The other night, I think it was a few nights before the vote on the debt ceiling was finally reached, there was a big thunderstorm which ended in what I am calling "heat lightening", because that is what it looked like. The flashes were far away, but not necessarily low on the horizon, so I don't know if it was really heat lightening, but it was a hot night, and the local storm was over. Only the lightening remained. I stood there startled to see the power in the sky. I could look at nothing else, but those flashes. It was like the fireworks celebration on the fourth of July. I could only go "Ooooh" and "Ahhhh". I wondered about that great power, looking at that ceiling up there and all around me on this dark night. As if we think we can harness nature! Every flash revealed a little more of the great dome of night, and just as quickly took the image away. We are tiny dwindling lights on earth, dimmed out by the hubris of our lawmakers, pathetic in our search for light from them. I'm feeling powerless.
