Feeling rather bleak just now; can't really place why. Musing about social insects, their random behavior and their constructions within which they live, one can't help but look at people and draw some parallels. There's so many people, so many people... all with intricate, unique lives. And so many people who once were, and are now no more... the blue, god-like Dr. Manhattan of the Watchmen characterized each individual's uniqueness as a 'thermodynamic miracle'. "But the world is so full of people, so crowded that they become commonplace and we forget... I forget. We gaze continually at the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from another vantage point, as if new, it may still take the breath away." <1> That's what makes us different from termites, ants or bees.
So not all is desolation - my sore throat pain seems to have abated. Had a tasty dinner (grilled mackerel and sushi), this time at Satsuma, which I'm thinking is just as good as Tokyo Sushi at half the distance. Better food and not too much, like that place in Los Altos.
Perhaps these bleak feelings are a result of the job, where must of my weekend work was rendered moot by a few snap decisions made by higher-ups. Certainly not the first time that's happened; I guess some suffer that indignity on a daily basis, but it does make one wonder "Why bother?" Another factor may be the Churchill I'm reading - war's been staved off for many years, but his narrative has reached September 1939, where the hostilities have finally involved the British. My own nation's present-day sabre-rattling towards Iraq seem to have been neutralized for the moment; an agreement was signed today in Baghdad; yet in 1938 England also believed in an agreement that had been signed by the German dictator. Sir Winston called WWII "The Unnecessary War", his theme for this volume (the first of a six-part series) is "How the English-speaking peoples through their unwisdom, carelessness, and good nature allowed the wicked to rearm." <2> This seems relevant to our own situation, given the seemingly careless way George Bush called off Desert Storm without truly neutralizing the aggressor.
Why is the after-effect of my healthy veggie lunch a couple hours of the farts?
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<1>Alan Moore, Watchmen #9, 1986 Back
<2>The Gathering Storm, 1948 Back