Anaximines thought earth and the sun and moon were frisbees riding forever on infinite air. Alkmaeon “said that the soul is immortal and moves continuously like the sun.” Green mimosa leaves disagreed, so did a shoal of oyster clouds. “I think that you know Heraclitus’ remark that the king whose is the oracle at Delphi neither speaks nor conceals but indicates—attend to these wise words and suppose that the god here uses the priestess with regard to hearing in the same way as the sun uses the moon with regard to sight.” Sun, rain, sun, hail, cloudy, rain, sun, drizzle, clearing, sunny hail. I love his circulatory cosmos. Water, water, water, mark.
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