In a piece written (“A Slip of the Keyboard: Collected Non-fiction”) for someone who “wanted about 400-500 words ‘on fantasy'”, the wise humorist and writer of fantasy novels, Terry Pratchett begins with these lines:
“You want fantasy? Here’s one…There’s this species that lives on a planet a few miles above molten rock and a few miles below a vacuum that’d suck the air right out of them. They live in a brief geological period between ice ages, when giant asteroids have temporarily stopped smacking into the surface. As far as they can tell, there’s nowhere else in the universe where they could stay alive for ten seconds.
And what do they call their fragile little slice of space and time? They call it real life.”
If we truly comprehend that life (for each of us, and our species) rests on eggshells, the following lines from poets Elizabeth Alexander and W H Auden give us something to ponder over in our relationships with each other — with family, friends, indeed every person, animal, plant, rock, star and planet….
“is not all love, love, love….”(“Ars Poetica #100: I Believe”published in Elizabeth’s collection titled “American Sublime”)
“If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.”(“The More Loving One” from W H Auden’s collection titled “Homage to Clio”)