Amidst our rejoicing in the glory it bequeaths, I note that perhaps one of the most amazing places to experience the Summer Solstice is in the northernmost reaches of the continent.  There, be they nestled in the shadow of the mighty Brooks Range or perched on the shores of the Arctic Ocean, we find little villages, little Indian villages in which, for a couple of months, the sun will never set.  Never.

    It's quite remarkable, really, that the light is continuous, always present, always there.  Always ready to enlighten and bless.

    What a world in which to be.  What a world, a world in which we taste not just the ever present light of the sun, but the even greater light out of which this light has come.

    An eternity of moments, or as William Blake said, holding "Infinity in the palm of your hand."