February 28, 2010
As I understand it, in Quantum Mechanics, the smallest particles are merely probabilities that cannot be observed without changing them. They function as a wave and as soon as you observe them, the wave function collapses and your observation settles on one probability that you determine is reality. All of those other infinite probabilities get lost in other alternate universes.
The change isn’t outside you. The change is in you.
August 31, 2008
It is the second day of the 3-day Labor Day weekend. It seems like not 5 minutes or so ago I was opening the fridge and saying to myself: “Wow, I’ve got 3 days off.” But that was yesterday. And this is today.
We do our grocery shopping on Fridays. But this past week we replenished our supplies on Thursday so that we could maximize the time for the long weekend. But come Tuesday, it will have gone by too fast. And even though the next work week will only be 4 days long, it will seem longer.
You might think that I set this all up in my head so it is a self-fulfilling prophecy. Really? Remember how long days lasted when you were a child? How long it took to grow up? And once you did, how fast it has all passed to where you are now?
I’ve heard it said that the mind reflects each day in relation to your total experience. As you age, each day, each hour, each minute becomes a smaller and smaller portion of your total experience. Thus, time seems to go faster as you get older.
Watch the clock, and the hands barely move. Take your eye off it, and they spin like roulette wheels. And if you are having fun? It is practically over before it started.
I’m a few months shy of 40. It seems like I just turned 30. But somewhere long ago, the days stretched out like warm taffy, the grasshoppers trilled under the fat summer sun, and the air was saturated with the heady odor of dry grass and dusty earth. I rode my bike through my childhood with little thought to the passage of my youth and felt secure in the thought that things would always be as they were. That friendships and family would last forever. That 40 years old was as much of an understandable concept as a trillion dollars or a billion suns.
Oh, look. It’s 11am. And this is already the end of another blog posting. Once in a lifetime.
