Living

Why, if we can have the white painting, can we not have the white page, the white screen, the white sound?

If we all shut up for just a day, what a glorious quiet would descend upon the world. Nothing but the silent contemplation of our individual and collective insignificance in the face of time and nature, and therefore the plain good sense of being decent to each other.

A day to think about how small the Earth is. Butterflies can circumnavigate it in a couple of months. Our exalted species has barely arrived on it before it is in danger of exterminating itself, along with as many other species as it can take down.

One day in which there would be no politicians cynically twisting the language. No celebrities confessing the banality of their sins. No junk mail, no email! No prolix prose wrapping hollow literary conceits. No racket of enterprise nor static of marketplace. No opinions, disseminated or received.