For my Wise and Generous Parents, to creatures of the Blue Planet:
owerful magnificence, a portentous allure, stunned this old being to tears
Paradise in void -
Vibrant life exuberant
On the razor’s edge.
Decelerating past the red pellet found starry blackness eclipsed by a resplendent blue-green orb, etched in my smitten gaze, dawning from void to symbolically launch my empathic mission.
Planetary inductions overwhelming always, this telluric jewel ranks wondrous, enduring, endearing.
Arrant hostility and brazen lethality my most common welcome, kindly absent from this naive gentle paradise of sweetest climes punctuated with dazzling turbulence, nurturing profuse replication to species surfeit.
Perhaps only the true ‘natives’ ever sense surging forces of life, magic, and purpose, in their green Gaean garden.
Few of this ‘Earth’ ever, in their long and sadly busy lives, for an instant dream - or, cruelly, even care - their fragile watery shells live the razor’s edge of incredible endless migrations of energy, atoms, molecules, crystalline and protein, fiercely scorching magma flows, intense continental torsion and shear, tenuous gases and atmospheric currents teaming spaceward in icy plumes, winter steams of sweet pure mist … hurtling alone in a chilling, lethal vacuum round the gargantuan globe of gaseous fusion that would strip their wispy blanket of warmth and safety - smiting them and their tiny rock, should a mere butterfly …
Their life spans barely a biospheric blink, most mortals, hypnotized by trivia of daily imperatives, incapable (the capable unwilling) of grasping aeons of evolution - such deft, agile, yet empty minds that could, if they would, conceive and behold entire universes! Blind to the swirl and stir of time upon species, mitochondria to mammal, virus to vertebrate, protein to progeny .. the awesome intertwining interbreeding integration of feather, scale and fur .. phyla twisting through time as vines symbiote upon branches seeking canopy .. light .. and future.
And, those same, still equally oblivious to the inconceivable torrent and swarm of virtual life created by themselves as Gods: data packets and protocols pouring though interminable conduits of ether, copper, glass and laser. Effusions of pure form and possibility, data dancing with design, semantics and code begetting myriad cyberverses of unfathomable complexity and unseeable beauty, the collateral of witless code-cutters - the veritable infinite keying-monkeys incarnate spawning stillborn worlds, bubble-like, infinite.
Superlatives of enormity lie exhausted in this abundant language, concept awash with synonym.
Ah, Language, their original ancient "Internet" - the noospheric seedling that exalted them from evolutionary indifference.
