Life is the dandelion in the sidewalk crack that shrivels under a spray of Round-Up and then shoots up a new stalk next day, the lichen on the headstone, the bacterial bloom in the holding tank. It is tiny and mighty and everywhere. The sublime is underfoot.
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Why write?
“Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, like the idle, curved tunnels of leaf miners on the face of a leaf. We must somehow take a wider view, look at the whole landscape, really see it, and describe what’s going on here. Then we can at least wail the right questionsContinue reading “Why write?”
Life in the Multiverse 