Name: 日光に照らされて (On Sunlight)
Uploaded: 2021-01-14T10:31:00.000Z
Duration: 3 min 55 s
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good morning tickets Tuesday greetings from the shores of Lake Michigan, one of the five Great Lakes of North America, which together are larger than Great Britain and contain around 20% of the world's freshwater.

People in the Midwest sometimes refer to the Great Lakes as America's third Coast, and it does feel that way to look out at the horizon.

Aiken just make out the skyline of Chicago, some 60 miles southwest of here.

But look Northwest, and there is nothing but water to the horizon line and far, far beyond.

Its reported that in 16 34 when John Nikola became the first European to venture across Lake Michigan, he thought he'd made it to China.

Whenever I look at a vast body of water stretching all the way to the horizon, I become suddenly and newly aware that I am on a planet like I'm on a ball heated by a distant light in a way that allows for this water to be all in all quite temperate.

And life is not just contingent upon that distant light, but in many ways a direct product of the light.

We are powered by sunlight, sunlight stored in the fossil fuels we burn.

And in the plants we eat every tree and drop of liquid water.

The teeming life of the micro cosmos, every blade of grass and the song of every mockingbird.

All of it runs one way or another on solar power.

No wonder, then, that Wikipedia's list of solar day it eases so long from the Egyptian raw to the Greek Helios to the Aztec Nonaka Watson, who sacrificed himself by leaping into a vast bonfire so that he could become the shining sun.

This makes sense because the sun is like a god in its fearsome and wondrous power.

Also like a god, the sun is difficult or even dangerous, to look at directly in the Book of Exodus.

God says you cannot see my face for man shall not see me and live.

And so it is with the blinding sun in Pilgrim at Tinker Creek.

Annie Dillard rights, We have really only that one light, one source for all power, and yet we must turn away from it by universal decree.

Nobody here on the planet seems aware of this strange, powerful taboo that we all walk about carefully averting our faces this way and that, lest our eyes be blasted forever.

Days here on the third Coast tend to close with godly, beautiful sunsets, the kind that remind you of the T.

Eliot line about how light is the visible reminder of the invisible light.

It's easy to forget how breathtakingly beautiful the planet is Not breathtakingly beautiful, actually.

Look at what the sun has made of its energy trees and the wind that blows in them warm water and the creatures that drink it, beauty and those who marvel at it.

But to me, the weirdest thing the sun has made from its energy is consciousness in us.

The light has made a way of understanding itself.

For me, 1/3 coast sunset shows me how small I am on the banks of this vast lake, which is itself small compared to the planet, which is small compared to the sun, which is just one star among the countless.

As I walked along the sandy beach after nightfall, I thought of the mind blowing fact that there are more stars in the universe than grains of sand on Earth.

I am so inconsequential a footnote to a footnote to a footnote.

But how wondrous to be here in the first place, to bear witness to the setting sun to know that you are not just in the universe but also of it.