Untitled (Home, Earth 3) by Robert Longo Yesterday, in yoga, the instructor said something to the effect of, "what's going on above the surface of the earth, is the same as what's going on below the surface of earth." And I think he meant it in that sense that yogis refer to a lot and is supposed to be reassuring—we are all connected, grounded and rooted (we were standing in Vrksasana).
I couldn't help but think, yeah, of course that makes sense, but not because I felt so still, instead because there is magma, that layer of molten earth, churning around the core, which is itself 3000 degrees celsius and brimming and bubbling with solid and semi-solid chunks of iron. Reassuring, right? Totally calm and steady and safe.
That's just not the way things seem to be lately on this little planet we call home.
Jupiter, our savior, is a sweet thought but when it comes down to it: "Asteroids pose the greatest danger of all to Earth, however, astronomers say, and here Jupiter’s influence is hardly assuring." When considering the unseemly relationship between Xunantunich and the Haldron Collider, it's realized again: "The vast reaches of cosmic time and space have a way of humbling the puny efforts and resources of mortals who try to figure out the universe." But still, we try: Time-lapse video of the probable past and possible future of the Earth's land masses.
Yes, we're puny but I guess that's all we can do, we try.