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.
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  1. Frank DixonFebruary 17, 2013 at 11:18 AM

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

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