a few years pass and it's like, well, no time has passed at all. of course it has. there's now a child. and a new home. and a swath of gray hair at the temples. but then, in the grand scheme of things, that's just a blink of an eye.
today is the transit of venus, which won't pass in between earth and the sun again for another hundred and five years or something like that. and a sea of people all over the world are going to don special glasses to stare into the sky and watch it pass.
i'm gonna look at it on the internet. i guess that's a postmodern thing to say. but in the end, putting on glasses and watching an astronomical event simply because it's not going to happen again until we're dead is probably pretty postmodern too. the transit of venus as a marker of our own mortality. we look at it, marvel at it because it's just going to keep doing, even after we're just dust in the wind. we want to be part of it because someday we won't. but isn't that just life? shouldn't we want to be part of it every day because someday we won't?
deep thoughts for a tuesday morning.
Conor Oberst - You Are Your Mother's Child (retro-added 5/25/15)
