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grandiloquent Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 104Midwest America |
What use would it be to see the burst of molecule numero uno? Is it the confidence we could recreate the conditions? treat death as a toy? Or would it explain the feeble questions; who, when, where, Why? As much value as to witness all the changes, I suppose: the first life snuffed out that was not disregarded carrion but selected loss -- pain's awakening. Or first love, truly. Some chain the possessor clawed at -- challenging the affection By scraping their thin film of reason deciding "What is this? What?" the need growing still to touch one furry shoulder tenderly (or in just raw fascination), to sleep against it's connected back. Conversion from desire for shiny stones to warm bodies; strengthening to more than the feeding of flesh in sex. The maternal cradle, social grooming, transforming to a delight in conversation. Or in Freud's sense, the goal would not have changed, just the complexity in obtaining it. Perhaps the utilization would be to satisfy our curiosity in the rearranging of events: can we control each section of destiny, history, advancement? what state would we enter now if one gray-yellow afternoon a negligible brown girl of the small, secret tribe in what was then the iced hills coating Texas, had begun to form the paradox of god, and not crouch, fold into a ball of warmth, and nap instead? ------------------ "I hate quotations, tell me what you know." R.W. Emerson [This message has been edited by grandiloquent (edited 09-03-99).] |
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