1 Kings 19: 4-9
An angel touched him and said, "Get up and eat!"
You ain't seen nuthin' yet!
B-b-b-baby, You just ain't seen nuthin' yet.
Here's something that you're never gonna forget,
B-b-b-baby, You just ain't seen nuthin' yet.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, BTO - Bachman-Turner Overdrive. God only knows what you were on when you wrote and recorded this. And God more than likely didn't really care what you were about to show your B-b-b-baby. And we really don't want to know.
But, knowing what we do know about this universe, or rather knowing how little we know about the universe, it would not be a stretch to imagine that this would be an anthem that the oceans would sing, that the mountains would accompany, the jet stream provide harmony, the birds supply the soul chorus and crickets pick up the back beat.
You ain't seen nuthin' yet... is not only the song of the universe, it's the song of our brains, our souls, our relationships, our hopes, our fears, our dreams. It is the song of the living and the dead. The song of the first born and the dying. It's a song that is sung by the first rays of each morning's dawn. It may well be life's eternal hymn.
I am loving this eclipse business - the solar eclipse coming up on August 21. It gives me giggles that this is something not generated by Exxon, Disney, Apple, GM, the U.S. President or Congress. Then again, the only thing our noble government has generated lately are tweets and failures. And tweets about failures.
But though there are some enterprising folks making money off of it, this spectacular event is an astronomical affair. Totally. Generated by some heavenly bodies - and not the Victoria's Secret kind - over which we have not even the teensiest bit of control, this stellar/lunar pageant is stirring excitement usually reserved for super bowls and hot dates. It thrills me to see such great media coverage over something which we humans have nothing to say about, but everything to wonder about. Hope you can check it out.