January 11th, 2021


“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.”
Carl Sagan, Cosmos

Summoning the gods

Am I am a polytheist?

I don't think so. Probably more in the Panentheistic school of thought, but it's very unlikely I'll ever nail my colours to any religious mast.

Instead, my true religion is not knowing. You know, where I'm apt to invite the question, "What is there?", but to come up short simply because, whilst the question is easy as hell to frame, I don't have the ability to answer it, nor the desire. In fact, I'm quite happy — delirious at times — swimming in my ocean of uncertainty.

Then again, not to negate what I've just said, and particularly on my early morning walks, listening as I'm am right now to the wonderful Martín Prechtel, I've got this overwhelming sense that the gods of nature, the winds, air and river are watching over me. 

Isn't that strange?

But, actually, it runs deeper still.

For a while now, I've been obsessed with ancestry; and that's why I keep opining on whether my generation, who've got the whorl of the Anthropocene all over their tawdry activity, will see us as ancestors worth claiming? I don't think so; but I also ask myself what did my putative ancestors leave me? Little if any wisdom but then again, I've not spent much time getting under the skin of this amazing county of Devon. I mean according to the font of all slightly iffy knowledge:

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A friend of mine just shared this on Twitter.

I'll leave it at that — for now.

— Ju

My tweets

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