After a difficult time and conversation yesterday, my lovely friend in a lathe beginning with H whose brilliant blog will be linked to if they want wisely and correctly decided that the instantiation of happiness would be engendered by the posting of pictures of small mammals like this:
I seem to be mildly prosopagnostic - I don't recognise people by their faces as much as most other people appear to. This has once again got weaker recently. Another common phenomenon which people have in general, and which I do share, although to a lesser extent than many, is to see faces where there are none, such as here:
One way in which this seems to influence my perception of the Universe is that I don't think Cynthia has a face. If I look at this:
What I do see in Cynthia very clearly though is what a lot of other people see, which is a small, cute fluffy animal, namely this:
My response to stressful situations, where I go for relief, is not small furry mammals. I worry too much about their exploitation and how enmeshed they are in the current mass extinction. That's my rationalisation. Instead, I "look up", and see things like this (I'm going to post five because I love them so much):
To be perfectly honest, and this makes me feel a bit pathetic, the only one of these I've actually looked at directly in reality is the last, but that's mainly because my eyesight's so bad I can't see the others even through a telescope.
It's possible to see patterns in these too, such as these eyelike ones:
I personally find this last one amazingly like an eye.
To me, these heavenly images are more appealing and stress-relieving than bunnies because unlike bunnies they don't appear to be vulnerable to suffering and death at the hands of humans. Instead, they seem to be vast, beautiful and indifferent, and dwarf my worries and the petty little things we do as a species like wipe the species out in a nuclear holocaust. That eye above me, which is not part of a face I recognise, is going to look down indifferently as the mushroom clouds blossom and we all die in horrible agony, and I find that very comforting. Unfortunately the animals depicted in the earlier pictures won't be indifferent to their fates and that is not at all comforting.
Just one more thing. We look up at those nebulae and see a crab, eyes, a horse's head, a rosette and so on,picking usually living thngs on our own planet subconsciously. What happens when an alien looks at them? When we look at the hourglass nebula, we see an eye at the centre of an hourglass. What if someone on a spaceship orbiting the planet Bellerophon looks at that and sees the face of its mother? We could be looking at the spitting images of aliens and we'd never know.