a missive to the beloved jugglers of the benevolent society for the propagation of assorted tomfoolery and other sorts of peculiar and otherwise absurd and baffling nonsense on the vernal equinox MMXXIV:
friends far and wide, it is truly a joyous day here in the northern hemisphere, for it is the spring equinox! We have been delivered by the tides of time through another winter and have emerged on the shores of another spring season. While I am certain that, by late June, we will crave the refreshing chill of a gentle September breeze again as we always do, for now I am content to celebrate the waxing of our days and the prospect of more minutes lingering languidly in the luscious sunlight.
earlier this equinox, about an hour after solar noon, I had the great pleasure of attending a lecture on the practical absurdity of unicycles and quantum computers given by our very own grand pooba, Victor. While I admit the finer points of qubits and mechanics may have been lost on me, I could not think of a more fitting presentation for today of all days. On this day of balance and cycles and discovery and anticipation, I was struck anew by the beauty and inherently baffling nature of a vehicle that makes its progress by perpetually falling.
after all, knowing what we know about impending solar storms and climate change and the inevitable heat death of the universe, we might wonder why we even mount the unicycle in the first place; why do we toss the juggling balls, knowing that they will eventually hit the ground? We know the fate that will befall us all — I mean, not even presidents are immortal. But, by staring down our own mortality and choosing to reap and sow and toss the balls again and again in these perpetual cycles, we engage in the most practical absurdity of all: surviving and, dare I say, thriving, despite and because of It All.
Perhaps I will see many of you this evening as we observe the celestial fabric that cradles this absurd, death defying planet as it proceeds in its never-ending journey around the sun. But until we meet again, cast a wide, anticipatory eye into the foggy expanse of time before you with the defiant faith that space and time cannot rend what they have wrought. everything is to come.
your loving and democratically* elected president,
georgia marie
“You are here to know yourselves, You are here to play as children, You are here to see what your world might become, You are here to love your land, You are here to learn about life, and to take those lessons to the other side. I would hope for you to change that place, but you are here right now, and where you go from here and what you do with what you’ve learned is up to you” – The Impractical Cogitator