
It took millions of years for dinosaurs to roam and evolve to fish and birds, and for the death of the dinosaurs to become fodder for oil fields later drilled dry by humans fearing insignificance who thought they could anchor themselves with empires - but this forgetful universe, ceaselessly spinning on the metaphysical spindle for eons, extinguishes the city lights carelessly, like blowing out a birthday candle, millennia so meaningless a memory, transient as the wind.
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Written for WOTDC, Shay’s Word Garden Word List, Go Dog Go Cafe, RDP, and EM-RWP
[…] post was written for Sunday Whirl Wordle #539 and a new prompt I found from a fellow blogger called Word Garden Word […]
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Happy to have provided a bit of inspiration and introduce you to Shay’s blog and prompt!
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We who think we are all powerful gods over this world we live in can be so easily blown away by the winds, waves, and little shivers from the explosiveness of the natural world. Man’s egos never cease to amaze.
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So true. It is wild how small and temporary our existence is compared to how massive our egos are.
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We all are but dust in the wind indeed!
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Yep. We are dust and return to dust.
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Puts things in perspective…
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Yeah, it really does. I find it a little unsettling sometimes to look up at the sky and realize the relative insignificance of existence, but there’s also something pleasantly humbling about it.
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Forgetful universe indeed. I was reading yesterday about some fossil that was found of a creature who lived 500 million years ago. I tried to imagine five hundred. million. years. I couldn’t.
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It is pretty wild to try to conceptualize. Like we barely have a frame of reference for a number that large.
Thank you for the word list inspiration!
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It’s rather incredible the way the world seems to forget what was, the way people go through life not remembering the happenings that too them there… I wonder how long it will be until remnants of our bones become fuel for another forgetful world.
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“I wonder how long it will be until remnants of our bones become fuel for another forgetful world.” – You make a great point, but I am not ready to think about that yet!
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This reminded me that one significant solar flare would disable nearly all of Earth’s electric and electronic infrastructure. There’s nothing we’d be able to do about it. Civilization would be in a shambles.
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Such a good point. On the one hand, we have built up this crazy complicated infrastructure that feels solid, secure, safe. On the other hand, it doesn’t take much to wipe all of this away. We think we’ve powered over the natural forces, but we really haven’t.
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The Sun will always be in charge of us.
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Absolutely potent.
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Thank you!!
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It certainly is a world of selective memory. A truly great and thought provoking poem here!!
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Thank you! Yeah, existence in the context of the greater universe is so wild to try to wrap one’s head around
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oil lamp burning low
folly’s shadows ever grow
dusty wind rises
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I love your haiku! Perfectly said
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Thank you ❤
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“by humans fearing insignificance
who thought they could anchor
themselves with empires”
to think that humans could build something as grand as “empire” in the face of “forever”, pure folly, pure ego. even on our own planet (only a fraction as old as the universe) we have lived but a single fraction of a second. every species that has ever come abound has gone extinct, and we, who are perhaps (perhaps) capable enough to sidestep that fate, insist on trying to do so with a construct as feeble as “empire”… laughable, i so agree. very well expressed!
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I know, right? The thinking is so Tower of Babel-esque and equally flawed. And yet, we continued to think of ourselves as so important in the grand scheme of the universe.
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[…] about religion or rain dances, that rationality is a cruel comfort. Fewer days remain of this life, transient as the wind, so, you might as well savor the short-lived relief of small exhilarations to bandage the cracks – […]
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