And they all think they're standing still...
but I know that each and every object, the
29 inch Sanyo television, the
Epson stylus photo 830U, the
CD case inexplicably marked:
38374653gd, the
one remaining Christmas card with a Santa surprised at work-
I know they're all whizzing round the world at
a speed that is somewhat akin to that of a recently-
discovered comet which may or may not hit the Earth;
I know that they're all under the delusion
that they're stationery, that the only moving object here is
me.
But when I walk to the kitchen, a walk that's roughly Eastward,
I am perhaps going faster than they are, or maybe
slower, depending on which direction the earth is spinning.
My calculation is that Eastward is the way we sail, but
I'm open to correction, since I'm also under the
impression that the Southern hemisphere is actually in the North,
though to argue such a rearrangement would set the world aflame.
I'm easily misinformed, however; a stand-up comic's joke can fool me,
a salesman at a party can sell me nonsense, a
grandmother can spout ancient wisdom and I will
rest happy in my new found knowledge.
So when I've put the jug on, and come back to the lounge,
the jug races ahead of the rest of us;
though facing forwards, I'm walking
backwards, gaining time I lost on my Eastern trip.
Or so I think. But not being prone to
contemplation, it's possible the
29 inch Sanyo television with Dynamic Platinum Flat Screen, the
Epson stylus 830U that prints photo quality reproductions, the
CD case marked 38374653gd as a code to identify its user, the
one left-over Christmas card with a Santa shuffling two wrapped presents
from side
to side in an indeliberate manner
all have it over me in the analytical stakes,
and that while they sit they have the
time to discern whether the sun rises in the kitchen,
whether the world rolls like a cricket ball for a never-to-be-found
boundary,
whether the North denies the South's rightful place,
and whether silent objects, the stuff of still life paintings,
have the least ability to think upon their place in the world. |