Recently, a former professor, and a man I respect tremendously, sent me this passage from the works of Robert Browning:
How good is man’s life, the mere living! How fit to employ
All the heart and the soul and the senses for ever in joy
If life is indeed so full, and it is, then it is also true that through the most infinitesimal wormhole lies the largest empitness imaginable. I have seen both. So did the narrator of Browning’s poem, Saul. Ian McCulloch wisely said “all I really know is that you don’t look down.” And your mother told you not too look into the sun. I said this (in an unrecorded song of mine): “Call them absurd, the lows and highs.” I will post many pictures of the highs and lows here on Subanimal Sounds. Tonight, I offer maybe the most perfect picture of the Low that I have ever heard.