Just when you think you've heard it all...

...someone like Burt Rutan proves you wrong.

http://www.af.mil/news/story.asp?id=123099095

A pulse-detonation engined aircraft?

What Is

The stars shine not for joy,
The flames burn not for love.

The sun is not here for day,
Nor the moon for silver laughter.

Nor the heart beat for needs of the spirit.

Yet what are the stars without light,
The flames without warmth,

What is the sun if the colors are not resplendent by day
Or the moon to light the paths at night,

Or the heart, devoid of its fruits
Of all of these and so much more.

Time Flies

So there I was, watching Herzog's "Cave of Lost Dreams" whilst translated lines from Ovid ("O genus humanum, quod mortem nimium timuit"-Oh human kind, that fears death excessively). Herzog's camera enters a chamber containing a portrait of a long-extinct cave bear: so old, a sparkling patina of calcium covers it ("Omnia mutantur, omnia fluunt, nihil ad veram mortem venit."-All things change, all flows away, nothing comes to true death.)

A stray thought comes to mind-suppose the hands that chiseled that bear still lingers, charged to new purpose. Suppose the writer of these verses is even now, translating himself into a new age ("Vita est flumen; tempora nostra fugiunt et nova sunt semper. Nostra corpora semper mutantur; id quod fuimus aut sumus, non cras erimus."-Life flows; our times fly off and are always new. Our bodies always change; that which we were, we will not be tomorrow.).

February 22, 2012

Today is Ash Wednesday, Anno Domini 2012....

Today is George Washington's 180th birthday....

Today is the Republican Presidential debate in Arizona....

Today, my mother got excused from jury duty....

And, more than midway in the course of my life, I resume blogging.

I hope that many fellow voyagers join me along the way.