Monday, January 11, 2016

I Could Never Get the Hang of Thursdays

When I was a young buck and (far too) full of myself, I found an ideal way to put a pin in the balloon of my own ego was to stare up into a clear night sky filled with stars.

I never got distracted trying to calculate the distance their light had travelled to reach me or the time such a journey took; not because I didn't appreciate the math needed for such calculations but because I was so self-absorbed that lesson was lost on me.

Rather, I tried to place myself in the universe. I think (hope?) to some extent we all do that. For me, life is perhaps best defined as figuring out where I belong in a world where everyone else, consciously and unconsciously, is trying to do the same thing.

I think our efforts just became far more difficult but also way more wondrous.
This is the work of Pablo Carlos Budassi and you can read and marvel at his creation, perhaps or because he is a musician and not a mathematician here. Helps me remember my favorite quote from Douglas Adams' The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, 'time is an illusion; lunchtime doubly so.' Guten Appetit.
-bill kenny  

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