Wednesday, September 7, 2011
minisculology
What do you do with the fact that, if you wanted to be thorough, you would have to use up your entire life to explore one miniscule thing, say, the lifecycle of the monotropa uniflora?
Which means that all the other miniscule and major things would have to pass you by like whales under a swimmer, in darkness, as mysteries. And it would still be unlikely that the monotropa uniflora would have unrobed itself for you. What do you do in light of this? Where do you take your hours, the strength in your limbs, the open eye in your brain, to satisfy yourself?
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o o o. i like this.
ReplyDeleteThanks! So what's your answer...?
ReplyDeleteyeah, it's always such a longing/appreciative/frustrating-desire mash-up!
ReplyDeletei watch them all- like a dazzling school of silvery fish and decide to set my aim. stabbing, like i do salad greens too waxy and fresh to get caught.
when i am victorious enough to spend the day (or an hour) with a thread of something...(let's say, a personal test of will against anger, or trying a new weird recipe)...i tune out the whales sometimes, and other times it's the pull of their masses that keeps me goin. like knowing there will ALWAYS be more, never a dull moment. even when i want all moments to just leave me along for once.
i stitch a quilt of memory. pieces of pieces of shards of light. of scent. of sound. slivers of dust. and when i am done, maybe i will step back and look at the melange, and maybe it will resemble some kind of truth i did not know before.
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