Only the Names Have Changed

I am back.

The cast of characters around here has changed, but I am still the same answer-seeking crusader, walking through the heart of a city, sitting on the banks of a river, only this time with a better view. Still reading and knitting, baking and loving. Trying to parent and teach so I can make better use of this space I'm taking up.

Today I asked a question seeped, I thought, with philosophical implications. How do we go on in the face of knowing what we know about entropy, the agony of being connected to everything. Long before iPhones and internet, intertwined liking, we resonated with the essence of the universe; we have fed on it, sustained it and been sustained by it until it was our time to be fed upon. We have been, as David Foster Wallace said, "on fire with the same force that lit the stars—compassion, love, the sub-surface unity of all things."

We can't unplug from that.

Then one said, yes, the universe is a butt grabber. If only it would move a little to the left.

There's my answer. Laughter at the absurdity.

We will survive.