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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Krowbar who wrote (19743)	4/4/1998 9:09:00 AM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

Hi Del, That was my point to Alexa. I would say that I don't know the ultimate truth at all...that none of us is able to see it in all its fullness, from all its perspectives, with its many facets. Which is why I seldom argue with people---I just figure the sun is shining through a different window for them at the moment. And I enjoy hearing about what they're seeing, but I get irritated when someone insists that his view is the only view and that what someone else is seeing couldn't possibly be right, because it's not what he sees from his window. If we'd tear ourselves away for a moment and take the trouble to walk over to another's view, we might see something new. Most people stubbornly stay in place-- lazy? afraid? I am exceptionally well, Del. Thank you for asking! I hope all is well with you!

To: Krowbar who wrote (19743)	4/4/1998 9:56:00 AM
From: Charliss	Respond to of 108807

<...all atomic particles behave this way,...> Hi Delbert...Happy weekend to you. Here I sit, at my desk, in my office at home. I am listening to Corelli, musing around, so to speak, early on a Saturday morning. The research I needed to conclude for my Monday trading is done. The loose leaf note book with all my trading notes, jottings and funny little columns of figures and squiggles rests in its place next to the lavender hyacinth gracing my desktop. You have got me to wondering: how quick can I be? I look about this familiar room, deliberately taking inventory...the hyacinth, the note book, the computer stuff, furnishings, art work, my cat, the city skyline outside the windows...You have reminded me of the physicist Karl Bohm and of the chameleonlike quality of my hyacinth, of my whole environment of the moment. At its most basic levels, the things that make up my environment do not posess the traits of objects. They are more like how I would imagine the messiness of a page in my notebook to appear to someone who wished to decipher it...protons, electrons, and such, whizzing about. Each one of these things whizzing about to the music of a Corelli concerto grosso played by a string ensemble is neither this nor that, but always somehow both. These whizzing things that never appear solely as wave or particle but as an entity, a something, holding all possibilities within itself, are the quanta that are the basic building blocks of my body, and of the hyancith my body's hand reaches out to touch...of the universe. Maybe Mr Bohm is on to something that magicians have always known: quanta only coalesce into particles when they are being observed. Otherwise, they are wave soup. Like the pages in my notebook. And so I have this silly thought this morning...wondering how quick I can be. My cat is empathic, she perks up as slowly, very cautiously, I turn in my chair, putting my back to the hyacinth, which, since I am now not observing it, must be wave soup. I am about to attempt my first experiment at travelling faster than the speed of light. If I turn my head quickly enough, I will see the hyacinth in the later stage of its soup state, in its transition from wave to particle. Now, if this doesn't work, I may try this...Some Zen masters have said that one should always keep something slightly off center from your direct vision if you want to see it truly. I figure, with the hyacinth, this could also work. It would be like the Zen master instructing on the matter of God: if you can name it, that is not it. Best, Charliss