Now, I've turned away from religion...don't disrespect it, not entirely shed my beliefs, but...for reasons of my own, decided that I couldn't adhere to them with sincerity any longer.

There was a cross in the sky, earlier this morning, a perfect cross, made of two jet contrails, way up in the pale blue and white atmosphere. Being human, our eyes see what our minds and hearts and souls, tell us to see. To some, it is just two contrails. On any other occasion, I might view them as an X marking the spot, where two planes full of people on seperate journeys, crossed paths...separate entities, at seperate times, going in seperate directions--but with the same purpose.

Today, for some reason, I first throught of it as a cross. I wonder why that is?

Why does the human eye, so often see so much more in objects and every day things, than just what they are? It is some connection to an emotional-memory trigger in our brain synapses? It is something more? A connection from the eye to the soul--if we have a soul, or to our hearts? What is this amazing thing that happens, when we see something ordinary, and turn it into something extraordinary?