Seen on Twitter:
It’s just to say that all the songs and poems and culture in the universe won’t save you from one bloody-eyed savage and a knife.
That bloody-eyed savage determines history.
Mother Nature has always been red of tooth and claw.
My comment:
red-eyed savages
boasting of their dominion
“You may fire at will”
– a senryu by Caliéne Sargas
(Sadly, “commence primary ignition” is eight syllables.)
Today’s little observation on how spending time serenely contemplating the infinite mysteries of the universe tends to provide both songs, poems, and culture, but also the unstoppable ultratechnological superweapons.
Funny, that.