summer heat and summer rain... flashes of lightning and long evenings of fading light... the dahlias, tomatoes, and hydrangeas luxuriate in all of it...
I stand at the seashore alone and start to think
There are rushing waves, mountains of molecules
each minding its own business
Trillions apart, yet forming white surf in unison
Ages on ages, before any eyes could see,
Year after year, thunderously pounding the shore as now
For whom? For what?
On a dead planet with no life to entertain
Out of the cradle onto dry land, here it is, standing
Atoms with consciousness, matter with curiosity
Stands at the sea, wonders at wondering,
I, a universe of atoms, an atom in the universe.
Richard Feynman
Our friend, Marshall Lyles, has muscular dystrophy. He suffers, he cares for others, and experiences what it is to walk in this world in this condition. He's doing something about it, about the language of it. I am so grateful. (You can scroll through slowly with the help of the arrows.)
