The ice in Lake St. Clair broke up a few days ago and is now mostly gone. There is still a big pile of it on the lake wall, though.What follows is not a poem yet, so I am not posting it to AMARYPOEM or two. It is just some thoughts about mortality as I consider my mother's passing and my own.
Singularity
When we die, an entire universe dies with us, and no one
notices. They may see a change in their own universe. Perhaps
we are suddenly missing, a singularity of variable size.
Maybe large, maybe small, maybe shifting with time.
We could be a hole that so disrupts their universe
that it crumbles or implodes. But mostly not.
What is lost is one view, one set of memories, hopes,
dreams and fears that absolutely no one shares or can see.
Even if they were there, with us, every minute, their view
was different, their processing different, their whole universe
unique.
Also, I took the how green are you test that I saw over at In Blue Ink and got this for a result:
| You Are Grass Green |
 Down to earth and a bit of a hippie, you are very into nature and the outdoors. You accept the world and people as they are. You don't try to change things. You are also very comfortable with yourself, flaws and all. Optimistic about the future, you feel like life is always getting better. |
To tell you the truth, I was a little disappointed in the test. (What should I expect?) It wasn't very comprehensive or deep. Which reminds me about how depressed I got yesterday walking around greater Detroit and thinking that we will NOT be able to save the world if people continue to behave the way they do--driving Huge ESCALADES and throwing their trash out the window. And more. I'm greener than the test gives me credit for, greener than most people around here, but not green enough to save the world.
4 comments:
I love the picture of Keith and the ice, he looks so intent. Littering makes me really, really, really mad. I read a Carl Hiaassen novel recently called Sick Puppy. There is a character who is so outraged by such environmental crimes that he follows people to exact revenge. Sometimes it is a tempting thought, eh?
The ice was undulating and shifting in a fascinating way that the still photo doesn't show.
How about if we followed people who littered and dumped trash cans into their cars or trash down their shirts?
Interesting thoughts on death and different universes. The trashing of our envirement depresses me, too. Even more so when I have to see it at the bottoms of our lakes, rivers, and oceans. Most people don't think about that until they've been snorkling or diving. We've managed to trash every corner of out planet.
Thanks so much Blue Rose! I get so upset, depressed, angry, sometimes feel hopeless about the environment and the earth--I'm afraid we won't do anything until it's too late and the balance has shifted to destruction to the point of irretrievability. WAHN!
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