Saturday, October 19, 2019
I'm not giving attention to this blog lately, but this will eventually be
a major aspect of my online writing.
The Plan is that my constellation of online projects will all eventually lead into a musing of my being ultimately in the condition of everyone: a short life in an ordinary galaxy speeding away from all other galaxies (though our Milky Way will fuse with Andromeda in a few billion years) in this universe that’s evidently expanding infinitely from a Big Bang that happened inexplicably from Nowhere.
There is that in this. And We will never know why.
“...this universe...”? A universe among others? (Is the especially blue area of the COBE image [near the center] another universe bumping this one?)
“...our Milky Way...”? Our Milky Way?
Hello, Silence, my old friend.
So what? We create good reason
to flourish, evolving
I love being—despite ultimate mystery echoing in quantum foam.
Posted by gary e. davis at 12:34 PM
Monday, July 29, 2019
Saturday, July 13, 2019
Dear man of the moon,
The summer fog over the S.F. Bay isn’t so low tonight that I can’t see
the emerald city across the way. High up, your three-quarter face emerges and wanes in the wind.
Posted by gary e. davis at 12:57 AM