The only way astronomers can discover planets thousands of light years away is to detect a shadow that passes in front of a star. The obstruction of light shows the existence of that which isn't light.
Usually the profound vastness of space makes us panic in our insignificance but maybe there is another way of looking at it. I can think of worst fates than being a defecating speck.
I could be one of those bright eyed young republicans with the straw hats we will see at the convention in 2012.
In geologic time I'm not even a whisper, not even the lips that begin to form a syllable but should I care. Does the ego exist in space? Is it a force like gravity that attempts to hold together some semblance of pride, to keep in orbit "nice clothes"
Would a lexus have the zero to sixty acceleration to drive out of a black hole?
While walking the dog late last night I looked above, I saw the twinkling, breathed in the depth.
I felt I was the something of nothing.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Every Man Is A Fucking Island
Every Man is A Fucking Island
Cut off from his own imagination,
unless of course you count the billions of stars, galaxies, and universes created and destroyed everyday, that which we are made of, which have such profound influences on us as
"today could be the start of a budding romance " or
"it's a good time to make an effort to get along better with your boss."
Leave it to our fear and insecurity of our insignificance to create more platitudes of insignificance. The layers of the onion often peel themselves.
We are so stripped of mystery. ( I just tweeted that) So domesticated (I just posted that)there is most likely an app for our narcissism that involves wise cracking birds who drown, pecking themselves to death in their reflections( but with record scores.)
We write poems about the sky and trees and take videos of cat condos.
In a thousand years evolution will feature have our heads permanently bent. The diorama at the museum of 'texting hominicus'
Though I suck on the teats of utter failure and find myself lactose intolerant I'm tolerant of all races.
Cut off from his own imagination,
unless of course you count the billions of stars, galaxies, and universes created and destroyed everyday, that which we are made of, which have such profound influences on us as
"today could be the start of a budding romance " or
"it's a good time to make an effort to get along better with your boss."
Leave it to our fear and insecurity of our insignificance to create more platitudes of insignificance. The layers of the onion often peel themselves.
We are so stripped of mystery. ( I just tweeted that) So domesticated (I just posted that)there is most likely an app for our narcissism that involves wise cracking birds who drown, pecking themselves to death in their reflections( but with record scores.)
We write poems about the sky and trees and take videos of cat condos.
In a thousand years evolution will feature have our heads permanently bent. The diorama at the museum of 'texting hominicus'
Though I suck on the teats of utter failure and find myself lactose intolerant I'm tolerant of all races.
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