Eric Yost wrote:
. . . .The world is so large, so unimaginably complex, so completely out of personal control. I don't even understand my apartment building, let alone a scale where cities are reduced to computer chips with moss growing around them.
Politics has no role in such a scale. Imagination has no role in such a scale. Sympathy cannot penetrate an order of existence where one could cup a small city in a hand pressed against a window. Power is a drunken dream. All thoughts are humbling and the only judgment is awe.
Or Calvin's response:
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