TIME HAS NOT BEEN WAITING AROUND

when a cosmos commences it is a bound system whose rules of behaviour are being created simultaneously. there is no prior plan, no blueprint. the plan develops as the cosmos develops, influenced by local stimuli, so every cosmos could be different. and just as matter and energy are basic elements of our cosmos time is also a fundamental element. 

when all gradients in our universe have been resolved there will be no more energy remaining to cause further movement and when all activity ceases time also ceases. whether this will be because space has shrunk to nothing or thinned to zero density or in any other perhaps inconceivable way, time will cease. 

time has not been waiting around for something to happen. there is no time until something happens. time is created only and simultaneously as activity is created and it ceases when activity ceases. 

the cosmos is essentially a form of biology. 

INSIGHT

this life-long enquiry that has excited me and sustained me has led to some useful conclusions that can be credited to a basic combination of influences — darwinian evolution followed by the development of precise observations in molecular genetics has unlocked the fundamental principles of not just the origin of life and how life self-assembles but how everything in the universe, including the universe(s) itself, self-assembles. 

though we have invented zero, a profound limitation in human conceptual thought makes it difficult for us to imagine nothing. avoiding and ignoring this limitation has been the single most important obstruction in the advancement of our understanding of everything and realizing this has opened what could become a flood of reliable and useful information about concepts like space/time and how to live successfully on a finite little orb in the midst of an incalculably large and energetic event.

A LIFE

there is a certain constancy to my life, from this morning reading in my cabin, a newly minted old man, stretching back to some of my earliest and most persistent memories as a very young child — I have always wanted to know what is real, what is not just my own musings or the disorganized musings of others, but what is actually out there, hiding in other crania and other galaxies. and somehow, through selfishness and good luck, I have managed to be able to do that.

and that has been so satisfying — perhaps even a good definition of happiness — being able to pursue one's own peculiar obsession. it does surprise me that in the end, given the opportunity, we all seem to be so very much our original selves.