All that musing to say ... as we walk, Sammy and I, he sniffs about at the ground absorbing info beyond my interest (messages encoded in urine I disdain) and pauses patiently while I try to capture a picture of the joy a tiny (it's tiny up there in the flight levels where I see it and much bigger, more significant as a construct then it could possibly be on the ground (I think that, accepting that I will never see it on the ground)) airplane awakens in its wake ... white dispersing with/into/enhancing the other white, swirling in patterns too large for my eyes to see from the ground. The jet stream is moving North as it tends to do when the ground remembers green.
nationalgeographic.com-solar-system/irion ---> excerpt :
"When most of us were growing up, the solar system seemed reliable and well behaved. “There were nine planets orbiting in well-determined orbits like clockwork, forever,” says Renu Malhotra of the University of Arizona. “Forever in the past, and forever in the future.”
Newton himself knew that reality was messier. The planets, he recognized, must also interact with one another.
Hal Levison's talks (for leisurely looking later)
Chaos ... interesting word, I think it is a convenient label for what is not understood. We sure do like to organize "things". Maybe it is "flow" which is so very difficult to understand ... maybe we just need a different view whereby to see bigger and smaller better, more clearly.
(In other news this week ... full strength Vit. D milk no longer in time out.)
Time for the dog to swirl me around as we walk.