tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post6853382923874002970..comments2023-12-16T23:54:45.620+13:00Comments on . . . All Finite Things Reveal Infinitude . . . : Queen ConchClaire Beynonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-9619117232349800202010-08-13T23:40:22.350+12:002010-08-13T23:40:22.350+12:00Dear Kay & Marylinn...
I was reminded of the...Dear Kay & Marylinn... <br /><br />I was reminded of the following paragraph after reading your comments today. It's in one of my all-time favourite books, "What is Life" by Lynn Margulis and Dorion Sagan (this is one of 'those' books that gets moved from bedside table to studio on an almost daily basis), ... <br /><br />"... Life is planetary exuberance, a solar phenomenon. It is the astronomically local transmutation of Earth's air, water and sun into cells. It is an intricate pattern of growth and death, dispatch and retrenchment, transformation and decay... Life is matter gone wild, capable of choosing its own direction in order to indefinitely forestall the inevitable moment of thermodynamic equilibrium - death. Life is also a question the universe poses to itself in the form of a human being... " <br /><br />I'm not sure I can add anything to that, except to acknowledge your conch's understandable sighs, Kay - and your queen's stoical acceptance, Marylinn. And I do agree with what you say about us having had to learn to live adaptively, Marylinn - not knowing what we might become. It's all a bit of a mystery, really. <br /><br />L, CClaire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-87560927033209741732010-08-13T08:52:42.050+12:002010-08-13T08:52:42.050+12:00I think she might bear it without comment...stoic ...I think she might bear it without comment...stoic and making the best of a bad situation. I think each of us, whatever species, has had to learn to live adaptively. We just have no way of knowing what we will become.Marylinn Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02759437467691163658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-27365754712736329802010-08-12T22:34:47.867+12:002010-08-12T22:34:47.867+12:00I think she's saying, "Oh dear." I f...I think she's saying, "Oh dear." I find saying Oh Dear helps when in despair. And heavy sighs. I am a prolific sigher. I think Queen Conchy is too.Kay Cookehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01791873464409271216noreply@blogger.com