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I've been thinking somewhat about god, lately. About the intersection of experience and society and belief, and how those things combine and diverge and change.
( Some meandering thoughts )
There's wonder in science, in the annihilation of atoms and the birth of stars. In nature, rock and leaf and water and tree and the slow vastness of geological time. And chaos theory and the observer effect, science creating and resolving more puzzles day on day and year on year.
And there's wonder in people, the ones who are kind and generous for unselfish reasons, who smile at strangers for no reason but to spread the joy of living, who see poetry in sunset and peace in the rain, who create art for art's sake, who make the world a cleaner place for being in it.
The universe is a cold and beautiful place, but those people make it warm and luminous, and no less beautiful.
And for some reason my heart is just running over with gladness tonight.
Oddest thing of all. Thursday, the Armed Forces had a stand up in the concourse in college, information on cadetships. Long time ago, I had dreams of being an officer, before my hopes were dashed, as they say, on the rocks of poor eyesight and hypothyroidism, and reality.
So I'm hovering about, scratching, as one might, the old scabbed ache you get from broken dreams. And this nice captain asks me am I interested in a cadetship? And I say, I used to be, and mention the eyesight. And he says, they haven't turned you down officially, have they? Take the booklet. Think about it.
I know it's a mirage. A dead dream, a romanticised ideal. But that captain restored my hopes in more than just the idea of a uniformed career. That moment, there:
They haven't turned you down officially, have they?
It reminded me of something I should never have forgotten. Dreams don't die, not even impossible ones. Not unless they're crushed underfoot, and sometimes not even then.
And crushing dreams underfoot? Is not something you should do to yourself.
I took the booklet. And though I may never act on it, I'll be keeping it.
*I always preferred the lewd quotes, myself. Or 'What's the news?' 'None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.' 'Then is doomsday near.'
( Some meandering thoughts )
There's wonder in science, in the annihilation of atoms and the birth of stars. In nature, rock and leaf and water and tree and the slow vastness of geological time. And chaos theory and the observer effect, science creating and resolving more puzzles day on day and year on year.
And there's wonder in people, the ones who are kind and generous for unselfish reasons, who smile at strangers for no reason but to spread the joy of living, who see poetry in sunset and peace in the rain, who create art for art's sake, who make the world a cleaner place for being in it.
The universe is a cold and beautiful place, but those people make it warm and luminous, and no less beautiful.
And for some reason my heart is just running over with gladness tonight.
Oddest thing of all. Thursday, the Armed Forces had a stand up in the concourse in college, information on cadetships. Long time ago, I had dreams of being an officer, before my hopes were dashed, as they say, on the rocks of poor eyesight and hypothyroidism, and reality.
So I'm hovering about, scratching, as one might, the old scabbed ache you get from broken dreams. And this nice captain asks me am I interested in a cadetship? And I say, I used to be, and mention the eyesight. And he says, they haven't turned you down officially, have they? Take the booklet. Think about it.
I know it's a mirage. A dead dream, a romanticised ideal. But that captain restored my hopes in more than just the idea of a uniformed career. That moment, there:
They haven't turned you down officially, have they?
It reminded me of something I should never have forgotten. Dreams don't die, not even impossible ones. Not unless they're crushed underfoot, and sometimes not even then.
And crushing dreams underfoot? Is not something you should do to yourself.
I took the booklet. And though I may never act on it, I'll be keeping it.
*I always preferred the lewd quotes, myself. Or 'What's the news?' 'None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.' 'Then is doomsday near.'
