Whole woman tea

Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly the air.
Poetry is the report of a nuance between two moments, when people say, 'Listen!' and 'Did you see it?' 'Did you hear it? What was it?' Carl Sandburg

I would add that poetry is mathematics, physics, chemistry. It is biology and physiology and psychology and sociology and every other -ology of the world. Those are paths I trust to examine how this sea animal who lives on land and first dreams and then finds ways to make possible all sorts of ways to fly the air, all sorts of ways to say listen, did you see, hear, experience this fascinating Mystery.

Robert Krulwich writes a blog about science in easy to understand, layman's language. He wrote earlier this week about the calculated weight of the internet being about the same as a grain of salt. He goes on to say that calculating the weight of all the electrons that carry our experience of listen, of did you hear-read-see, misses the point entirely.

All the sciences and world knowing through the scientific method are both squishy and so reliable, solid and dependable, and telling only part of the story. There's no incantation that will give me electricity if the local grid is down. Without a plane or really good bungee cord my flight will be short and possibly disastrous. But the spirit of exploration which will never open all the doors of the Mystery- ah! that's the essence in the whole world tea cup I wish to drink from.