Thoughts on Space and Time and The Infernal Mr. Feynman

Space and Time. The words were invented before we knew what they really meant. In fact, space and time are joined like a two headed calf.

Space time? It is not a term invented by a poet. ( Why no poets in space?) We need another term to capture this elephant with the neck of giraffe and the laugh of a hyena.

The realm of light speed is where nature hikes up her skirts and says go ahead, take a look but you still won’t believe it. Elastic clocks slow down, drooping like Dali’s clocks under the burden of trying to catch the tiger. Thought, heart beats, a child’s first words, everything as in a viscous fluid. The stranger you eventually marry takes much longer to share her secrets.

Racing up the hill towards the speed of light, light itself refuses to slow down! It keeps arriving at the same damn speed! Nature throws up her hands and says, ok fine you win and slows the clocks to balance the celestial books. So nothing seems different as you congeal in place like the happy, ever young fossil you are, tucked away in your lithic layer of drip, drip dripping light time. This is the kind of bedrock-deep weirdness that makes poets and anyone with a sense of humor happy to be alive.

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