Wednesday, December 12, 2007

drops of Jupiter in her hair

"Nothing is 'mere'. I too can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I
see less or more? The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination—
stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch one-million-year-old light. A vast
pattern— of which I am a part... What is the pattern or the meaning or the why?
It does not do harm to the mystery to know a little more about it. For far more
marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined it. Why do the poets
of the present not speak of it? What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if
he were a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia
must be silent." - Richard Feynman

and why can we talk about life and death only as ideas, but when seen as actions
(verbs), the mystery silences itself (luring us to thoughts free of
space/time/verbal communication). limiting ourselves to words, as we do, we can
only communicate within the bounds of language... what can we notice about
Jupiter (the sphere) besides it's celestial beauty? I'm infinitely annoyed by the
human inability to acknowledge the fact that we ourselves are on a spinning
sphere and that everyone can be standing up and no one will fall off... the simplest truths are ignored by alleged "grown-ups".
.. i would be lost if it weren't for kindred spirits, also longing to explain the unexplained.

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