the anthropic principle
Sep. 29th, 2007 09:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
egypturnashWhat a strange thing to wake up to.
I was lying there in bed with half my face buried in the pillow. With my left eye open, I cold see all the pale little specks of dust and fuzz against the dark blue pillowcase.
One of them had a face. My face. Tiny, the size of a grain of rice, but sharp and clear. It was still there when I looked with my other eye, too. Right there in the two or three inch distance my uncorrected eyes focus on ultra-sharply. I've seen faces in chance details but never ones this clear, and never my own.
It almost seemed to be moving. Maybe talking. But I can't lipread worth a damn and it wasn't quite that detailed anyway.
I was lying there in bed with half my face buried in the pillow. With my left eye open, I cold see all the pale little specks of dust and fuzz against the dark blue pillowcase.
One of them had a face. My face. Tiny, the size of a grain of rice, but sharp and clear. It was still there when I looked with my other eye, too. Right there in the two or three inch distance my uncorrected eyes focus on ultra-sharply. I've seen faces in chance details but never ones this clear, and never my own.
It almost seemed to be moving. Maybe talking. But I can't lipread worth a damn and it wasn't quite that detailed anyway.