i just keep looking at canis majoris and thinking: "damn, that's almost as big as my ego."
it's good to have this kind of perspective, if only to remind one that it's all relative. i'm constantly thinking about the worlds there must be that are so much smaller than ours, but every bit as important. some of the denizens of those small worlds can kill us.
it seems as if love of our world would be an evolutionary survival mechanism, like cuteness among babies, wouldn't it? and yet, one doesn't find it to be so common.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."
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i just keep looking at canis majoris and thinking: "damn, that's almost as big as my ego."
it's good to have this kind of perspective, if only to remind one that it's all relative. i'm constantly thinking about the worlds there must be that are so much smaller than ours, but every bit as important. some of the denizens of those small worlds can kill us.
it seems as if love of our world would be an evolutionary survival mechanism, like cuteness among babies, wouldn't it? and yet, one doesn't find it to be so common.
wouldn't it be funny if it turned out that canis majoris is just a lot closer than we thought it was?
"if there is one thing you can't afford to have in an infinite universe, it is a sense of perspective."
-- trin tragula
oh, and one other thing:
"canis majoris" is latin for "bill clinton."
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