"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? -- every, every minute?" Question asked by Emily, in OUR TOWN "to find a value above all price for the smallest events in our daily life" ~Thornton Wilder
Friday, April 13, 2012
The Atoms of Our Hearts
When I recently downloaded a tulip photo from wikipedia onto my book blog, my husband Gerry said, "You should take your own photographs of our own tulips!" So I gave it a try! My results:
I like the way, in the following passages, we humans share our bodies with the world, our atoms with the sun, and our time with the galaxies!
" . . . the body was, in some mysterious way, a perfect mirror of the world. . . . Sometimes I think the entire world is contained within each living person. . . . as if the underlying correspondences between tulips and lungs, veins and trees, flesh and earth, might reveal a pattern he could understand. . . . the intricate and exhausting task of trying to transform . . . the body into the world and the world into the body" (149, 201 - 02, 319).
"For one thing, the effect of gamma rays on man-in-the-moon marigolds has made me curious about the sun and the stars, for the universe itself must be like a world of great atoms . . . but most important, I suppose my experiment has made me feel important--every atom in me, in everybody, has come from the sun--from places beyond our dreams. The atoms of our hands, the atoms of our hearts" (101-02).
A Blip on the Magnified Computer Picture On your way to the barbershop you're almost blown off your feet when it occurs to you that you're using some of the very same time needed to keep the galaxies spinning through the light - years.
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