Elusive Metaphor

The night before visiting the dig at Hatzor I spent on a wind-blown hill by Kadita,some 15 mins drive from Klezmer-loud Tsfat,gazing at the night sky with a bunch of friends to witness the Perseid meteor shower. It seemed very symbolic to be sorting through shards from 3000 years ago the next day - some sort of metaphor there to mull over,reminding me of the title of Weinberg's book about Bernard Leach,his connection to the Baha'i faith,and his little-known visit to Israel; the book is called "Spinning the Clay into Stars".