Geometry for Ocelots

by Exurb1a

They extolled the virtues of trees. They extolled the virtues of mud. They praised everything from fire to thunder to photons and no one sang louder than Anaximander himself, glad was he that he had chanced upon a group of men and women with outlooks so close to his regarding fundamental matters.

For every dickhead on Twitter, there are ten thankless, good people in the real world quietly going about their lives, quietly trying to be kind. For all of history’s cruelty, for all the cruelty of the universe and its apathy and its trials, kindness is alive and well. If you haven’t seen it so much recently, well I have. It’s real and it’s abundant and it’s one of the many light corners of the human condition that cannot be killed. (And you will not find it on Twitter. Please stop looking for it on Twitter.)