I just love this poem. We reviewed it in my first english class, and I think it has not only an important message, but also it is just a nice poem. Its very illustrative of the nature of the human condition.

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 made
is not a world 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

djno evenee

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