Each day, one hundred fifty thousand
People will die.
You could not cry a second
For each if you try.
Modern Love, 30
What are we first? First, animals; and next
Intelligences at a leap; on whom
Pale lies the distant shadow of the tomb,
And all that draweth on the tomb for text.
Into which state comes Love, the crowning sun:
Beneath whose light the shadow loses form.
We are the lords of life, and life is warm.
Intelligence and instinct now are one.
But nature says: “My children most they seem
When they least know me: therefore I decree
That they shall suffer.” Swift doth young Love flee,
And we stand wakened, shivering from our dream.
Then if we study Nature we are wise.
Thus do the few who live but with the day:
The scientific animals are they —
Lady, this is my sonnet to your eyes.
— George Meredith
Observations
- Recently realized there’s not a Derek in Derek and the Dominos.
- Was I completely out of it after drinking a beer, or were people actually talking about eating human placentas (wiki) at the dinner party last night? And I think I’ve finally seen an area of San Francisco in which I could possibly want to reside.
- Seems like it might be obvious, but I think that overdrying clothes kills them. Which makes me wonder if air drying clothing might prolong their longevity. But I’m too lazy to figure that out.
- Google Girl was unbelievably hot today. And I don’t mean “hot” as in the weather yesterday. I think a poem is going to be written about her soon.