Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Mad, Bad, and Dangerous to Know

I regret nothing except my occasional half-hearted gestures towards making myself acceptable. There was a time when I thought might find a home among like-minded people: I'm grateful to them for making clear that it will never happen, and so keeping me from wasting my time.

There is so little time. My awareness of that deepens every day. No: you can take me as you find me, and that will usually be gazing at the sky, while points of rain or starlight patter on my threadbare scalp. The riddle is written up there, and I stop and puzzle out a few phrases, and wait for the lightning or the sunrise. And still the sphere turns, and turns, and turns in its faint wash of darkness. There is nothing else, not really. We are traveling at immense speed, even in simple terms of the earthbound physics Newton propounded: we are falling toward the sun at somewhat more than 67,000 miles per hour. Once you actually absorb that fact, the speeds at which we creep around our falling home take on a comic aspect. In the time it takes us to walk to the store we have also traveled ten thousand miles through space: yet the quarter mile's incidental movement on this blue-and-white marble's surface is the movement that impresses us. Well. Not so clever, for all our airs.

No. Stars and rain are real, the silky hair threading between my fingers is real, the pulsing heart that lifts my fingertips is real. The rest? Toiling from speck to adjacent speck on a marble that's been thrown off a cliff? No: not so real. Not so real at all.

7 comments:

Tom said...

Is not reality judged from the base from which you choose to observe the universe, outer and inner?

Dale said...

Aw, shush. I was on a roll :-)

Lucy said...

'There is so little time. My awareness of that deepens every day'

Indeed.

Happy New Year, dear Dale.

Zhoen said...

That's how I feel about the astronomy photos of distant galaxies. Pretty splashes of color, but really, through so many layers of perceptions, it's all fantasy. I prefer images of the moon, aurora, storms, meteorites.

Tom said...

Oh all right then! :)

Happy New Year.

rbarenblat said...

{{{you}}}

marly youmans said...

That first line is sheer Thoreau, as is the wonder of the universe. You have found your kindred and likeminded people, and some of them live in books.