I spent the morning and early afternoon with a tyrannosaurus and my family (two grandchildren, my step-daughter and her husband, my husband, and my son). The T.Rex was fearsome, mammoth (adjective not the noun), powerful. Riveting even. Definitely intimidating. Compelling in its size and its disappearance. Do all great, robust, and potent forces evaporate? Is such monumental and overwhelming dominance and coercion ultimately unsustainable? At some level, conscious or not, why does the fascination and the pull of the mystery of its extinction only roil and rankle our growing sense of vulnerability?
The wood-fired pizza afterwards, flavored with amusing jests from a children’s joke book, was the perfect antidote.