Nothing's perfect. Nothing's exact.
Having just had a lesson in Chemistry, the realization that nothing is perfect hits me full-force. Rulers aren't straight, and everything is always going to be inexact. Observations are obsolete, because they are contaminated. Measurements are useless, because the instruments themselves are imperfect. Tagging along is the uncontrollable difference in observations, because we are human beings, after all. Everything is chaos.
It feels like my whole world is crashing down on me. Can't you feel the ever-gnawing fear? Like my foundations are built of cottage cheese, and everything is just constantly whirling around, stability lost.
I don't know..it's just so terrifying. Like Lestat must have felt, in his moment of confrontation with death. (The Vampire Lestat, by Anne Rice) It's so hard to accept, having lived in a world where things are so solid and real; but then to contend with these multitudes of flaws...It's rather mind-bending, how long we've survived, surrounded by imperfection.
How can we function in a world where everything could be (and probably is) off by just a little??
Having just had a lesson in Chemistry, the realization that nothing is perfect hits me full-force. Rulers aren't straight, and everything is always going to be inexact. Observations are obsolete, because they are contaminated. Measurements are useless, because the instruments themselves are imperfect. Tagging along is the uncontrollable difference in observations, because we are human beings, after all. Everything is chaos.
It feels like my whole world is crashing down on me. Can't you feel the ever-gnawing fear? Like my foundations are built of cottage cheese, and everything is just constantly whirling around, stability lost.
I don't know..it's just so terrifying. Like Lestat must have felt, in his moment of confrontation with death. (The Vampire Lestat, by Anne Rice) It's so hard to accept, having lived in a world where things are so solid and real; but then to contend with these multitudes of flaws...It's rather mind-bending, how long we've survived, surrounded by imperfection.
How can we function in a world where everything could be (and probably is) off by just a little??