It is nearly the same scene every day, on the macroscopic scale, even though the cat boys tell me that everything is different microscopically. This is what they said when I asked them how they did not tire of the same scenery.
I had to concur as I looked up and glanced deep into the branches of the pine tree, I felt that many molecules had shifted their positions inside some of those piny needles.
Don't you suppose that that is what the creator does, that he sees the elements alone, that the string of time is irrelevant to Him, that he looks only for pure hearted actions, beautiful deeds, and good intentions? Well, fact is, we did not know. We only thought so.
The cat boys reflected on this:
My God, what is a heart,
That Thou shouldst it so eye, and wooe,
Powring upon it all Thy art,
As if that Thou hadst nothing els to do? (George Herbert)
Then they made you kisses and wished you a very beautiful Wednesday.