pity this busy monster, manunkind - e e cummings

e e cummings' fabulous poem...

[@nuthineatholl6434]

*pity this busy monster, manunkind* pity this busy monster, manunkind, not. Progress is a comfortable disease: your victim (death and life safely beyond) plays with the bigness of his littleness --- electrons deify one razorblade into a mountainrange; lenses extend unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish returns on its unself. A world of made is not a world of born --- pity poor flesh and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this fine specimen of hypermagical ultraomnipotence. We doctors know a hopeless case if --- listen: there's a hell of a good universe next door; let's go E. E. Cummings ------------------------------------------------------ Word up.

[@Paperinikish]

Playdead's Inside had me here

[@JairajSinghPatil]

same here