(relatively) Back in the swing

Space is nothing. No Thing. Add one thing, and there’s

1) Thing and 2) Not Thing.

But add a second thing, and suddenly there’s distance. Distance: Space between things.

Thing ( . . . space . . . ) Other thing.

This space is now a measure. A standard. But it’s still no thing. If after generations of forgetting that the space between is nothing, take away the things- and see what’s left.

Ok, if you’re still with me, let’s add in time. Time is nothing but empty space between events. If nothing happens, there is no time. Add one event, there’s still no time. There’s

1) Event 2) Non-event.

But with two events, there’s a waiting space (time) between them. A new measure.

Event ( . . . time . . . ) Other event.

It doesn’t really exist. Never has, never will (on it’s own).

But it will be a measure. Compared with other distances between other events. For as long as events happen. Yet, it’s no thing, it’s not real. It doesn’t ‘march on.’ It doesn’t, because it is… not.

And if you’ve forgotten that, just stop all events. Meditate.

Things eventually disappear from awareness. Space, time can’t help but follow.

Yep, I’m back for now. Time being relative, I wasn’t gone long.

Or I was gone forever. It’s all the same.

So I’m reading some books on relativity theory. Helps me wind up/unwind on the train ride to/from work. It’s been awhile since I’ve peered through the windows of these theories, and I’m amazed how easily I’m picking up again. Even understanding some aspects in more detail.

Until I try to explain it, that is, to someone else. Trouble arrives when my understanding leaves my mouth guided by my knowledge, my life experience, my long list of books and movies surveyed, my years of letting universal thinking (about the fundamental underlying wholistic interconnectedness of all things) stew inside my mind-space.

And even though it doesn’t come out as planned, doesn’t unfold the same way it lies within me, I know bits and pieces are getting through as needed. After some stewing in a different mind-space, their mind-space, those bits and pieces flavor broth of a new curiosity. Hm. Somehow my metaphors are running rampant.

I must need a dish with deeper sides to bake this thought.

RLM

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