The wind blows the
black smoke from the smokestacks first one way and then another. It is all left
to random chance much like life itself. The sky is a deep orange as the sun
falls from the sky and the moon says hello. Trying to grab the smoke, the sun,
or the moon is fruitless. Trying to capture the Dao is futile. The most vivid
photographs are the ones developed in the mind. It is a shame that too many
people spend too much time in their own personal darkroom.
