I came across a quick post from the longly-acronymed TYWKIWDBI thanks to a share from Chris Hogan. It’s a very simple image and quote. It’s a very nice way to offset my horrified interest in all that geopolitical goop.
It’s a perspective that’s not hard to imagine. You left this rock, went to another, and had the reality of our spinning marble thrust in your face. It’s jarring.
For the record, a few years back, Mitchell revealed to British radio that he suspects humanity’s being regularly visited by little green men. Even with the many conversational-qualifications in place, the slippery slope of the subject matter puts him firmly in dingbat territory. I’d link to it, but even a tangential blog-connection to the associated comments might give me a brain hemmorage.
My point is that as surely as we can inspire one another, we can – in the next breadth – expose such profound naivete that listeners may be tempted to wonder if our brain is filled with tofu. After such a reflection, I’m tempted to agree with Mitchell, except that we should be grabbing our own scruff.
pity this busy monster, manunkind,
not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond)
plays with the bigness of his littleness
— electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange; lenses extend
unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.
A world of made
is not a world of born — pity poor flesh
and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical
ultraomnipotence. We doctors know
a hopeless case if — listen: there’s a hell
of a good universe next door; let’s go
~ e.e. cummings
Very sweet. Thanks so much for sharing.