Here are three pithy word pictures for our brooding, as we seek to preoccupy ourselves with that which is not electoral:
A portrait from the Word of God:
“The voice of the LORD is over the waters; the God glory thunders, the LORD thunders over the mighty waters.” (Psalm 29:3)
A poem from Sir William Watson:
He sits above the clang and dust of Time,
With the world's secret trembling on his lip.
He asks not converse or companionship
In the cold starlight where thou canst not climb.