chilling like a villain
“Be hot no longer!”, I will shortly announce to my fishes, as they recline in the comfort of nice 26 degree water, rather than the oppressive 32 degree heat-box that is presently my aquarium. And all for a measly $700. Yey! (now for a metal halide)… It looks like this…
I’m having a self-medicated-metal-health-day today. I’ve already got up (that was a big one), done washing up, put washing on and hung it out (x2), made coffee, smoothy and omlette, and visited the Perc Tucker Gallery to see the children’s exhibition.
There was a really great piece of art (that was hung at childrens eye level - so cool) entitled “Balancing Black Dodo”, which I thought was quite pertinent… It was, as the title suggests, a painting of a large black dodo, balancing on a very fine wire.
It looked very confident, whilst at the same time, a little nervous. I wonder if that’s how the last dodo felt during its final days on earth. Maybe he (or she) was just going about its business… chasing geckos, trying to find a mate and so on…
It probably applies to our current situation as well. The other day I was thinking that humanity seems to be getting a little too big for its boots. I think we’re all sitting in a life-raft in the middle of a massive, dead ocean. It’s only a matter of time before we all go crazy (this may have already happened) and slash the raft! How lonely…
But, that’s not really true. All around us there are powerful forces at work, the planets keep spinning and the universe goes on. I hope that all humanity does destroy itself, but not life itself (which I don’t think could all be destroyed by us, as arrogant as we are).
I feel that humanity’s self-inflicted destruction would be tragic in the extreme. For me the hope lies, not in our survival, but in the survival of life itself. Let the testate amoebas inherit the earth I say.