From K., an old friend in Australia, a poignant essay on life and death in the universe:
We are the first in history to know the vast extent of ‘creation.’
First it was castles and kings, four seasons, church on Sunday. Then the book of Job(s)!
The tiny electrons and virus’s spell the end of us, end of evolution as we tinker with DNA.
Yesterday I had left a bucket of water by our leaking rain tank, and overnight a small (2cm) six leg animal had fallen onto the surface of the water, and spread itself to stay on the surface.
Being a nocturnal creature, when the sun came up he/she (unused to light) was literally crucified as the sun rose to the heat of day.
I took the body out of the bucket and lay it on the ground and ants devoured its life fluids. I felt terrible, as I had set the scene, so to speak.
Galaxies, small animals and God, and us, we strut and sway our time on Earth.