Chronicles of a time traveler.
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THE SUNLIGHT GLISTENED off dozens of rope webs which descended from branches, above. They crisscrossed in the breeze, making it inevitable that some would eventually blow into my face and hair, as I walked.
At about that time, tiny fruit fly-like bugs began landing on my skin.
Hm…
Which came first — the fly, or the web..?
WHILE SITTING ON the front step, granting Murphy dog some outdoor time to watch neighbors come and go as the afternoon turned to evening, an insect appeared before my face and then receded into the gray of the sky. After losing contact, probably forever, I sensed it was still out there somewhere, living in bug-time.
It is this way with humans, also, where time may be shared for an interval, until contact is broken as each moves along a different path.
And it is also like remote objects in space, that have unique time references beyond the reach of others, except from a distance and only for a while.
I’m puzzled.
Sometime during grade school, I forget which teacher, but one of them liked to emphasize the point that each of us is actually three separate individuals at once.
We are:
…what we are.
…what we think we are.
…what others think we are.
Maybe “were” is a more accurate term. We are who we “were“, etc.
If we can be three people at once, what were we before that..?
Hm…
What is are..?
As the bellicose butterfly in Alice In Wonderland asks: “Who are you..?”
If you’re interested, please let me suggest Charles Murray’s, “Human Diversity: The Biology of Gender, Race, and Class.” He brings together all the latest advances in understanding of how patterns of human behavior are linked to genetics, as seen from DNA-sequencing studies.
HAVING GROWN TO BELIEVE that confession is good for the soul, I’m faced with the desire to acknowledge a wrong that was committed by me, tonight.
Please bear witness.
While walking my large dog, Murphy, in the late evening, we passed a heavy density of parked cars, marking a gathering of some kind, at a neighbor’s house.
If I had known what was coming, I would have guided Murphy away from the cars, but wasn’t thinking. Then, it was too late — a heavy flow of wet business was deposited on the grass between the sidewalk and the curb, precisely where, whoever the passenger of this vehicle was going to be, will surly need to step.
As it was, I left without trying to clean it up.
It was dark. The business would not only be difficult to find, but difficult to retrieve, being slimy and all. Nobody saw it happen. So I let it pass. It’s done, all but the screaming.
I confess it, and am feeling better.
Thank you.
What is this dirt that covers my hands when I am working in the garden..?
Oh, dirt, wonderful are ye: the decaying remains of all that has blossomed and died over countless generations throughout the depths of time, with spirits rising and being crushed, again and again, apparently at rest, but unsettled, waiting, wanting.
What grows from dirt depends on the past, and probability, and on want, too. Past, Probability, and Want — the holy trinity. But what is “want”..? Is it a particle, or a force field..? Is it good, or evil..?
How many pounds of dirt will yield an ounce of “want”..?
Fame and fortune will befall the industrious soul who discovers the answer, to be sure.
I’ve come to believe that people can’t help who they are.
It can’t be changed, which is ultimately why bullets were invented.
Let me know if you want to start a militia.
Or maybe a comic strip about a guy starting a militia.
I might be ready to help (smile).
WHEN WE ACCEPT that something was done by design, we can then begin to discern aspects about the designer.
Take a car bomb, for example, designed to detonate as the trunk lid is shut. A car left in someone’s driveway with its trunk lid open would be noticed by anyone, but not everyone would similarly be drawn to close it. The bomb, therefore, targets some more than others.
If a pattern of such bombings were to actually occur, not just some but all would soon be avoiding cars with open trunks; while also seeking to learn the identity and motivations of the designer.
. . .
If we can discern anything of the designer of life, it might be that our personal wants really don’t matter, in the short run, so long as we remain alive to struggle for as long as we can, until overtaken by a fair (we hope) death. What one doesn’t know may hurt one, but it won’t matter a tad from a design perspective because others in this and subsequent generations will be available to fill, to overflowing, whatever vacancies are opened.
The grand abundance of life on earth contrasts sharply with the total absence of life found anywhere outside of earth; as if we were intended to be isolated.
Were we to find other cultures in distant lands, and open channels of dialog and commerce with them, it would be like a Mediterranean in the sky, with knowledge and skills flourishing as they were exchanged back and forth. The expansion of understanding would be far too much to be safely allowed, one can be sure; so we are kept in isolation for everyone’s best interests, it seems.
Just a thought
The “rule of parsimony” is only a guide, not a requirement; yet it states that the simplest explanation of an event or observation is the preferred explanation.
From this, we may derive that life is not a spurt, beginning with birth and ending with death. Such an explanation is unnecessarily complex, as explained later.
Rather, life is more likely perpetual, in that it precedes birth and outlasts death. Birth and death are events that likely only affect the physical vehicle upon which a life is being carried for a time.
From a probabilistic point of view, it is remotely unlikely for life to be transitory. Such thinking imagines that time has progressed from earliest antiquity up to the present age, through several billions of years in time, until the present moment has been reached. While the probability that the “play head” would be positioned over any given moment is minuscule, yet, since it must be positioned somewhere, any location is as equally likely as any other, including the current moment.
But consider, in addition to the statistically small probability that time’s play head would find itself at the current moment and not someplace in the past or future, the notion that one’s own life occurs only once in all of that time, of which this occurrence just happens to be during the unlikely moment where the “play head” conveniently happens to be, is well beyond the rule of parsimony, given the simpler explanation of a continuous life that spans all of time.
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Carlos Rovelli is a quantum physicist who writes for the general public, and suggests that gravity and time conform to quantum principles, just as sub-atomic particles do, where nature allows specific states of existence, without an infinite continuum of possible states between them. He calls this, the end of infinity because nature is finite (though exceedingly complex).
In “The Order of Time,” Carlos Rovelli offers these thoughts: “Time emerges from a world without time;” and “Time is ignorance.”
He doesn’t say what life is, but the terms cold be interchangeable: Life emerges from a world without life. Life is ignorance.
Hm…
THE CARCASS of a carp is rotting on the sand — a repulsive and gory thing to see, let alone draw close to. Yet this morbid stain is, to hosts of insects, worms, and birds, a beautiful treasure..!
Is there a natural law directing that not only there be a conservation of matter and energy; and of entropy within an enclosed system; but also a conservation of life within an enclosed system; where even the process of cremation cannot arrest it, as the resultant gasses thrown off are readily absorbed into the leaves and roots of plants, propagating new life..?
A female dragonfly is the most beautiful creature in the world to a male dragonfly
If you’re a male dragonfly, you know what you’re looking for..!
Perspective is what means everything. Not looks. Perspective makes the world go around..!
What if something surprising happens, for a change.
Like, discovery of the “want” particle.
If the “want” particle exists, in theory at least, then the “pain” particle probably also exists.
If scientists figured out how to detect the “pain” particle, the next step would be to build a “pain” telescope to search the cosmos for sources of pain, which is where life would be found, because life does not exist without pain, according to ancient Buddhists.
Life is a dream, so let’s get dreaming (smile)..!
Thwarticus 