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An Ed Groatian Type Observation Surrounding Fireworks and Why We Like Them so Much.
On crisp clear nights like this the phosphorus blasts in the air and the ground sounds like scrambled eggs, Jack, - you think about life Jim. That mini mystery life like. As the bombs burst you think about things that didn’t work out - never really about the things that do - or you think about the things that did work out but ended. Died. Teleological physical evil. Mourning death. A pall bared. The brief brilliance of life - and the privating paucity of death. The contrast of the illuminated burst against the void of night sky.
William Comparetto
© 2007
On crisp clear nights like this the phosphorus blasts in the air and the ground sounds like scrambled eggs, Jack, - you think about life Jim. That mini mystery life like. As the bombs burst you think about things that didn’t work out - never really about the things that do - or you think about the things that did work out but ended. Died. Teleological physical evil. Mourning death. A pall bared. The brief brilliance of life - and the privating paucity of death. The contrast of the illuminated burst against the void of night sky.
William Comparetto
© 2007