It has been a busy day. Whether it is the heat or old age I am feeling sleepy and it is only quarter to four in the afternoon. I'll put it down to the heat.
I have been reading Bill Bryson's A Short History of Nearly Everything
. He makes the excellent point that "for me to be here now trillions of drifting atoms had to somehow assemble in an intricate and curiously obliging manner to create you. It's an arrangement so specialised and particular that it has never been tried before and will only exist this once. For the next many years (we hope) these tiny particles will uncomplainingly in all the billions of deft, co-operative efforts necessary to keep you intact and let you experience the supremely agreeable but generally under appreciated state known as existence"Good point. I shall ponder it as my particular particles feel ever so slightly disengaged. Taking the point a little further and putting aside my under appreciated state I am amazed at the stuff outside my window and the fact that I get to sit in my office in comfort, rather than having been assembled as a bug.
But enough with the metaphysics already.
It is Friday and very nearly time for a refreshing beverage.
Forgive me for extrapolating in a manner so eminently impertinent as to be considered gently mocking, (which is certainly is not intended to be), but in the cosmic scheme of things, how can you be arrogant enough to think you are anything more than a bug?
ReplyDeleteHave you got to the chapter about the relative size of this tiny planet compared to the scope of the Universe as-we-don't-know-it?