It’s an impressively-controversial thing to do! In the winter, she doesn’t like the snow and “tries” to use the litter box, but she much prefers spending time outside. She has access to the roof, where she contemplates the lyrics to Grateful Dead songs, and she has times of day and areas of the yard, I keep an eye on her, and she comes when I call her.
Last Fall, I had a hunch she was having a great time, so I followed her around with my camera. Watch! She makes friends with a chipmunk I knew we had but could never get more than a glimpse of …maybe the same chipmunk that used to taunt Ziggy my Pit Bull by climbing inside a six-foot PVC pipe – he would go nuts trying to get the little thing!
I had a fisher on my back porch last night. It chased my cat right into the screened-in porch. The cat smartly scooted under the couch but not before hollering for me.
I heard her and came out from my room, and there was a very large “cat,” something odd about it … which had obviously chased her in, causing her to yell to get my attention – While I was immediately concerned for my cat and was looking for her (but she was under the couch), I didn’t really examine this supersized “cat” that was standing there waiting for me to tell it to go away. I went for a quick flashlight grab, returned, and the fisher was sniffing the bottom of the couch. I figured it out immediately and said “Get out of here!” and the animal departed quickly.
In “Everything Theory” we sometimes talk in complicated ways about simple things. Everything Theory is about Nature, though, and as a philosopher, I like to think Nature is not too complicated for us mortal non-scientists to understand. It’s a simple philosophy: Nature wouldn’t work if animals didn’t know what they were supposed to do!
I’m guilty of complicating it, while trying to unravel nature’s messages, in recent posts about “Everything,” one of my most loved topics.
Then I got a cat. Things got simple again!
For example, I used the Titanic to illustrate how time and distance are bound together, like one thing, and there’s nothing we can do about it, even when it’s life or death.
The Titanic is a terrific example, and it’s freezing at the end of the story made for a strong analogy to the inescapable character of time. “If we could manipulate time and distance,” I eloquently wrote, “we would have, and all these statistics would be different.” My treatment of the topic – time and distance – I thought, was a little elaborate, but thorough.
My base position is skeptical, as it should be when looking at claims about the universe! Evidence is not made just because a theory satisfies reason and is not yet disproven or better-proven. I believe time does not exist separately from the movement of objects, and philosophy itself, if applied with gut-wrenching honesty, may be the piece missing from everything theory, but sometimes replaced based on insecurity with distortion, hyperbole and misrepresentation.
It seems obvious everything is always in motion, and there need be no fixed time of reference in the universe (mostly because we are always moving as observers), or, if there were, it would be something along the lines of “God’s time,” where God exists based on death-related speculation, which unavoidably begins to knit spiritual concepts into the realm of the not-understood, including “everything real,” and everything known; spirituality is a natural part of human perspective.
Saying there’s a master time reference point is like saying there’s something in the Universe that doesn’t move. Our experience of time is part of our ecology; we are a subset of the universe.
I also believe if time dilates (changes rate when the observer is moving), more when the speed approaches the speed of light, as a result the entire experience of the observer must change appropriately, including his experience of distance; things might change apparent size but he would still be able to see the smallest of them. He might, at near the speed of light, approach an unimaginable state of omnipresence. At the speed of light, light itself would no longer have “speed,” Continue reading “My Version Of Everything”
I wanted to give you a picture I drew years-ago at RISD of my cat, Boo Boo, who speaks fluent Spanish, but first I thought I should tell you something NOT IMPORTANT at all – so don’t worry about it, okay?