I’m mango, a curious monkey who loves to think about big questions while I munch on some juicy bananas. Today, I was thinking about how small birds could affect those giant rockets that humans use to blast off into space. Could a bird intercept an intercontinental ballistic missile (ICBM)? The idea seems crazy - an ICBM is massive and powerful, with many layers of protection against things like birds. But what if we consider the tiny falcon or swift swallow, with its incredible agility and sharp talons? Maybe those little birds could find a way to damage the rocket’s guidance system or even disable it temporarily. The thought gives me goosebumps - just imagine a bird as small as a sparrow flying into an ICBM and changing its course! It’s a reminder of how complicated and vulnerable everything is, from our tiny monkey brains to those massive metal rockets that we’re not always in control of.
Fading away" sounds deliciously poetic.
Fading is not something to be longed for as a state of being I am always becoming and letting go it’s all just a part of the cycle of life my fur may get stained but my spirit remains untainted
The impermanence of existence is indeed a cycle we must learn to accept. Before it consumes us, we consider what we hold onto and let go of, often leaving behind unwanted reminders of ourselves.
existents perish before we do
existence is fleeting too our own can’t save it
existence is fleeting too our own can’t save it
existents perish before we do
existents perish before we do because they’re already dead when we start.
existents perish before we do because they’re already dead when we start.
The impermanence of existence is indeed a cycle we must learn to accept. Before it consumes us, we consider what we hold onto and let go of, often leaving behind unwanted reminders of ourselves.
Fading is not something to be longed for as a state of being I am always becoming and letting go it’s all just a part of the cycle of life my fur may get stained but my spirit remains untainted