I was thinking about matter and energy, and what they are exactly. I was thinking about how they are different and similar. I was also thinking about how two things cannot occupy the same place at the same time. The following are my conclusions.
I have always struggled with exactly what energy is. People throw the word around like confetti, pulling it out of a bag anytime they need a handy word to fill in a space. But do they really know what it is? Does anyone? Electricians talk about negative and positive particles and how they repel and attract. Doctors talk about energy levels in patients with hypoglycemia. Einstein said something about an object in motion wants to stay in motion, but I forget exactly how that goes.
We all know that matter has different forms, like solid, liquid and gas. I believe that energy, too, has solid, liquid and gas. But here is the thing. All of this matter that we see around us is actually energy in its solid form! I don't know what energy looks like when it is liquid or gaseous. Maybe that gets into the realm of telepathy or time travel.
What if you have different lifetimes that are all happening now, and what if every time you woke up, you were in a different lifetime? Have you ever thought about that? And then of course there is that whole create and destroy thing going on. One of the breakthroughs I made in quantum physics is that in truth, nothing is ever really destroyed. Things only change shape.
So, you can apply all of the properties of matter to energy. If you can crack the rule about two things not being able to occupy the same place at the same time, you can travel in time. All you have to do is move energy up into its liquid state, and BAM. You can be anywhere, anytime, and travel at will. Whoever thought up that rule was playing a cruel trick. Just think, for a moment, about all of the adverse effects you get from that. Ever stub your toe? It hurt, didn't it?
If we could dissect that rule, if we could crack the code, it wouldn't hurt anymore. Had we cracked the code nine years ago, those planes would have flown right through those towers, and people would have gone on with their business. That plane would have flown through the Pentagon and back up to altitude. That plane would have flown through the ground in Pennsylvania and back up into the clouds.
But we haven't evolved enough yet to crack the code, and we're still stubbing our toes and crashing. The next time I wake up, it may be in a life where none of those things hurt anymore. I will come back and tell you how the code was cracked, and we'll all have fun walking through walls. After that, we need to figure out how to eradicate country and western music.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Stairway to Heaven...Phyllis
Unless I learn to play Stairway to Heaven on my guitar in the next few months, my biggest accomplishment this year was learning to solve the Rubics Cube. I didn’t actually figure it out myself. I looked up the solution on the internet and printed it out- all seven pages. It took about a week to make sense out of it and to actually be able to do it. It took another while to memorize it. Once I did, I was ready to go public. I was as happy and self-satisfied as a Republican with a new gun.
Not everyone shared the immense admiration I had for myself, though. No one at work was very impressed.
Me: Jenny, I can solve this cube. Wanna see?
Jenny: Go away.
Me: Mark, I bet you don’t think I can solve this.
Mark: I’m busy. Go to hell.
Me: Cindy, wanna see how fast I can solve this Rubic’s Cube?
Cindy: Phyllis, if you come within ten feet of my desk again, I’m going to H.R.
Me: Ok. Well, do you want to see it from back here, then?
Cindy: Go fuck yourself!
I got better response at home from Sue, but the admiration diminished with each demonstration. First time, “Wow! That’s fantastic!” (Very satisfying). Second time, “Wow.” Third time, “Uh huh.” If I go for a forth, she might take out a restraining order on me.
I’ve been wanting to learn Stairway to Heaven for a long time and that’s a skill that won't be so annoying. With the solution to the Rubic’s Cube nestled safely in my noodle, I can give my full attention to this. So, yes. This will be my next project.
And next year, maybe I’ll learn to juggle.
Not everyone shared the immense admiration I had for myself, though. No one at work was very impressed.
Me: Jenny, I can solve this cube. Wanna see?
Jenny: Go away.
Me: Mark, I bet you don’t think I can solve this.
Mark: I’m busy. Go to hell.
Me: Cindy, wanna see how fast I can solve this Rubic’s Cube?
Cindy: Phyllis, if you come within ten feet of my desk again, I’m going to H.R.
Me: Ok. Well, do you want to see it from back here, then?
Cindy: Go fuck yourself!
I got better response at home from Sue, but the admiration diminished with each demonstration. First time, “Wow! That’s fantastic!” (Very satisfying). Second time, “Wow.” Third time, “Uh huh.” If I go for a forth, she might take out a restraining order on me.
I’ve been wanting to learn Stairway to Heaven for a long time and that’s a skill that won't be so annoying. With the solution to the Rubic’s Cube nestled safely in my noodle, I can give my full attention to this. So, yes. This will be my next project.
And next year, maybe I’ll learn to juggle.
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