Adventures in independent publishing
Or let it be that we have data of many dark bodies–still do we incline almost irresistibly to think of one of them as the dark-body-in-chief. Dark bodies, floating, or navigating, in inter-planetary space–and I conceive of one that’s the Prince of Dark Bodies:
Melanicus.
Vast dark thing with the wings of a super-bat, or jet-black super-construction; most likely one of the spores of the Evil One.
To many minds there’s rest and there’s satisfaction in that expression “absolutely identified.” Absoluteness, or the illusion of it–the universal quest. If chemists have identified substances that have fallen in Europe as sand from African deserts, swept up in African whirlwinds, that’s assuasive to all the irritations that occur to those cloistered minds that must repose in the concept of a snug, isolated, little world, free from contact with cosmic wickednesses, safe from stellar guile, undisturbed by inter-planetary prowlings and invasions.
I am a collector of notes upon subjects that have diversity–such as deviations from concetricity in the lunar crater Copernicus, and a sudden appearance of purple Englishmen–staionary meteor-radiants, and a reported growth of hair on the bald head of a mummy–and “Did the girl swallow the octopus?”
But my liveliest interest is not so much in things, as in relations of things. I have spent much time thinking about the alleged pseudo-relations that are called coincidences. What if some of them should not be coincidences?
Damn the particle, but there is salvation for the aggregate. A gust of wind is wild and free, but there are handcuffs on the storm.
During the World War, no course of a single bullet could have been predicted absolutely, but any competent mathematician could have written the equations of the conflict as a whole.
This is the attempt by the theologians of science to admit the Uncertainty Principle, and to cancel it.
I like best the super-wolves that were seen to cross the sun during the earthquake at Palermo.
They howled.
Or the loves of the worlds. The call they feel for one another. They try to move closer and howl when they get there.
The howls of the planets.
I have discovered a new unintelligibility.
