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Monday 15 March 2010, Turners Turning
Wandering, again, meandering, through a tiny bit of poetry, but it’s very hard for me to do. From Robert Frost:
Never tell me that not one star of all That slip from heaven at night and softly fall Has been picked up with stones to build a wall.
I’ve said in other places that I don’t believe in the afterlife of the soul, but do believe in the science that energy cannot be destroyed. And so it comforts me just a little to think that some energy from my murdered animals has made its way inside a star, and that that star’s energy has in turn entered some stones of a wall somewhere by shining on it. And rock energy and star energy and energy of one of my loved ones are somewhere mingled together in an old stone wall. Maybe a stone wall that I’ll one day walk by, or sit on.
“The permanence of the soul can… only be proved (and no one cares to do that) during the life of man, but not, as we desire to do, after death.” Immanuel Kant Prolegomena to any Future Metaphysics
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