Today I feel small. Sat in the library reading about how perceptions of nature have changed. How humans have resisted or embraced the fact that we are made up of stuff just like antelopes and turds. School reading. Thinking about the progression of thought makes me acutely aware that I am in the middle of another progression which will one day blur until it is something else or something similar with a new name. I feel like a cog in some wheel that always was and will keep spinning forever. But I won't. Someday I will stop. And I wish I knew that the wheel were spinning toward something. Or something.
Monday, January 25, 2010
i am a small cog
Today I feel small. Sat in the library reading about how perceptions of nature have changed. How humans have resisted or embraced the fact that we are made up of stuff just like antelopes and turds. School reading. Thinking about the progression of thought makes me acutely aware that I am in the middle of another progression which will one day blur until it is something else or something similar with a new name. I feel like a cog in some wheel that always was and will keep spinning forever. But I won't. Someday I will stop. And I wish I knew that the wheel were spinning toward something. Or something.
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