Deep, Deep, Deep; Deeper And Deeper We Creep

–Image copyright Karel Cudlin

What am I? What shall I do? What can I believe and hope for? Everything in philosophy can be reduced to this.

–Georg Christoph Lichtenberg, Aphorisms

As long and as far as they can stare into their magic spyglasses they strive to glimpse ever deeper into the star clutter, those little men with their frightening focus and faraway eyes. Lab-coated pygmies dreaming into the darkness, looking for further evidence of their –and our– insignificance. Let’s face it: they already have in their possession too many useless secrets while the rest of us are still five years old and paralyzed, wonder-stunned in the presence of what are essentially variants on the old Alka-Seltzer rocket, the spider web, and the firefly.

The world can do whatever it wants with you. Don’t hesitate. It can all go so quickly, everything, and then you’ll be left alone in the dark with a television, trying to either forget or remember your dreams, depending on how far along you are in the process of evaporating.