Saturday December 21st 2013 Tim
12:11 is a few moments away, and some of
us are grateful. My own thought is to match wits with the idea of
infinity and understand it as nothing much more than a word. Put
it in the perspective of other words. Think of it as a meaning,
devised by a device called my brain. Try to understand this device
as a limited thing that spins to the mood of what I will call a chemical
factory. Backward in time I will go to my friends the blue green
algae, because they too spin to mood, collapse sometimes into spores,
sleep on endlessly until mood reawakens them to joy.
And yeah! I am released from the strictures of Calvin's
Commentaries, where joy is an apparent perfection for the
thing that is me when all mood is gone, there is no spin.
And here, I must report to the great unknown that I met a
man who gave up physics to find better purpose in
imagination. Which is a somewhere out there, far
beyond reality, unrestrained by words or mathematics, it
lies just this side of insanity. And sometimes that
impossible place is magnificent to ponder, but cruel to
travel through as I can attest.