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Fireflies: a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs
“….a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs….”* As a child, I used to chase and marvel at the fireflies twinkling in the night. As an adult, I now look at the fireflies as a glowing refutation of Charles … Continue reading
Posted in essay, music, nature, religion, science & technology
Tagged Adam Young, bioluminescence, Charles Darwin, creative evolution, disorder, entropy, evolution, fireflies, incandescent bulb, intelligent design, lightning bugs, Marc Branham, natural selection, order, Owl City, Radim Schreiber, Tsuneaki Hiramatsu
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A Red Rattle Toy
A red rattle toy, my mother’s gift Rattles violently, bloodshakes my young head. I could not hold it upright, Too small my hands, too finite With ten fingers in vain may clutch A furiously spinning axis: The toy rattles, cradles … Continue reading
Posted in collection: untitled (1976), poetry
Tagged axis, cradle, earth, entropy, FOCUS Philippines, innocence, life, mother, rattle toy, revolution, satellite, spinning, symphony, untitled collection, vibrations, violence
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The Generosity of Entropy
There is less pressure in the unknown, in the undefined, in the free-flowing. Until they become known, until their forms get defined, and until their substances are made to flow in meaningful directions and momenta.
