Life is a temporary stop in our journey through the heavens. We will have time to visit without feeling rushed. We will sing or dance or do all the things we imagined we could do.
Time is a variable. Each plant and each animal has its own time line. My space is located within the space allocated to humans.
I am a transient passing through worlds parallel, overlapping, and superimposed but to me there is only one lifetime I can live. I tried to explain all that to Albert but he was having trouble understanding all of the concepts. Finally I said, “Albert, time is relative.”
We took a train trip and I explained the difference between riding in the train and watching the train go by. It took a while but gradually he began to understand. I think he might be able to explain several theories if he pays attention but he is still fuzzy about the speed of light and how light can be bent and go even faster. I’ll explain it again next week. I’d hate for him to give up when he’s this close. On the other hand, he could learn to be a poet and become famous. No one ever gets famous learning obscure mathematical theories. And maybe Albert could be a politician. No one ever knows what they’re talking about. (or cares)
June 21, 2017