When you have a rock
Sloth and Manatee are microscopic, the size of their Tardigrade friends - Sloth has been pulling things out of a (magic?) sleeve, but what comes out doesn’t always make a lot of sense. The Tardigrades, however, don’t seem to mind:
This week in Nonexistent Tarot: Ocean Sun
This one came up some time ago but I just got it drawn.
It makes me think of the Police song, Invisible Sun or the Velvet Underground song, Who Loves the Sun. This one is about energy and how it converts and travels from one place and one thing to another.
It is also about how elements of all things can be found in one another, and propel one another in various directions. The sailboat and the leaf both float on water that contains the Sun. They seem to have different purposes and existences, but is that really true? In many ways they are the same.
Everything is made of the same elements, but that our culture really wants us not to think that way. Our culture wants us to think of things that are separate, and can be compared, and have value put on them, and have lines drawn around them and price tags stuck on. This is what makes the “economy” go. But that can’t be the only model. Many things are true, at the same time. Life is not binary.
Looking at one thing, you can see just about anything else. Looking at a rock you can see the origins of the planet. Looking at a puddle you can see the water cycle. Looking at a tree you can see that it’s not exactly the same tree you saw last year, it’s a whole new batch of leaves and bark, it’s like - the history of a tree. A recording of tree-ness.
What does this make you think about? What kinds of things connect together in your mind? Where does your energy come from?
Speaking of something out of anything, Space Boat:

Hey I heard we can put videos into these newsletters now so let’s give that a try:
Rock on.
I’m laying out the first of eight(!) books of Brainwaves cartoons… I think I’ll create an art piece to go with each of them as well. Here are some early and very juvenile ones:
May you sit in the sun, may you make something out of anything, won’t you be my neighbor? -Betsy