Thursday, March 17, 2016
IT ALL GOES BACK TO THE HOKEY POKEY.
I started this blog asking the question, ‘Is the hokey pokey really what it is all about?’
The one thing I have discovered in my seventy-plus years is, as expressed in the Life of Brian, the meaning of life is - there is no meaning of life.
Many physicists have defined the human race as an accidental anomaly occurring on a small planet rotating around an unimpressive star in a galaxy of billions of stars, in a universe of billions of galaxies.
And then there is my 4 a.m. thinking from a physics background:
Our solar system looks amazingly similar to our conception of an atom; in which case we would be occupying an electron that we call earth rotating around a nucleus we call the sun.
Now our atom (solar system) is one of billions of atoms rotating a nucleus (black hole) forming a molecule we call the galaxy.
That molecule is one of billions of molecules that make up a pustule on the ass of a half drunk female in leathers sitting on a bar stool in a biker bar in another dimension, comparing her tats with the bartender.
We, the human race of Earth, might call her God.
Now she in turn is sitting on an electron making up an atom that is part of a molecule …
And it’s turtles all the way down.
These thoughts keep me awake early in the morning.