Kaleidoscope

Mr. Wirght and I were now relaxing in the tropical peace. His travel dairy contains the following account of his impressions of Mysore:
"Many rapturous moments have been spent in gazing almost absentmindedly, at the ever changing canvas of God stretched across the firmament, for His touch alone is able to produce colors that vibrate with the freshness of life. That youth of colors is lost when man tries to imitate with mere pigments, for the Lord resorts to a more simple and effective medium - neither oils nor pigments but mere rays of light. He tosses a splash of light here, and it reflects red; He waves the brush again and the color blends gradually into orange and gold; then with a piercing thrust He stabs the clouds with a streak of purple that leaves a ringlet or fringe of red oozing out of the wound; and so, on and on He plays, night and morning alike, ever changing, ever new, ever fresh; no duplicates, no patterns or colors just the same. The beauty of the change in India from day to night, and from night to day, is beyond compare elsewhere; often the sky looks as if God had taken all the colors in His kit and had given them one mighty kaleidoscopic toss into the heavens.

- Autobiography of a Yogi (An Idyl in South India)