Noice...
Over in philosophy, there's been a classic old argument going on the relationship between the external world and internal qualia, with a bit of a diversion into neuroscience.
However, one of the folks in that discussion was inspired to create a bit of appropriate poetry, and I thought it was worth spreading around:
The wavelength of the light
The way it makes the three cones twitter
How those twitters ignite
Deep and scattered across
The gray and steel pink pudding
Tzits and tzats
Like that bugzapper on your grandma’s porch
As the simmer of July faded
Into crickets and stars
How the wizened monkey telegrapher transcribes
Sounds without meaning
Into a language he does not know
All this, all this
And still there is not the blueness
That was over Gettysburg
-pastorlenny
However, one of the folks in that discussion was inspired to create a bit of appropriate poetry, and I thought it was worth spreading around:
The wavelength of the light
The way it makes the three cones twitter
How those twitters ignite
Deep and scattered across
The gray and steel pink pudding
Tzits and tzats
Like that bugzapper on your grandma’s porch
As the simmer of July faded
Into crickets and stars
How the wizened monkey telegrapher transcribes
Sounds without meaning
Into a language he does not know
All this, all this
And still there is not the blueness
That was over Gettysburg
-pastorlenny