quantum living
I live on this small planet with other people 7.080.360.000, this is the story of some of them. On average, say 2250 words per day to 7.4 other people. We send over 300 billion emails, 19 billion text messages in addition to this giant mosaic of patterns and proportions. The diagrams, mathematical models, are hidden in plain sight, you just know where to look, but only some of us see how the pieces fit together. It is all predetermined by mathematical probabilities, my job is to connect those numbers to those destined to meet, those whose destinies are touching.
Jake in the series "Touch"
I have been thinking a lot this weekend about how are lives intertwine and about how our stories weave around, move around and twist around upon themselves in a series of invisible ways so our lives intersect. I don't know what the mystery of all this life-writing occurs---does it occur by unseen "coincidental" splashes and crashes unplanned and all random like? or is there a Mystery of sorts--a great mathematician who carefully calculates a series of events to get us where to the right place at the right moment when we need to be there. I'm not sure I reside in either court these days---too many rich experiences have occurred in my life to believe that everything is just happenstance---unexpected moments that crash together in time with human beings that make meaning---nor do I believe that the Great Mathematician has a big ole calculator and graph paper all set up to coordinate a series of chess like events among a group of so call people full of free will. \Perhaps the math comes in the form of the possibilities that beckon us forward as
some of us move in linear lines
getting us from point A to point B
focused and planned and takes an act of
great "happenstance" or "possibility" to awaken us
from our glazed over dream of getting to the end.
Others of us--wander around---crashing into this,
diving into that \
in a series of twists and moves that when graphed
creates swirls and twirls and beautiful patterns that appear to have no rhyme or reason.
Somehow
Someway
we humans
moving in our patterns,
driven by probability and risk
move around
mix around
bump into each other
touch each other
lives mixing and turning and sometimes churning.
thinking we are on our own plan
in the midst of our own kind of ordinary
and
some type of unseen catalyst
moves among us
with a invisible thread of love
and
touches us
connects us
brings us humans together in a universe so big we are but a pinprick
and
it happens
we are transformed
through and because
....
Change
Hope
Love
Wonder
LIFE
.....
and
as Jake would say
quantum correlation
unites us in an equation so complicated
none of us quite get it
but in tiny slices so small we forget it as soon as we get it.
Tiny circles, invisible connections crossing throughout the universe
Life.
Have a happy day....
Blessings to all of you,
the radical rambler
7 billion people on a small planet, suspended in the vastness of space and we are alone. The meaning of all this is the great mystery of our fragile existence. Perhaps the fact of being alone in the universe unites us, makes us depend on each other for small things, creating a quantum correlation between you and me, between us. And if this is true, then we live in a world where anything is possible. (Jake)
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posted by pleemiller @ 5:32 AM
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