The Mysterious

“The finest thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science. He who does not know it and can no longer wonder, no longer feel amazement, is as good as dead, a snuffed-out candle.” – Albert Einstein

Full Snow Moon ocurres today, February 9. And it was Kate, The Golden One, who died in my arms on Sunday night, just like this, those many years ago. That was when we lived in Shaker Heights. It strikes me that I am still a “we,” met with another large dog, this time black, and another small cat, this time gray and black. They are not the same, we are not the same, and still we are. This is not to be understood, cannot be understood. And it is.

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