Gardening, All Day and All Night
September 09, 2003
I'll probably change my mind about this by tomorrow and this is but one performance of a piece much played, but so it goes and may as well put it down: (L2)
While watching the end of Blade Runner it occurred to me that one of the major problems with being alive is not that it ends so quickly, casting a shadow of mortality; but that, at least for me, given its length, the future always looms large as a space that must be tended. (L3)
The future is a garden for which the seeds are planted now, or yesterday. (L4)
That is a curse. Were the future to drop out of my mind or knowledge of a nigh end drop in, I'd be a different man. (L5)
Sending...
Comments
The anticipation (and planning and anxiety) that is unique to humans is a function of the frontal lobe of the brain. You're asking for a lobotomy, or to be a non-human mammal that knows no cause and effect. You wouldn't be a different man; you wouldn't be a man at all. (L6)