NUEVO ROSTRO
La noche borra noches en tu rostro,
Derrama aceites en tus secos párpados,
Quema en tu frente el pensamiento
Y atrás del pensamiento la memoria.
Entre las sombras que te anegan
Otro rostro amanece.
Y siento que a mi lado
No eres tú la que duerme,
Sino la niña aquella que fuiste
Y que esperaba sólo que durmieras
Para volver y conocerme.
Bañarme en tu luz,
deslumbrante, espeza,
cargando una aroma de roble o incienso,
entrando en ciclos a la primavera,
al valle de tu fertilidad.
Con un llanto gurrutal,
nacido del deseo,
madrugas siendo selva.
Me ciegas, me hipnotizas.
Me devoras. Impacientes,
salvajes, tú y tu sexo
consumen su victima.
Que deliciosa muerte;
sabiendo que de mis manos
nacerán flores,
de mi pecho arboles,
y en tus bosques eternos amores.
Science and religion are orthogonal in that they do not clash. The same as your dreams and waking life co-exist.
In their winding roads, a scholar and a preist may become best friends and share their joys and experiences, but there world view could never be equal; one sees angels, spritis and prophets while the other sees comets, quasars and the experiment.
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The jury is still out on the exact probability with which civilizations arise in a galaxy, but Fermi's paradox is a very true, and important question.
After science feels confident on a more precise estimate for the probability of the development of civilization, and we have either: evidence of other civilizations, or a more accurate calculation of what is expected, I believe the results may be used in connection with the Simulation Argument. That is: If we never find extra-terrestrial life, it should a strong argument to believe we are running inside a simulation.
Yes, I am aware fermi's paradox, and the simulation argument are rather orthogonal, but you must accept there is at least SOME interplay here.
Its funny sometimes when you get back to your roots, and find yourself in such a comfortable position, that feeling of homelyness; plus its healthy!
The trip from Provo was a whole other story though... got lost twice, ran around in circles, both tiresw got flats with a total of 7 holes, did the repairs myself, and finally made it back home 5 hours later. It was just one of those days...
I was about 16, and started my answer with: "Why not?"; its been an interesting progression since then. I had just read Stephan Hawkings' Brief History of time, so I was repeating these very notions. Later on, discussing with my grandfather how the anthropic principal was just misguided reasoning. I guess conscious atheists go through this process of liberation and humanization; an emotional situation Andre Comte-Sponville refers to as Joyful Despair.
Its amazing how reality can just dig deep into your bones and wrench existence itself up to the border of your skin, where it sizzles and raises your hairs to the tone of electrified stem cell marrow!
That delicate balance of breathing; of self-awareness, of being able to fight for confirmation of your own objective presence.
To me life is here for its own sake, existence is self-contained, each day is a self-endowed gift to be shared and cherished.
I live to fight, i fight to live, I live to think, I think therefore I am, and I am here to share myself, this glorious day, and this glorious life; no mater how short with who ever chooses to listen; and I will tell you this: I am in love with living, its an intoxicating experience to see the sun rise each day and fuel this greenhouse paradise of bonsai pets and thousand year old oaks!
