I am standing on desert mountain at twilight. Far off on the horizon I can see a distant thunderstorm, with lightening dramatically flashing in the distant clouds. The storm slowly moves toward me, then away and distant again. I now sense the innumerable, distant, unrecorded storm and tumult of far away times, and remote places. The subtle echo of these events now ripples through the cosmos, never completely extinguished. We are a part of all this, of distant times, we are part of the continuum, we belong, we are not aberrations, we are here to witness these events, to perceive the subtle time-ripple of all events, all places, all times.