conversation with birds
From a random article: “The female bird is recovering from an injured wing and other injuries sustained when the couple slammed beak-first into a hard snowbank in what her rescuers believe was an aerial courting ritual gone awry. The male eagle died in the impact, which left the birds buried upside down at least two feet in the snow in the town of Valdez.”
-I guess birds and humans aren’t so different after all.
Hume once wrote of the irrationality and the rationality of our inner seer. The reliance on predictability, in his famous analogy of the fact that the sun has risen every day of our lives and so we undoubtedly expect it to rise again tomorrow. In essence, we have an unwavering prediction of the future. Of course, he didn’t know the science of it which changes the analogy but fuck it.
But I wonder if Hume was stumped by our unwavering prediction that life should be fair. No matter how many countless instances where life has proclaimed, not subtly, but insistently, almost proudly, that it is indeed not fair nor was it designed to be fair. Yet, even the most pessimistic person is still itched by a hint of surprise, a feeling of betrayal, and an ire of injustice every time life takes its stance. To Hume, it would be like waking up every morning and expecting, remotely or acutely, that the sun will not rise, despite the fact that it has risen every day for the past twenty-seven years, the past fifty-years, even the past ten-years of our lives. It is as though we wake up and a part of us sees the shining sun and thinks what the fuck is wrong with this universe. That shit is not supposed to happen.
