Here’s what I saw in the sky above St. Louis on Aug. 21:
For a couple of hours on a Monday afternoon, we set aside our differences and gazed, slack-jawed, at the inspirational glory of our world, our solar system, our universe. There were no politics, no hate, no divisiveness. There was just … us, in our human smallness, looking on helplessly, gloriously, as nature showed us once and for all who’s in charge.
As we play our games and pretend to rule our world, that’s a lesson worth remembering.
Keeping fighting the good fight. It’s worth fighting.
Just remember who’s going to win in the end.