Thursday, March 13, 2025. There are people who never think about the vastness of the universe and how every single one of us is but a speck of dust whose life lasts a fraction of a cosmic nanosecond, or rather: I don’t really know whether these people exist, who am I after all to have certainty of anything like that, what I wanted to say is more in the tone of
So now I’m contemplating the vastness of the universe and I’m unsure if this is a good thing or a bad thing insofar as it ignites a sensation of uncomprehending wonder while reminding me - inevitably - of my own insignificance, and coincidentally just this afternoon I was looking out of an upstairs window with my 5 year old grandson and asked him to pay attention to the beauty of the sky because I told him we forget to notice it, and he said quite nonchalantly that he looks at it all the time especially the little white clouds floating past and I was astonished…
I just gulped this down on the train, inhaling the words in one go and letting them flow through me.
Love the shape this took, the existential-ness of it and then the flipped perspective to the pen (ahh, so perfect!) and then to the abrupt ending with the sink.
Favourite phrase "exaggeratedly ample amount of time" ... I'm going to try and borrow this, if I may, in a sentence at work this week. Somehow I must make use of such a wonderful phrase.
So glad you like this new format, Nathan! Thank you so much for your super kind words, as always. That “ample” I wasn’t sure about, but somehow it sounded right. And please, be my guest with that phrase. Sometimes I find that a literal (or quasi-literal) translation from the Italian, such is the case here, mysteriously gives birth to interesting constructs. :)
Love this idea of the exploring the interiority of being and those questions: do other people think like this? Or, how can they not? Some people who pass by in the street often appear vacant but must be simply making it through the day. Maybe if you don't force yourself to pause and reflect, it just catches up to you in a weird and unexpected (and inconvenient?) moment.
So now I’m contemplating the vastness of the universe and I’m unsure if this is a good thing or a bad thing insofar as it ignites a sensation of uncomprehending wonder while reminding me - inevitably - of my own insignificance, and coincidentally just this afternoon I was looking out of an upstairs window with my 5 year old grandson and asked him to pay attention to the beauty of the sky because I told him we forget to notice it, and he said quite nonchalantly that he looks at it all the time especially the little white clouds floating past and I was astonished…
So beautiful, Zinenataza! Thank you for sharing this little story. :)
I think you fixed your sink (clogged drain was it?) through writing this. 😂
Spot on, Kimberly! Thank you!
Teehee. 🤩
I just gulped this down on the train, inhaling the words in one go and letting them flow through me.
Love the shape this took, the existential-ness of it and then the flipped perspective to the pen (ahh, so perfect!) and then to the abrupt ending with the sink.
Favourite phrase "exaggeratedly ample amount of time" ... I'm going to try and borrow this, if I may, in a sentence at work this week. Somehow I must make use of such a wonderful phrase.
So glad you like this new format, Nathan! Thank you so much for your super kind words, as always. That “ample” I wasn’t sure about, but somehow it sounded right. And please, be my guest with that phrase. Sometimes I find that a literal (or quasi-literal) translation from the Italian, such is the case here, mysteriously gives birth to interesting constructs. :)
It’s fantastic, and again makes me lament I don’t know a second language.
A truly perfect ending to the sentence.
Thank you, Stephanie!
Thank god there is both infinite space and an infinite number of commas available to us in this universe
Totally, Rick!
Love this idea of the exploring the interiority of being and those questions: do other people think like this? Or, how can they not? Some people who pass by in the street often appear vacant but must be simply making it through the day. Maybe if you don't force yourself to pause and reflect, it just catches up to you in a weird and unexpected (and inconvenient?) moment.
Yes, you’re right. It eventually catches up to you. It must, at some point. :)
Thank you so much, Kate!
Only you can make me read an entire paragraph-long sentence
LOL Camilo! Expect more!