index | archives | notes Wednesday, Nov. 12, 2008 8:12 p.m. << [ No Time to Think of Consequences ] >> The universe, I think, is purple and swelling. And I think I am seeing the universe in the tiny children I hold, the babies with their big eyes and big dreams. Infants are unable to separate themselves from the universe, unable to distinguish that they are not their environment. Is it such a stretch to say, then, that babies are the universe? Maybe. But this is how I am feeling. For now. The universe as a child, unable to tell anything apart. Sticking things in its mouth. Crying. Laughing. What if we were all subject to the whims of an infant-universe? A universe-infant? I am romanticizing now. Rain makes sense. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org