Past and Future
Mmmm, I haven't added to the blog for a while. Been really busy. Time flows like sand in an hour glass. These are indeed the "Days of Our Lives". However, I'm feeling really disconnected. From time? From life? I don't know.
When we walk we see what is in front of us. Our eyes are in front of us. If they weren't we would bump into things. Our memories are behind us. We remember what has been. We don't see what is to come and we do bump into temporal things.
Here's a real Martian image - a swimmer in sand. A true Martian swimmer swims through sand which is fine and indeed, flows like water. Not like Earthian sand which is generally as dense as a pudding. Earthian sand either sticks like glue or blows like air. It almost never has the aqueous, flowing quality of Martian sand.
Oh! I miss the seethe and stroke of Martian sand! The clean feel, the slight abrasion of it, the cool silkiness. Like being caressed by smoke.
The Earthian wooden swimmer fights the constraints of a restrictive medium so unlike the Martian sand. Look how he strains! Martian sand yields willingly to the Martian sensitive stroke and repays the compliment with a impulse of a feather.
And yet, the Earthian log, in spite of Earthian solidity, imparts the idea that maybe, someway, through the cooperation of medium and the traverser of the medium an easier way. After all, does not the swimmer somehow swim?
When we walk we see what is in front of us. Our eyes are in front of us. If they weren't we would bump into things. Our memories are behind us. We remember what has been. We don't see what is to come and we do bump into temporal things.
Here's a real Martian image - a swimmer in sand. A true Martian swimmer swims through sand which is fine and indeed, flows like water. Not like Earthian sand which is generally as dense as a pudding. Earthian sand either sticks like glue or blows like air. It almost never has the aqueous, flowing quality of Martian sand.
Oh! I miss the seethe and stroke of Martian sand! The clean feel, the slight abrasion of it, the cool silkiness. Like being caressed by smoke.
The Earthian wooden swimmer fights the constraints of a restrictive medium so unlike the Martian sand. Look how he strains! Martian sand yields willingly to the Martian sensitive stroke and repays the compliment with a impulse of a feather.
And yet, the Earthian log, in spite of Earthian solidity, imparts the idea that maybe, someway, through the cooperation of medium and the traverser of the medium an easier way. After all, does not the swimmer somehow swim?
posted by Barzoomian at 4:30 AM
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