The cosmos may be hard for most of us to wrap our heads around but here’s my unscientific take on it for today:

On August 2lst, for the first time in 99 years, the world will know a full eclipse of the sun.

In 1965, the singer, Jackie DeShannon, recorded the classic “What the World Needs Now is Love.”  Fifty-two years later, this hit is still being recorded and it seems we’re needing “Love, sweet love” more than ever.  “It’s the only thing that there’s just too little of.”

Maybe because we don’t understand it or we can’t physically see the power of love as we see the power of the sun; that for millions upon millions the whole “love thing” sounds naïve or something like a superstition.

That’s okay, it took centuries for the truth about a solar eclipse to be revealed, too. Even before l800 B.C. in Mesopotamia when people determined it meant the King had to die. In ancient China when day turned into night people feared the dragon Gods were swallowing the sky.  The first ancient Greek who identified an eclipse was connected to a physical law and not angry gods was sent into exile for life.

We evolve.  And “something” seems to be upon us now with an urgency to step it up.

And it got me wondering:  what if on August 21st, the literal chance of a lifetime to experience this rare type of eclipse, we collectively take away a miracle even more profound  than what  NASA may discover?

What if only for those few moments:

Instead of only being humbled by how insignificant we seem to be in The Universe, we are gobsnacked by how insignificant our differences truly are on this planet?

What if the fact America is the only place on earth where the full eclipse may be seen in its totality is a special bonus opportunity for growth in our own ailing land?

Consider the coincidence: the last recorded time this happened was 241 years ago in l776?

What if it’s a time to reboot “Love sweet love?”

What nation couldn’t use more of it?

What if in those actual  upcoming moments as a nation, we look up to the skies we share together and not down at our phones?

What if it gives us real pause to then text “OMG?”

What if we experience our importance but don’t  worship our superiority?

What if we get that the elegance of the Universe reigns?

What if my interpretation sounds like nothing more than a superstitious idea of mine?

What could be more superstitious than believing people are worth hating just because we don’t understand them or are afraid of them?

What if as Victor Hugo once wrote, “Nations, like stars, are entitled to eclipse. All is well, provided the light returns and the eclipse does not become endless night?”

What if we’re just beginning?

Because what if as predicted,  the next time isn’t until January 25, 2316?

And you happen to be busy that day?

Grab your eclipse viewing glasses!

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