Sometimes I think we’re alone. Sometimes I think we’re not. In either case, the thought is staggering.
R. Buckminster Fuller (1895 – 1983)
Are we alone?
Sometimes I think we’re alone. Sometimes I think we’re not. In either case, the thought is staggering.
R. Buckminster Fuller (1895 – 1983)
Are we alone? Yes, always!
Thank you for the question, Erich. We enjoyed it very much.
It took us back to: 'No man is an island'.
Like a magician's trick, the word, 'alone' is the misdirection.
The word 'we' is where the magic is.
'We' is a skin-word (boundaries), measuring our feeling of connectedness.
We expand,
from skin,
to tribe,
to species,
to sentient life,
to all life,
to matter,
to energy, (both light and dark),
to all; ∞
we contract,
from skin,
to organs,
to cells,
to atoms,
to quanta
to nothing; 0
Resembling breath.
Are we al(l)one? Yes, al(l)ways!
∞