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Letter from a Blue Planet   Nov 25 2010

Filed under Anthropic by Ewen Shearer

Paradise in void –
Vibrant life exuberant
On the razor’s edge.

Powerful magnificence, portentous allure, this telluric jewel ranks wondrous, enduring, endearing.

Starry blackness eclipsed by resplendent blue-green orb.

Arrant hostility, brazen lethality, veiled in naive gentle paradise of sweetest climes stirred by dazzling turbulence, nurturing replication profuse to species surfeit.

Do they sense surging forces of life, magic, and purpose in their green Gaean garden?

Can ever they, in long sad busy lives, for an instant dream, bechance even muse, 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, tenuous gases and atmospheric flow 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 …

Life spans barely a biospheric blink, hypnotized by imperatives trivial, 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.

Oblivious to torrents of virtual life created by them 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 – collateral of witless code-cutters, the veritable infinite keying-monkeys incarnate spawning swarming worlds, bubble-like, infinite.

Superlatives of enormity lie exhausted in those abundant tongues, concept awash with synonym.

Ah, Language, their original ancient Internet – the noospheric seedling that exalted them from evolutionary indifference.




Down Under


Australiana


Ink Irresistable

Not the NYT Montaigne's what would I know? Huxley's almost anything about almost everything. Or Bierce and nothing matters. Codifying life's inimitable impromptu inclines irrestistably to essay.

Civilization ..

   defiles itself


Times past when warlords, priests and royalty hoarded luxury, life was a short grim struggle. Today most want for little yet still deny dignified survival to working poor, and ravage entire countries as collateral to our laissez faire fiesta.
double arrowOn not shedding a tear ..

A Century of Imperialism

     ..hasn't dulled the urge

American foreign policy never a pretty sight, finesse of the mobile crane chase from Terminator 3. Export democracy? Cure worse than disease. double arrow Read more ..

Charity

~ its own reward

And what's going on in Land of the Free, Home of the Brave? As 40% of kids fail graduation the Iraqistan wars suck $2.4 trillion [CBO 2017 est]. Imagine this staggering sum applied to rebuilding The Great Society. Think of others.
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This lazy unemployed

..crack-smoking welfare queen ran up U$15 trillion debt

lazy homeless scum
Odd how the ultra-wealthy gull even working poor to blame unemployed, disabled, weak, and vulnerable while but for the grace of God go all.

If he's a welfare leech then your soul is with the sociopaths and predators who own Warshington and its minions, the Repugnicans and Dumfocrats, gutting a once noble nation that aspired to equality.

This elite will survive the US economic train wreck, land softly on 300 million plundered taxpayers, then from fortresses of luxury and privilege prey elsewhere for spoils.

The dawn of civilization was greatly exaggerated.

Munch Montage


Painters, such a sad old bunch
None it seems more so than Munch
Upon that bridge with skies afire
A meme took flight to never tire.
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Quote Me

"I am an obsessive rewriter, doing one draft and then another and another. In a way I have nothing to say but a great deal to add
~ Gore Vidal

"Rulers of state are the only ones who should have the privilege of lying" (Well, that explains the last 2500 years)
~ Plato

"By 'known unknowns' I was referring to the universe's dark matter.."
~ Donald Rumsfeld

"I have neither time nor inclination to communicate the fullness of my heart in speech, I am resolved to do it in writing, and to print myself out.."
~ Joseph Addison