^---- *meanders to the beat of a different drum also*

*finds himself at the othere end of Lixie’s pew.*:lust:


Because of an avocation with geology, I was actually following the southern quake, of Christmas even, between Tazland and Auntie Artic, when I became aware and started this thread. The 8.1 number, means something to me and 8.9 REALLY meant something. ……. (and 9.0 means even more) Only by a few hours, was I aware that a significant event could be happening and titled this thread with the words “fragile” and “temporary”.

In spite of the fact that our species has done more than any before, to effect and screw-up the environment that WE are dependent on, it truly is NOT much of a notation in the biography of this tiny satellite of a common, garden variety star, in a galaxy of billions of stars, among BILLIONS of galaxies. It doesn’t know or give a shit that we crawled out of the slime with a million other electro-chemical reaction during a twinkle of star light. The planet belched! We just happened to be at a point in our own time when we could make note and communicate it to others like ourselves. Occasionally it will fart, like at Mount St. Helens or Krakatoa or Tambora or Pompey. The resulting effect on us is only notable BY us. It is completely undetectable in our universe.

This prospective is not gloomy or sad in any way. Rather it causes me to look at my kids and grand kids and my garbage man and my banker and my friends and my Pixies family and know….. NOW is all there is and WE is all we got man!

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