Rain…a poem
raindrops
hit
against
the
windows
beautiful
music
to
by
ears
on
this
dark
and
dreary
day
because
it’s
not
the
silence
of
snow
falling
raindrops
hit
against
the
windows
beautiful
music
to
by
ears
on
this
dark
and
dreary
day
because
it’s
not
the
silence
of
snow
falling
Eduardo Kobra, 2017 Eduardo Kobra’s mural of Muddy Waters at 17 N. State Street (Washington and State). One of the Wabash Art Corridor’s Big Walls Project.
This is all very confusing, especially when we consider that even though we may consistently consider ourselves to be the outside observer when we look at the rest of the world, the rest of the world is at the same time observing us, and that often we agree on what we see in each other. Does this then mean that my observations become real only when I observe an observer observing something as it happens? This is a horrible viewpoint. Do you seriously entertain the idea that without the observer there is no reality? Which observer? Any observer? Is a fly an observer? Is a star an observer? Was there no reality in the universe before 109 B.C. when life began? Or are you the observer? Then there is no reality to the world after you are dead? I know a number of otherwise respectable physicists who have bought life insurance.
Written
on December 31, 2018