February 2010 Archives

In my dream, it was some 10,000 years from now, and I was peering out of the window of a craft making its orbital descent into Titan--a colonized planet and moderately terraformed, but still greenish yellow and cold, its cities barely glimmering in the permanent dusk of midday sunshine.

Perhaps because I do nothing, or what I do has no tangible value, or even that I may an impediment to some other being's 'doing.'

Perhaps it is what I see, or notice:

Though your plains are so great and so plain, devoid of ought but snow, promises of some sprouting staple remain in an unforeseen future, even sustaining those scintillating cities we require to not have our civitas be as empty as our persona--even a purpose derived from sustaining communitas by virtue of individual action.

Perhaps it is a feeling, maybe it is even shared (provided I am not a psychopath)...Something identifiable in myself even though I observe it manifested in some other being.

Back to empty, am I empty and fulfilling myself through sought-after stimuli, or am I osmotically empathizing with emptiness I perceive in the world around me? Or am I still too narcissistic to philosophize on the concept without burdening the truth with need?