I remember in my younger days (redundant, because as I forget sometimes I'm still fucking young!) to be fascinated with theoretical physics and even to this day it is one of my favorite subjects. Coast to Coast has just been superb lately. The other night Michio Kaku was on, and tonight Brian Greene of all people is on promoting his new book 'Hidden Reality'. Two of my favorite physicists this week back to back! I can only think back to when I was a super nerd [maybe I still am;)] learning all the terminology and theories for fun. Consuming my day reading countless articles on the newest findings in all realms, growing realms it should be emphasized, my days were pretty busy to say the least. Oh man! How excited I would have been to be able to listen to them in this context then. Yet as I lay here I cannot help but to doze off; or not doze off, but to become bored; or not bored but..... I don't know. Whats the word I'm looking for? Well I wouldn't have a problem falling asleep now and missing the conversation; that is I wouldn't be missing a thing. I guess its because George Noory has been asking him questions that are being so materially(?) answered. Or maybe its because questions are answered very open ended, or with questions themselves. Not to mention that when asked about God or meaning, the answers are that along the lines of, 'they [God, meaning] are not needed to fulfill the mathematical equations for modeling the universe', 'mathematics can take the place of experience', or, what brought about this writing, that if a particle can exist in one universe while simultaneously in another it may tickle your brain (that is to say not particularly significant) but if you think about it all your thoughts, everything you've ever imagined, every word and sentence you've ever uttered are just the movement of particles through a given space; that just boggles the mind.' I couldn't help but to think that this was only considerable if it is preconceived that the mind is a material thing and /or our very selves. An Idea I have come to rise above. I have come to realize I am not my mind, not a physical material thing, so In my view all this is beside the point; meaning is the very essence of life/ the universe, plain to see, and not something to be searched for or questioned. As I write this I cant believe my interest in science has totally changed. I'm looking at my library at the foot of my bed: I can distinguish clearly Greene's 'The Elegant Universe' and his 'The Fabric of the Cosmos' from the rest, and I can remember being unable to put them down. Maybe its time to re-read those along with his new work and rekindle my romance?;) And of course, because of my crazy ass nature of thinking, as I express my new loss of interest or, better, fascination with science I start to ponder Quantum Entanglement, the Heisenberg Principle of Observation, or even the Einstein-Rosen Bridge, I know curiosity is still there; it is a very hard thing for a human being to let go of;). To me a parallel universe or a multiverse aren't just notions inter weaved into the fabric of it all [at a grand scale] but have part in what is [in immediate space]. Every choice branches of to a different tangent of experience. What a fractal picture that paints, right? Magnificent. And as Brian Greene says, '..the equations I have worked on in my personal life, on paper it would have taken hundreds of years to solve..' I am more understanding of a scientific minds blind eye to meaning, because what does this way of thinking do to time and its inhabitants at a given portion? It makes them meaningless, or filler towards a grander understanding years and years a far. Always looking for the truth when 'the real is always as it is'. I am reminded of the very humble notion that drove Einstein's quests, that the underlying, unifying theory of the universe was so simple. What a mind of Einstein! ♥ And something so simple can take hundreds of years to figure can it not?;) Which is to say that there are things so simple that they are hard to understand with a mind that obstructs and does not take experience as it is, for what it is. Māyā at work Vedantic thought would say.
(page from 'The Glorious Presence')
