IT is like Murphy's Law, or some Law. The name of the particular Law I'm encountering today eludes me, but it's when you find what you're looking for when you are looking for something else. Or, like just when you declare a "break" in order to move on to something else, the mind lingers in the first and won't let the transition take place to the second in a clean break.
I've been fighting it all day. LOL Anyway, while trying to take a "break" from my story to peruse my Geology textbook, I found IT; a perfect poem in the forward of a scientific text:
To see the world in a grain of sand
and heaven in a wild flower.
To hold infinity in the palm of the hand
and eternity in an hour.
--William Blake (British poet, 1757-1827)
There are many interpretations to be made, but I guess what appealed to me is the unexpectedness of seeing a poem in a science text. Somehow the transition from artistic to scientific study didn't seem so abrupt. Science is art. Art is science. Both seek to capture magic for posterity and search to understand it.
Back to my break. LOL