"Each time we write, we violate nature with a small, silent weapon:
We stop, sometimes just for a minute,
to notice, consider or describe,
but the planet spins on undeterred, or maybe, amused.
The universe is uninterested in the time-stopping attempts of humans:
photography, archaeology, the study of history.
It forges ahead, concealing, burying, repeating what it has done before.
Yet this we crave:
to suspend a moment in this cell-splitting, tectonic-shifting,
to feel like we really are here."