OctPoWriMo Day 16:
We help our people?
What about Puerto Rico?
There’s still no power.
OctPoWriMo Day 17: Journey through the Universe
around the sun to get here.
—Still hoping for more.
OctPoWriMo Day 18: Nightmare
#706: Convince me that the universe wants to be noticed.
“I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is improbably biased toward the consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observe. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it—or my observation of it—is temporary?”
Yesterday I learned about what happened to the rivers when wolves were reintroduced to Yellowstone National Park in the United States after being absent nearly 70 years. These wolves had managed to change the rivers, and a “trophic cascade” occurred. (more…)
Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our life, which make it pungent, intoxicating. We only exist in terms of this conflict, in the zone where black and white clash. -Louis Aragon
We exist in the million shades of gray that lie on such an extreme spectrum. The colors, black and white, are just the bookends to all the lives sandwiched in between as stories and vessels of exploration and learning. It’s in the gray matter regions of the brain that control your muscles, your sight, hearing, emotions, memory and speech. It may seem dull in color, and lacking any cheer when described, but gray is the symbol that connects everything together and tries to make sense of it all in its own very enigmatic way. (more…)
God is a writer.
He brings to focus beings that
Have not yet existed before.
Everything is created from nothing
But the images He carries in His own mind.
God is a poet.
He takes words that flow and make them rhyme (more…)
She let her bare foot slowly fall down on to the gas pedal, which made the car gradually speed up on the cool autumn pavement—and as the wheels spun, the car flew forward, and her heart pounded at a heightened pace.
Her hand rose to clutch her chest as if it were trying to catch the throbbing muscle before it leapt out of her body. She began to take a few deep breaths to slow the rhythm’s pace and, as she exhaled to release the carbon dioxide from her lungs into the frigid air, a breathy-whisper followed with a question. (more…)