Scissor Dance: Ain’t No Mountain

aint no mountainAin’t No Mountain High Enough, 2003

As sub-insignificant specks in a vast and indifferent Cosmos, can we afford a sense of proportion?

As artists and thinkers, maybe, maybe not. As living organisms subject to natural selection, a sense of proportion is not a survival trait.

On the other hand, if, as a species rather than as individuals, and if a species were collectively capable of a sense of proportion, it might be a good thing for human culture to acquire that sense. Stretch our collective giraffe neck in an act of Lamarckian cultural evolution, proportionately.

As a species, are we that fluid? Maybe not.

>Scissor DanceCollage cut and pasted the old fashioned way, with scissors, glue, and a stack of old magazines.

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I dont get depressed gas meter graf

A photo a day keeps the Doctor in play.

Thought Balloon: Let’s Don’t Save It

thought balloon small asterisk

*I really wish people would stop saying “save the planet.” As if the planet needed redemption and not our species. The planet doesn’t need to be saved.

We say “save the planet” when we mean we want to keep the planet as it was while refusing to stop doing the things that have already caused massive irrevocable changes that cannot be reversed, at least not on a human time scale.

We want to save the planet as long as we don’t have to give anything up. Earth, and life on Earth, and even our species is not under threat of destruction; just our current unsustainable civilization.

Let’s not save the planet. The planet doesn’t need it. Let’s save something, something worth saving, from the wreckage of the 300 year non-renewable fossil fueled orgy called modern civilization. Maybe clean up a bit before we leave. For the children’s children’s children.

Cf.Can the Plant Be Saved, The Atlantic, December 28, 2016

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graf face behind chainlink

A photo a day keeps the Doctor in play.

Steal This Meme: I’m Your Father

Zizek Hamill I'm your father text corbel

Is not, then, the internet, where we supposedly express on screen our deepest truths, really a site for the playing out of defensive fantasies that protect us from banal normality that is our truth.

Slavoj Žižek

As Clay Shirky, author of Here Comes Everybody, puts it, “The stupidest possible creative act is still a creative act.” Words to live by in the latter days of the Internet Age. Steal this meme.

Theodicy: The Mothers

the mothers crop ort

God cannot be, so
he created the mothers.

God created the heavens and the earth
without form and void,

and God cannot be, so
the mothers brought forth daughters

and sons,
but let’s talk about daughters.

God is three people, and God is one,
and God cannot be, so
the mothers tilled paradise
with their daughters at their knees
and the daughters learned the steps
learned to bend and sway,
learned the songs
for sowing, for threshing,
and for harvest.

The boys were out hunting
or fishing or fighting
and thinking up really big lies about it,
because the Lord their God
is a jealous God
and God cannot be, so

the mothers kept their daughters close,
and all fingers busy
picking the ripe fruit
from the tree of knowledge
of good and evil. Take, eat
the mothers say to the daughters, so
you may know what is precious
in our sight.

Plenty will be left over for the boys.

There is no God but God, and God
the compassionate, the merciful cannot be, so
the women have mercy
and teach it to their girl children
while the men are busy
counting their begats.

God from whom all blessings flow
cannot be, so
the mothers carry the daughters’ water
to the place all waters flow,
and God himself
needed his mother and sisters
to get there.

God is love, and God
in his infinite mercy cannot be, so
the mothers love with a love
stronger than death,
dropping tears of blood
in their daughters’ shadows.

Theodicy \The*od”i*cy\, n. [NL. theodicaea, fr. Gr. ? God + ? right, justice: cf. F. th[‘e]odic[‘e]e.] 1. A vindication of the justice of God in ordaining or permitting natural and moral evil. [1913 Webster]

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may day peony 1

A photo a day keeps the Doctor in play.

The peonies bloomed on May Day, hereabouts. I keep watch on the peonies this time of year, and that’s a week or too early by my reckoning.