Trompe-l'œil

My current definition ; elements above the viewer are rendered as if viewed from true vanishing point perspective. This is intentionally left to be interpreted by my intrepid readers who haven't themselves gone depressed over my postings. There you go, artistic license.

One* can say you should always look on the bright side of life. I am not in a bad situation, not somewhere in kabul, working a mine-shaft, or fishing for crabs. But hey, its all relative and life sucks for this very second. Maturity is a factitious word, along with all its associations of stability and turning the other cheek. No one is all-together 100% of the time.

So now, I shall wallow in self pity and eat a lot of very nice truffles provided by a good friend-beau-solicitor in London. Also, an explanation at my own mental gymnastics to pull an emotional trompe-l'œil. I can bloody see the end, it doesn't seem far away, but vanishing point is just another starting line to another bloody vanishing point. Ergo, this will go on forever.

The Galaxy Song

Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown,
And things seem hard or tough,
And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft,
And you feel that you've had quite eno-o-o-o-o-ough...

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the Milky Way.

Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point
We go 'round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.

The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.