Thursday, March 14, 2013

To see a World in a Grain of Sand



Weeks ago, I posted this geological photo here (a slide from a rock sample taken from 4 miles below the earth's surface), something that I thought was striking (and ideally wanted blown up to 6 feet and hung above my couch). Today, the last day of the temp job where I saw this picture, I mentioned to the professor whose report I had been working on just how beautiful I thought some of her slides, including this one, were. I was genuinely interested, and she lit up with more info. This particular image, before being blown up, is--get this!--THE SIZE OF A GRAIN OF SAND!!!! ALL of this! [NOTE to self: Don't you ever, EVER, act like you're bored and/or deprived again. If you're feeling bored or deprived, it's because you haven't looked closely enough around you. There are literally a trillion x a trillion things out there to be discovered and amazed by.]

When I gushed to her that, "You should frame these things and sell them, they're so ...neat looking! And the composition..." she laughed... and then e-mailed me as an attachment a copy of this picture too large to open on my computer, but large enough when I figure out where to take it that I can, indeed, have that 6-foot image above my couch!! To top it off, she quoted William Blake to me--saying how geologists love it (she just quoted the first line, but below is the whole, from his "Auguries of Innocence"):

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.

A Robin Redbreast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage.
A dove house fill’d with doves and pigeons
Shudders Hell thro’ all its regions.
A Dog starv’d at his Master’s Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State.
A Horse misus’d upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fiber from the Brain does tear.

He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar.
The Beggar’s Dog and Widow’s Cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The Gnat that sings his Summer song
Poison gets from Slander’s tongue.
The poison of the Snake and Newt
Is the sweat of Envy’s Foot.

A truth that’s told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for Joy and Woe;
And when this we rightly know
Thro’ the World we safely go.

Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight.
Some are Born to sweet delight,
Some are Born to Endless Night.

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