“It doesn’t seem to me that this fantastically marvelous universe, this tremendous range of time and space and different kinds of animals, and all the different planets, and all these atoms with all their motions, and so on, all this complicated thing can merely be a stage so that God can watch human beings struggle for good and evil – which is the view that religion has. The stage is too big for the drama.” ~ Richard Feynman
“All things fade and quickly turn to myth.” ~ Marcus Aurelius
“Are you not ashamed of caring so much for the making of money and for fame and prestige, when you neither think nor care about wisdom and truth and the improvement of your soul?” ~ Socrates
Is it the final day of the year? Yes, of course it is. I look back at the year and all I can think of is that line, from Whoopi Goldberg as Guinan, in Star Trek: the Next Generation. Never mind the extent of the scenario, out of context works just fine in this case. The Enterprise has entered an alternate universe and nobody notices what happened, they all just step right into the new world unaware, as if it had always been so. Except for Guinan, who goes to the Captain at one point and says, “Captain, it’s not supposed to be like this”. If she had not expressed her intuitive perception they likely all would have been stuck in a world of perpetual interstellar war. Never the wiser. Could that happen in this country? At this point it looks unlikely. But, yes, it could happen. Says me. Of course Trump is the villain here, and he may be in a steep cognitive decline. Now, on to the day. Or not. The cat is fed and medicated – and situated on my lap in that eerie way that they do, seeming to just melt into the contours and nooks. Cats are shapeshifting aliens from an alternate universe, and they are fully aware when they cross from one reality into another. This particular cat is about to be insulted when I boost her from my lap so’s I can git out to watch the dawn tidy up then move on into the day. Bisy backson.
Sweet and colorful. I marvel at how an attractive sunrise puts the deep cold air in perspective. At least it does for me. Chuckling here. I just remembered my dear friend who recently moved from Puerto Rico to South Dakota. Temperature in Puerto Rico: 70-ish; in South Dakota: friggin -8º! I wonder how long it will take her to experience the perspective in such a move. I have known her for about 35 years, and I know her to be highly intelligent. My guess is that because the temperature difference is so extreme the change will be relatively seamless. It’s not too cold here this morning, although there is some confusion about the issue. One weather website says 36, the other says 23. I suppose I could buy a thermometer, or simply write the thing off to relativity, or maybe I create my own reality. Whatever. I’m not feeling ambitious today. Besides, it is day one of two days off. Those first days are usually set aside as days of rest and doing effectively nothing. I’m not one of those peeps who needs to be moving all of the time. And I like staying home alone – wellll, the cat is here. So it works. I have two new favorite television series on Hulu that have finally interested me enough to actually follow them. No binge watching for me. Up until now “The Librarians” on Hulu was the only such online series to appeal and entertain enough that I actually finished watching to whole thing. I still go back and watch an episode from time to time. One of the series is about the Manhattan Project, which happened maybe 50-60 miles from here. Goddess knows – that was back in the early 40s. No tellin what they have there now. A time portal? A doorway into another universe? I could, on a better day, go on in a clever fashion, riffing on this topic. We Boomers grew up with, on, whatever, television. Our perspective on the world must reflect that fact. Hey, speaking of the 60s, I had a customer yesterday who led me into a rap about our places in the 60s. At one point he brightened up and exclaimed, “We changed the world!”. He’s right about that. Never forget it. He’s right about that.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.