The world is in motion.  The morning is still, and yet there is movement.  There are breezes, birds, and breathtaking beauty.  The sun appears to be standing in the early-morning sky, and yet is rapidly moving toward its zenith.  It sent its first flash of light over the mountains just minutes ago, and revealed how fast it's moving by putting its complete, full self above the horizon in less than a minute.  Thirty minutes later it is ten times its own diameter above the mountain over which it rose.

All is still, and yet there is movement.  The daisies and lilies outside my window were buds the last time I looked.  Suddenly they are fully open blossoms, and beautiful.  How did it happen?  When did it happen?

Everything seems so still, yet the world is hurtling toward its final destiny.