Good morning philosophy in blue

[defacto7]

I get up very early, around 5:30 more or less, and step out on my porch to see how the sky had progressed since the previous morning. Sirius blazes just off the lower eastern corner of Orion before dawn right now. I got in my car and drove over to Village Inn like I usually do on Sunday. I like this ritual breakfast where there are very few people and no elevator music crunching noise into an otherwise simple atmosphere. What few people are there graciously allow me to evesdrop on their waking conversations. Sitting in a booth by an eastern window, dripping a little Tabasco on my eggs, I see the sky transform from night darkness through a spectrum of blues contrasted behind the bright orange of the restaurant sign until the sun breaks over the mountains.

If I were in Manhattan I would follow a similar routine walking to the neighborhood Greek diner feeling the movement and rumble of delivery trucks, the squeaking brakes, the rush of air from the downtown #4 rising through the sidewalk grating. The conversations are loud and fast offering a bonus of personal information to the inquisitive. Red Tabasco drips onto yellow egg yolks as I'd watch the sky transform from night darkness through a spectrum of blues contrasted behind 220 57th Ave until the sun breaks over the city skyline.

We live in a varried and beautiful world that is so much greater than the poisonous political actors we are surrounded with day in and day out. Those who shall remain nameless do not own us or the sky or the blue behind the backdrop of our morning interactions and sounds. I feel a sense of peace knowing that I have moments that are free of the ugly mirage and instead are filled with real life, beauty and the simplicity of just being.

Why am I posting this in philosophy group? Well, one reason may be that when I posted this in GD yesterday it slid to oblivion in about 10 minutes, so I thought I'd recycle a bit. I'm also wondering why people don't have any interest in it. Maybe I'm on the ignore lists of a multitude of DU; it wouldn't surprise me. But I also wonder if the idea of finding moments of grace in the unyielding cynicism that surrounds us just isn't in vogue. Whatever works I guess. I read that cynics live longer than idealists. With that in mind may I live a short life seeking beauty than a hundred years in a cynical purgatoire.

So where's philosophy? Hmm... how about...
To be is. It just is.

D7