Moon Philosophy
Driving home last night I stared up at the moon and wondered what it's all about. You know, life. The excellent consumer parody 'This Age We're Living In', came into my mind. The writer takes as his premise,
'Only two big facts are known for certain: you are on a large spinning rock hurtling through space at about 67,000 mph, and one day your body is going to die. Will a new pair of shoes really help?'
I wondered to myself why? Why is there a large glowing moon up there? It seems likely to me that the universe was created, so why put the moon up there? It just seems so random to have a great white moon floating up in the sky somehow. And then it struck me that perhaps it was for the sheer joy of the thing, the Creator at play. Why not?
I thought too about a fifteen year old I had spoken to earlier that day who was distressed. She had been to a party and a gang known as MBP had crashed it. Apparently there are large teenage gangs which roam London crashing parties and causing trouble. They had glassed a girl outside and then the police were called and the party broke up. She didn't say so, but she seemed quite shaken by it. It's a tough time to be a teenager.
Perhaps this world is a bit like that party. Made joyfully, for fun, but then crashed by trouble makers. Eventually the party has to stop, but I hope there will be another, exclusive party afterwards for all the nicest guests. Whatever happens, make sure you're on the guest list for that one.
On the wastelands of the dreary A406 I turned a corner. Above me the moon glowed bright. It looked rather like an old man making a face.
'Only two big facts are known for certain: you are on a large spinning rock hurtling through space at about 67,000 mph, and one day your body is going to die. Will a new pair of shoes really help?'
I wondered to myself why? Why is there a large glowing moon up there? It seems likely to me that the universe was created, so why put the moon up there? It just seems so random to have a great white moon floating up in the sky somehow. And then it struck me that perhaps it was for the sheer joy of the thing, the Creator at play. Why not?
I thought too about a fifteen year old I had spoken to earlier that day who was distressed. She had been to a party and a gang known as MBP had crashed it. Apparently there are large teenage gangs which roam London crashing parties and causing trouble. They had glassed a girl outside and then the police were called and the party broke up. She didn't say so, but she seemed quite shaken by it. It's a tough time to be a teenager.
Perhaps this world is a bit like that party. Made joyfully, for fun, but then crashed by trouble makers. Eventually the party has to stop, but I hope there will be another, exclusive party afterwards for all the nicest guests. Whatever happens, make sure you're on the guest list for that one.
On the wastelands of the dreary A406 I turned a corner. Above me the moon glowed bright. It looked rather like an old man making a face.
posted by Fiona A L Campbell at 10:40 am
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