
Sometimes, in the middle of the day on a country road,
the essential strangeness of the world
staggers you.
Sometimes, in the middle of the day on a country road,
the essential strangeness of the world
staggers you.
What is it that makes us human?
Is it soul,
technology,
the use of handkerchiefs
or two types of forks?
I think it is language, for it gives us empathy;
the ability to see through other’s eyes
and hence the ability to see something truly new.
Look through the eyes of an artist – it will give you the joy of creating a world.
Look through the eyes of history – it will give you the desire for changing the world.
Look through the eyes of a child – it will give you a reason for changing yourself.
Count them:
cigarettes, barefoot footprints in the sand, days, minutes, seconds…
counting obviates the need to experience,
what’s counted is in the past, what will come is in the future…
there is no need for the sense of loss in the present,
for it can be eternally postponed, like seeing the very last footprint…
Micro-world – so different,
where minute forces create different structures,
where water is spherical and flower petals rough and ribbed…
so strange and yet so oddly familiar, almost by touch.
Consciousness – the delusion of continuity in time and space,
the miracle of a pile of stuff becoming self-aware,
the shadowy realm on the border of semantics giving us hope.