A Penguins Point of View


Sitting in the stalls of some concert hall, watching as this insignificant looking chap moves his bow across the strings of a violin and hearing the notes, haunting, powerful, and almost without mercy, draw the emotions out of a hundred dusty souls : caught in the beauty of that rare phenomenon, expression without agenda, I am transported to another sense of life.

Drunk  with the music’s beauty, and the talent of the man who played it, I leave the concert hall filled with wonder at the power of someone to both create and express a sense of the sublime and leave it haunting my imagination long after the sound has faded from my ears. It is one of the wonders of existence. I think on this as I look at the large ugly and unsentimental hole dug in the side of some mountain where experts in a field of geology have detected oil, copper or some value added mineral. .

I watch a series on television where  four or five strangers meet each other over a dinner for four or five consecutive days and pass some time together. During the course of it they reveal their thoughts about the others to the camera . I am always struck by the way some people are shielded from the full knowledge of how they are perceived by thinking other people like them a lot more than they do.  As this individual drones on at some length about the role of the ball bearing and   its importance in the development of the can opener,  they believe the other guests are fascinated by their erudition, powers of expression and general worldliness when in fact they are longing for him either to pass the beer or re discover the beauty of silence. We all know the fellow.

The point of all this is, as I watched another programme about our tenure on this planet, I began to wonder how divine mankind really was, given his influence and impact on the world around him. Move over Penguins, we need a new car park here . Were we, like Mr Ball-Bearing, so lost in the image of our brilliance,  that we couldn’t see our real natures and overestimated our importance in the nature of things.  Meanwhile all the other species, as they gathered round some watering hole, or flew in steady progress high above us in the trees could agree, if nothing else, on one thing, That that weird and horrifying creature  who moves among them and keeps burying the grazing under an inedible shell and waging war against their own kind, is the worst thing they have come across, and then some.

In short I wondered as I watched the story of how we wreaked havoc on ourselves and the planet , if it was possibly that the Dolphin, a creature more gentle and less destructive than ourselves,  was divine and the object of God’s love and that we , like Mr Ball-Bearing, allow our arrogance to assume that we are the object of his imagination when, in fact, he created the  garden of Eden principally for the Dolphin.  The Dolphin, understandably, is too polite to correct us on this matter.

Possibly, at the dawn of creation God toyed with the idea of granting more than one species the privilege of divine understanding but, drained of patience by our conduct, withdrew that privilege  from mankind. Perhaps in those haunting notes played so beautifully in the hall, or the movement of a paint laden brush across a canvass some timeless memory of our lost nature can stir an awareness of what we were and transport us, for a few and treasured moments, into a sense of what life might have been.

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About Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Trying to remember what my future is
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15 Responses to A Penguins Point of View

  1. Oh, I couldn’t agree more! With your usual wit and insight, you have brought some of my most recent pondering about mankind’s short-sightedness and devastation on our natural environment, despite our capacity to create intense beauty, into a new perspective. A 5-star post, bravo!

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  2. What a beautiful and thought provoking post you have given us here. I think you’ve stuck on something really important here…. art, in whatever form it comes, and nature, have the power, if we are open to it, to transport us to somewhere beautiful and serves to remind us that we have the power to cherish or destroy this in our environment. Great post – go straight to the top of the class 😉

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    • Lady E says:

      Oooh, Jacqueline said it better than me. What a great post! And I entirely share your sentiment. Isn’t it funny how we humans are both capable of such brilliance and destruction? Fascinates me.
      On a personal level, I try to be more and more mindful of the impact my actions may have on the environment, and hopefully, little by little, I’ll live more responsibly.
      Take care x

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  3. nelle says:

    Well said. Our insatiable need to rip the planet apart seems unstoppable, but… if one looks at the workings of nature, counter-forces come into play after it crosses a some unknown trip point. I suspect such lies in our future as well, some natural smack back to get things in line. If only we’d find responsibility on our own.

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  4. Dawne Webber says:

    Beautifully written. But I don’t think God withdrew our privilege. I think we did that (and continue to do that) to ourselves. And God watches with a patient sigh, trying to break in wherever he’s welcome.

    And I think so many of us have lost the desire to search for that “sense of what life really is” that you mention because it’s so much easier to get into the mindless drivel. You don’t have to work to recapture what was lost if you’re not aware of it in the first place.

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  5. babs50nfab says:

    So well said Peter, as usual. It is frightening not only that we continue to ruin the planet but that we never seem to learn from our mistakes. Sad state of affairs for sure.
    b

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  6. You lead us very gently to a compelling issue to ponder. I believe that there are sentient beings far more compassionate and intelligent than humans are–more evolved in ways we resist acknowledging and respecting. These creatures of the sky, earth, and sea have tolerated our abuses of their habitats far too long.

    But I also believe that some of us humans are slowly recognizing the errors or our ways and trying to make amends. Whether it’s too late, only time will tell.

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  7. Thank you for your visit to my blog and comment on my last post! And especially for directing me here…this post is written with such poetry and intelligence, stirring the imagination and the conscience. The last paragraph especially gave me goosebumps…reflecting on whether through creativity, mankind can reclaim (at least in memory) the divinity that has been lost it.

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  8. Oh wow….One of your best pieces for sure. I’m going to have to allow this one to percolate quietly while I get my thoughts together 🙂

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  9. Writerlious says:

    What a beautiful, stirring post. It does seem to be those “flashes” in our lives, of something more, something amazing–divine (like a haunting violin note, hanging in the air), that reveal we know so little, and that there is so much more than what we can see. Something greater must definitely be at work.

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  10. ~~~OooMygosh, Ducky,
    I think I’m in love with you and your devine wisdom.
    Gorgeous, stunning post. Xx

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  11. aawwa says:

    Beautifully put 🙂
    Lorraine

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  12. eof737 says:

    I can believe that comment about God’s reluctance to give us all that we deserve due to our greed and careless ways… I do hope it somehow continues to improves. 🙂

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  13. Al says:

    Surely you’re not talking about me, ducks.

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    • I’m not talking about myself either Al. By an amazing coincidence both my friends and those I connect with on the web seem to be excluded from the failings which afflict so many others. Isn’t that lucky

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