"This is the moon and stars," he said, "and also these, this chair, this flesh. There is nothing that really separates them from each other, or from any other thing.
"The attention follows thoughts as one would follow a path of stones laid by rivulets from recent rains, leading down toward a wash and west up the hillside.
"Then a thicket of low lying acacia and a hooked barrel cactus on its darker sand shimmering in the muted light, still taking water from last week's rain.
"The path follows stones out of the thicket up toward a nearby ridge, the desert view opening toward the sun setting, a low bar of cloud hanging above it, its underside billowing up pink from orange fire.
"A snapshot opportunity, and a stunning artifact in the resulting photo: A violent slash of red light in the picture's center, angled about thirty degrees from the horizontal, as if the sun's fire had opened a portal within the water and earth. A glowing red bubble on the desert floor seems to spill liquid gold to the ground."
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