Infinity has a strange effect on statistics. No matter how unlikely something is, given infinite chances to happen, it will happen. Nothing is infinite though right?
Lets for a moment consider the universe to be infinite. We don't know it isn't.
That means, that since the beginning of the universe, in a world identical to this one, a person exactly like me has written this same blog at least once before. And in fact, someone identical to you read this same blog once before.
At another time in another place, there must have been a world like this one with just one thing different. Perhaps your identical twin on that planet has two extra freckles on their neck. Or perhaps "two minute noodles" were actually branded "3 minute noodles". (as they should be in this world)
In fact, there must have been an occasion, where two worlds exactly the same developed within traveling distance of each other. The inhabitants from one world must have landed on the other and a planet and discovered their twin counterparts. That must have been awkward. Anyone ever checked on the other side of the sun for a planet just like earth orbiting in the same path? And if they found anything... would they tell us or keep it a secret?
28 May 2010
23 May 2010
Something we all forget
Did you ever feel like reality was slipping past you while you were stuck in your own little world? Like the fabric of time was some vast sheet of silky cloth being dragged over the top of you? You can feel the silky brush of it against your cheek, but you just cant grip it between your fingers.
It commonly manifests in such feelings as... oh no, I'm behind with my homework again... or... exams are soon and I don't have enough time to study properly... Or maybe you took a look at your life and asked yourself why its not as good as you feel it should be. I think everyone does this sometimes.
I was driving in the car on Thursday and I re-discovered something rather life changing. Sometimes it can be difficult to remember it when things are tough. It's something that we all used to know. Something we really understood as children.
You don't. Doesn't that sound good? I want you to do something with me. For the rest of the time that you are reading this, smile. Its easy, just like this:
Smile when you do the dishes. Smile when you are stuck in traffic. Smile when you are angry and when you are sad. If life is going to be so difficult, then it is trying to take itself too seriously. Smile at it until you feel stupid about feeling bad. You don't even have to think about anything special. It doesn't take any effort at all.
And even if you changed nothing about your life while smiling at this paragraph, you proabably feel a bit better.
It commonly manifests in such feelings as... oh no, I'm behind with my homework again... or... exams are soon and I don't have enough time to study properly... Or maybe you took a look at your life and asked yourself why its not as good as you feel it should be. I think everyone does this sometimes.
I was driving in the car on Thursday and I re-discovered something rather life changing. Sometimes it can be difficult to remember it when things are tough. It's something that we all used to know. Something we really understood as children.
You do not need a reason to be happy.
You don't. Doesn't that sound good? I want you to do something with me. For the rest of the time that you are reading this, smile. Its easy, just like this:
And even if you changed nothing about your life while smiling at this paragraph, you proabably feel a bit better.
:)
12 May 2010
Like Rain
The sun fell like rain through the trees, softly dribbling over her smooth skin to the grass. It gathered in rippling puddles below the golden leaves in the breeze. The gentle sound of a thousand papery voices called from the branches above.
He lay on his side and looked at her with a mysterious smile. He watched closely as her cheeks and brows made a puzzled smile... that beautiful smile.
"What?" She asked laughing playfully.
He continued smiling at her.
"What?" she asked again laughing. Her smile filled her whole face as she leaned forward to push him on the shoulder. "Tell me!"
He stared up at the broad branches of the tree.
"Oh... nothing." He took a deep breath. "I just had one of those moments," he laughed as he rolled over to her
"The kind that you never forget"
He lay on his side and looked at her with a mysterious smile. He watched closely as her cheeks and brows made a puzzled smile... that beautiful smile.
"What?" She asked laughing playfully.
He continued smiling at her.
"What?" she asked again laughing. Her smile filled her whole face as she leaned forward to push him on the shoulder. "Tell me!"
He stared up at the broad branches of the tree.
"Oh... nothing." He took a deep breath. "I just had one of those moments," he laughed as he rolled over to her
"The kind that you never forget"
08 May 2010
To sail over the edge of the world.
At this point, the ship was moving so fast that even the gulls could not keep up. The sails flutter violently behind the mast and in the distance the coastline slips away as if the gigantic blue expanse of the sky was squashing it into the sea.
the reader feels uneasy and grips the railing with both hands.
With a sharp lurch as if hitting a large wave on the flat water, the ship separates from the water.
Peering over the edge into the clear green water, rapidly falling away, the reader can see the hull-sails. Encrusted with barnacles and resembling large whale fins, they unfold into full span. Like gigantic wings they spread out to catch the rising currents of magic over the sea.
As the lazy green waves become ripples, the islands in the distance reappear in the misty blue distance, then again fall back over the horizon. The clouds turn from cotton wool to cold wet smoke then back again. The green ocean below fades to blue and the blue above fades to black.
The stars! They shine as the reader has not seen them before. As a blind man with newly restored vision, the reader stares in wonder.
this is where we have traveled, so far from our home. To sails over the edge of the world.
The darkness is vast and empty and harsh and cold and the reader can feel its expanse. Had to be here to realize it. The journey was not to see this nothingness...
As the ship sails ever higher, the reader turns to look at the blue globe below. "We needed to come all the way out here to see what we could not see beneath our own feet. Our home. All of us. Our home."
the reader feels uneasy and grips the railing with both hands.
With a sharp lurch as if hitting a large wave on the flat water, the ship separates from the water.
Peering over the edge into the clear green water, rapidly falling away, the reader can see the hull-sails. Encrusted with barnacles and resembling large whale fins, they unfold into full span. Like gigantic wings they spread out to catch the rising currents of magic over the sea.
As the lazy green waves become ripples, the islands in the distance reappear in the misty blue distance, then again fall back over the horizon. The clouds turn from cotton wool to cold wet smoke then back again. The green ocean below fades to blue and the blue above fades to black.
The stars! They shine as the reader has not seen them before. As a blind man with newly restored vision, the reader stares in wonder.
this is where we have traveled, so far from our home. To sails over the edge of the world.
The darkness is vast and empty and harsh and cold and the reader can feel its expanse. Had to be here to realize it. The journey was not to see this nothingness...
As the ship sails ever higher, the reader turns to look at the blue globe below. "We needed to come all the way out here to see what we could not see beneath our own feet. Our home. All of us. Our home."
next post will be a comprehensive 10 step guide to fabricating spelling and grammar mistakes into practical building materials reliable enough to construct household furniture.
01 May 2010
Paint the world a shade of red
Paint the world a shade of red
The color that from veins is bled
And make the air a violent heat
So hot it makes the seas retreat
And scream a scream that shakes the ground
A thunderous and mournful sound
And beat your fists against the walls
Until the rising fury falls
The color that from veins is bled
And make the air a violent heat
So hot it makes the seas retreat
And scream a scream that shakes the ground
A thunderous and mournful sound
And beat your fists against the walls
Until the rising fury falls
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