stars made of right index fingers

today i was romancing about alternate universes and how they are theoretically probable...and how these alternate universes may be a hoot if they were only slightly modified from the ones we live in today...like instead of humans being clueless as to the true state of being another human may be existing in, they could be granted with some sort of OBVIOUS and ON-PURPOSE indication...like if in place of our hearts was this slightly hazy projection of an image that would precisely reflect the emotional or mental state we were in...for example if i was angry because i accidentally put rosemary instead of cumin seeds into this dish and it came out all tastefully challenged, in my heart, there would be a little projection of a yorkshire terrier getting kicked in the throat. yah it's kind of over the top but its sincere, unprovoked by intention, and way way more susceptible to empathy because well...we could SEE the metaphor and see that, oh, he feels like a terrier getting kicked in the throat, poor guy.

another alternate universe slightly different from this one would be if we all turned dramatic shades of the infinite crayon box that of course visually articulated our emotions. our instincts would be largely affected by this occurrence. we would all eat shit at poker, fall more into genuine love, and be more understanding of others. a certain and obvious shade of green would be envy, blue of course sorrow, red would be anger and so forth. but what if we were seized by constant fear like richard pryor was and we became transparent? also, i wonder what color ambivalence would represent?

one more alternate universe would be this microcosm that bugs live in...what if instead of the bugs it was us as humans living on the scale that bugs lived in...i looked at the backyard for a while and pictured myself within this fucking jungle of a lawn...and thought holy shit these blades of grass are enormous!!! this flower....is fucking.....huge!!!! domesticated animals???!!! more like godzillas that could squish us forever!!! FORTUNATELY this is not so and fortunately the film "Fantastic Planet'" was invented. I believe this film aptly dictates this universe. The soundtrack also punches through cement.

La Planete Sauvage (Fantastic Planet) 1973
Director: Rene Laloux