“Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements — the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution and for life — weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of the stars, and the only way for them to get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. So, forget Jesus. The stars died so that you could be here today.”
~ Lawrence M. Krauss
Today I began an account with . I have made countless attempts to get healthy before. Who knows, maybe this one will work. If they have a widget I can post on here or something, maybe I’ll do that & pretend to have readers. 😉
My boyfriend asked me yesterday why, when I read so much, I do not do any literary analysis. He knows that, when I read, I do not do so with a reader’s guide, even to the point of reading a dense work like without any external input. After some faltering and inane attempts at an explanation, I had to admit that it is largely due to misplaced pride in my ability to “get” whatever I am reading. So, I am going to try to change that. For books of that sort, the books that make me think or confuse me or inspire me, I will begin writing longer, more analytic reviews. I hope they bring you pleasure in some way.
The December 22 & 29th, 2008 issue of The New Yorker contained a piece by Mark Twain, entitled “The Privilege of the Grave.” In his usual dry, witty way Twain contends that free speech is 5000 times more rare than murder and punished 100% of the time. He is, of couse, speaking of punishment by one’s peers, family, society, etc. It is a wonderfully well-written piece about the longing many people have to say what they truly think, and how that is almost always supressed. I do not want to go further in summarizing the essay, Continue reading