Nature harbors no opinions;
it is we who think of her.
We make sentienceof her indifference, and we communicate
by engineering, adjectives, and awesome
violence. When I arriveat the island, my soul
will harbor no opinions.
I’ll stop my carwhere sea-air and sand-light
become one perception,
all the world my affections, stitched togetherby a muster of billboards, the dizzying gulls,
and a drawbridge open in prayer.—Alan Michael Parker, from “The Island”
Art Credit Margarita Georgiadis
It’s very long, but your mind might explode. Several times.
How deep can language reach? Would you believe that arbitrary grammatical rules shaped the Roman gods of dawn and dusk?
“Three-fourths of philosophy and literature is the talk of people trying to convince themselves that they really like the cage they were tricked into entering.”
― Gary Snyder







