Malicious entanglement

In this The Moon day's mailbox . . . .

Martin Scorsese's latest film “Killers of the Flower Moon” has opened in theatre's across the country. If you haven't yet heard about it, the film is based on David Grann's book by the same title. The book is a nonfiction account of the killing of two dozen or more Osage indians by white greed monsters in Osage County, Oklahoma. The center of the setting of one of the most sinister crimes in American history is a one hour drive from my cottage in TulseyTown.

Speaking of media icons, today is the birth date of Johnny Carson. The late night host of The Tonight Show – for thirty years – was born on this day in 1925 Corning, Iowa.

What is it “to be a person” these days?

Entanglement

. . . No one can explain it.
The strange charm between border collie and sheep,
leaf and wind, the two distant electrons.

. . . On the back of a turtle, at rest on its shell,

a turtle.

Inside that green-painted shell, another, still smaller.

This continues for many turtles,

until finally, too small to see
or to lift up by its curious, preacherly head
a single un-green electron

waits the width of a world for some weightless message
sent into the din of existence for it alone.

. . . Murmur of all that is . . .against all that is not:

You are there. I am here. I remember.

– by Jane Hirshfield, The Beauty. Knopf, 2015