Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Immortality and Mayflies

I am recording this only to state a point which not only nettles me, but instigates a curiosity of its impression upon my fellow human beings. I find that more often than not my brain is surprisingly taxed with the knowledge that, as far as I or any living being is aware of, one has but a single lifetime to animate their inspirations and influences. A considerable volume of time that would be best spent sleeping is increasingly becoming exhausted by the contemplation of just this fact, and I daresay every morning I wake up a trifle madder than I had been the previous day. My mortality finds this thoroughly hilarious and spends a great deal of time informing my ambition just how much. The acquisition of lifetimes, like smell-collecting, can be very difficult and best left to Biblical notables though not necessarily people with very large noses, unless they occupy antediluvian earth. Though this does not necessarily impede my thoughts on the subject, and I am afraid it will only strengthen their reserve because they can sometimes be tenacious even when asked not to be. Furthermore, I have just learned that the Dolania americana mayfly exhausts it’s lifespan in a matter of minutes. This bit of knowledge makes me feel very unusual and a bit ashamed for complaining. In any event, I should like several additional lifetimes, or the ability to execute compositional feats at alarming speeds. I hope this is not unreasonable.


  1. supposing you worked out a deal with a cat, you may gain a life or two... ;)

  2. Oh I couldn't agree with you more Sir Larson! What a shame it is indeed. I find myself tormented by this very same dilemma throughout the hours I should be slumbering. I shall second your motion for additional lifetimes.

    “We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose.” ~ Baudelaire

  3. who cares if it's unreasonable! really. it's unfair that we should even have to ask for more. in a response to the deep anxiety this dilemma causes me, never mind the hour of day or night, i have resorted to a study of quantum physics, which promises some small, glimmering hope on the subject.
    mostly, it seems a healthy refusal of reason, order, and firm identity are necessary. from there, the task becomes more delicate, and an unnatural amount of concentration is required. i will get back to you.

  4. I am intrigued with these prospective experiments, Zoe - do indeed, keep me in the loop of discovery -