noosphere

we are too close
to the end of these sad bad times
to stop moving


what lives here:
microfiction, science, philosophy(?)
poetry, autobiography, photography
a bit of maths, art, music
and stuff

gmail at noosphere.tumblr

mills:

“One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.”

— Tender Is The Night, F. Scott Fitzgerald, quoted by Riazm.

except evolve around it & beyond it, compress coal exactly so & you’ve got diamonds; compress dark energy & matter just so and you’ve got a universe and people to think about it.  voilà.

perhaps all life is suffering because all life is love.