I noticed yesterday as I was enjoying my Woods that the workers were making and installing numerous No Parking signs throughout Giant City. Giant City will be full of Eclipse watchers for the next few days. We live in the section of the United States that will have the best view of the total solar eclipse on Monday. Seven years ago was our last solar eclipse. I have often described the viewing of it as a religious experience. We watched from Blue Sky Vineyard and plan on doing the same on Monday. It is estimated that over 50 thousand people will travel to our region to have the ultimate experience.

The spirit and camaraderie among eclipse watchers is unifying. Suddenly it dawns on us that we are all, ‘In the same boat on a stormy sea, and we owe each other a terrible loyalty.’ G.K. Chesterton.

Republicans and Democrats alike can enjoy the shared experience with even Independents. Those of faith no matter what it is live under the same Sun. Those of no faith are our brothers and sisters.

It seems that none of us have cornered the market on the Sun. We all are on the most magnificent and mysterious ride of our lives throughout space and time.

50 Thousand people are not coming to Little Egypt to sample our wine although it is wonderful. Indeed they are not coming because a religious leader or politician recommended them to come. They are coming to witness something bigger than them. We want to see a celestial event devoid of hyperbole and grift. Something that surpasses our petty grievances and strife with each other.

We seek him here and we seek him there we seek him everywhere, the demned elusive Pimpernel. We are waiting for Godot.

We eschew the easy postulations of our reason for being. Are we as great as we think…or are we bit players on the magnificent stage of life?

What would we think if we could view our Earth from the edges of the Milky Way? Would we ascertain that some of us are irrevocably right and the rest of us are lost in the degradation of our race or religion or marginalization?

Are we the ants on the anthill? Are we in the stone age of development? Does God love us perfectly and say, ‘Bless their hearts…’