Yesterday was the day of reckoning for my fiscal year. Today is a day of reckoning in history for a huge number of people, so many it's beyond reckoning. I read that there are more people living today than lived in entire recorded history. That's a lot to think about. Whose eye is on the sparrow? Well, yours, mine, and others', and we live in daily reckoning of each other. That's also a lot, too much, to think about. There's a hymn I partly remember because it seems to me to posit a science fiction world.
"Every star shall sing a carol." Something like that. Ones with oxygen, anyway, and creatures to sing. I just read in the paper yesterday that "they" have discovered a planet that might support an approximation of the kind of life as we know it on our planet Earth. It's about 500 light years away. That's a lot to think about. Mind-boggling.
Anyway, this hymn goes on, as I remember, to a kind of acceptance: "God above, man below/Holy is the name I know." I think it's an acceptance of responsibility. I am the eye. I am also the sparrow. So are you, all of us. Above and below. Inside and outside.
And the day of reckoning is now, every day.
Have a good one.