All Things Are Impermanent.
What the hell is going on?
Cost of living going up.
Aches and pains.
As if that's not bad enough:
We jumped from Ben Laden shot in the eye to Weiner’s wiener.
Where is the sanity – is there any left – or was there ever any.
Does any of this fucking matter?
I started out this blog asking: Is the hokey pokey really what it’s all about.
My Kentucky great grandmother was a Presbyterian and believed in predestination - everything that happened was god’s plan: a real head-in-the-sand way of looking at things; but at least she wouldn’t have to question the lunacy of existence: she saw war, politics and social conditions as god’s will; deaths, famine, hardships as god’s test.
I can’t buy it: the world is happenstance – Chaos theory rules.
Our universe came into existence in its present incarnation some 15 billion years ago by some chance explosion we explain as the Big Bang Theory.
Our universe is composed of some hundreds of billion galaxies one of which is our Milky Way, which contains some 400 billion stars, one of which is our sun. Here on earth we have matter, life and laws of nature that may be totally different from other universes.
String theory proposes multiple parallel universes: the same universe presented in different space times and perhaps forms.
Einstein’s theory of Special Relativity (and like evolution it is not a theory but substantially proven) built on the constancy of the speed of light proves time is a variable and not a constant – predicting the ability to time travel forward (but not backwards) in time.
Einstein's theory (again proven) of General relativity deals with the ability of a mass's gravity to bend light resulting in a curvature of space time. This theory allows us to accurately predict the navigation results of space shots and allowed us to develop accurate Global Positioning Systems to within a few feet.
So there we are: one of a billion billion solar systems in galaxies where time and space bend and are variable, with a probability of multiple parallel universes – and on a random planet containing an animal life form that believes itself intelligent, immortal and the reason for all existence; and is obsessed with Anthony Weiner’s wiener.
Is the hokey pokey really what it’s all about?
It has to be.