The Earth Turned to Bring Us Closer by Eugenio Montejo translated by Peter Boyle The earth turned to bring us closer, it spun on itself and within us, and finally joined us together in this dream as written in the Symposium. Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices; time passed in minutes and millennia. An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh arrived in Nebraska. A rooster was singing some distance from the world, in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers. The earth was spinning with its music carrying us on board; it didn't stop turning a single moment as if so much love, so much that's miraculous was only an adagio written long ago in the Symposium's score.
I love it.
It goes something like this — Taps on a keyboard translate from symbol to symbol to symbol to electrical pulse. Charge flows down pathways, silicon submits to current, wires carry mindless waves, logic-less systems command arbitrary patterns, more silicon blindly follows more rules carved into pathways until I see:
It’s a rather normal progression as I follow my curiosities across the internet. Today it meant something more.