Stop-time Animation of the Cosmos
The inadequacies of human perception are limitless. We cannot grasp reality except in small, discreet quantities. Reality for us must be broken so we can fix the one small insect of it we can capture and pin, wriggling. Then, we take the little tricks of augmentation we've taught ourselves along our interruptive way to magnify the bug, its mandibles and eyes, its antennae, and chitinous-covered, diaphanous wings. Because the flux of time eludes us, we point our apparatus toward the stars that may in fact be luminous no longer
I'll have what Gary's smoking, If only for that last sentence. *
Perfect ending.*
I'm still working on that space/time thingy. *
Good prose poem.
I'm with Matthew.
I'm pointing my apparatus at the stars as we speak *
("if you catch my meaning, if ya get my drift"--Firesign Theater)
Gratitude to Matt, Amanda, Gary, Sam, Paul, and Ray.
You point your apparatus, I'll point mine.
Fluid, dude.*
Thank you, Tim.
I often wondered when do you know the last photon of a dead star passed by? A pondering poem. *
Thank you, Daniel.
What Matthew said.
Thank you,James.
The last sentence. *
Thank you, Rachna.
The last line is killer (as the rest).
Thank you, Steve.
Yes, the last sentence. *
Thank you, John.