I’ve been reading a wonderful book, The Quantum and the Lotus. I began reading it years ago but went through a bit of a fiction spell, and have always intended to come back.
The text is a dialogue between “an astrophysicist who was born a Buddhist” and “a Western scientist who became a Buddhist monk”. This strikes the absolute perfect balance of questioning for me personally, which may be why I kept it literally on the shelf for so long – I thought I needed to be tested, challenged, put through the mill with all of my reading. As this blog isn’t really a book review, I will simply strongly recommend the book to anyone.
I was looking this shot of the dainty red suspended among green and shade, and contemplated the discussion of probability, causality, and anthropic perspective. Is it relatively improbable that the lone berry should have survived among the leaves? Or is it my arrogance to assign some sort of poetic significance to it simply because I happen to have seen it?
I’ve decided to leave the existence of trees and berries alone, and consider myself -as always – lucky to have the image in my possession.
I don’t get many things right the first time/
In fact, I am told that a lot/
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls/
Brought me here.
Image Soundtrack: “The Luckiest” by Ben Folds