Andrew MacLaren-Scott's Blog, page 49
August 9, 2016
August 7, 2016
August 6, 2016
Another visitor
This one eats the bird seed, and it lets my lady stroke its nose
August 5, 2016
August 3, 2016
August 2, 2016
An intruder...
...walked in through an open back door and shamelessly settled down on the bed of what used to be, and on occasion still is, our daughter's room. I think insouciance may best describe her attitude when detected.
Through a window near Settle
in the last coffee shop of the summer days before the old routine returns
A man with his mother - a mystery
One day, or more probably one evening, in 1986, I rather casually and surprisingly easily made this man, with the assistance of this lady, his mother, and I find that all rather amazing. I know the biochemistry, the biology, even the physics that was involved, but still, or perhaps even partly because of what I know, I still find it all amazing; and mysterious - all very mysterious, despite the aspects that are understood. Which thought reminds me that I don't actually know what I am, or what anybody is, really - these strange consciousnesses that are somehow created by brains. These minds. What are they? We don't know. But made by chemistry, maybe, somehow; or maybe just facilitated by the chemistry - that much at least seems sure - but with an origin that may be much more mysterious than what mere chemistry can ever show? Who knows? Nobody knows, not even the man I made who is now more clever, and much more sensible, than me, strangely.
