Who We Really Are
Courtesy of the brilliant Maria Popova of Brain Pickings, here is poet Marie Howe’s reflection on humans and time and the big, big picture:
The Universe in Verse: Marie Howe reads "Singularity" (after Stephen Hawking) from Maria Popova on Vimeo.
Leads me back to Whitman. Seems as if many things these days lead me back to Whitman or Gerard Manley Hopkins. What is that all about?
Urge and urge and urge,
Always the procreant urge of the world.
Because look.
Giant tree ferns in New Zealand. Rhesus monkey mama and baby and ancient rock art in India. Stardust, all.
