beautifully grim

Aug 23, 2005 11:23

don't vent emotions while driving, beautifully grim, every colour has a meaning, the temptation to see the world as it ought to be, quickly disable the alarm, fingers shaking, stop stop stop stop stop-

I spend my time spinning this globe, zooming in, zooming out, examining this world... a country interests me, zoom in, watch the obscured slowly revealed as satellite images load, zoom further, I see the mountains, zoom, the trees, the buildings, zoom, even the people, spin out, start again...

Spin too close, and the human drama overwhelms, everything is too important, too big, spin out too far and it's insignificant, I can't even feel whole cities swept away. From just a hundred miles up, Auschwitz is a tiny dot, Tiananmen Square a mere speck, even that research facility in the middle of the Libyan desert is an unimposing smudge.

Imagine now, the whole world engulfed by fire. Plates cracking, lava erupting... while on one island, one tree, one branch oddly untouched, a caterpillar is trying to find the courage to change into a butterfly. In the face of such destruction, what does such simple courage mean?

To the caterpillar, it means everything.
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