Saturday, February 16, 2013

When in a certain frame of mind...

...I can be reconciled to the existence of space and substance. But light is a problem. It makes no sense. It seems superfluous, gratuitous, anomalous -- like too much red lipstick on an ostrich.

1 comment:

  1. But then, what would the ostrich think if you started smearing away its exhuberance of color?