Wednesday, May 4, 2011

everything there is to be known.

i will never tire of receiving "snail mail"
from my floridafox pen pal Chelsei of  landing in the stars.
check her out!!!! 

deer tat.

her headpiece is brilliant. 

word o the day: pisaster 
a type of pacific sea star. 

im a sucker for russian shell dolls. 

straight up Rapunzel fox. 


clear oceans
knight cat
the hipster kids

 “Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.”
-winnie the pooh.



  1. I respectfully object to Winnie the Pooh's analysis. One can learn a great many things from his observation, however extrapolation of this system is limited. Upon simple inspection of the flowing river one can deduce that "You can never step in the same river twice". An astute observer might also conclude "You can never step in the same river once". A great deal of wisdom may even yield some practical (though likely incomplete) notion of impermanence: perhaps a partial understanding of what's meant by "going", but this knowledge constitutes a miniscule (however useful) cross section of the breadth of the knowledge that exists and can be made. Even an accurate observation of everything that is (in a universe that is speculated to be finite and boundless), like a thorough understanding of the fundamental laws of nature, will likely lead to a finite number of useful extrapolations. We must then consider notions that arise from observations made about things that are not real: hypothetical constructs like simple Euclidean spaces. I suspect these are unlimited, and we can derive a fair amount of useful approximations for our own world from them. I conclude that yes, the flowing river is a pragmatic and inviting source of conjecture about the world, but it is anything but complete.

  2. Anonymous,

    Thank you for your insightful and eloquent comments. I formulated a response that I do not care to type out. Shall we discuss it over meat pies?

    Sincerely Yours,
    Lavois [of the foxes]