Where were we? Oh yes, cruising through a sub-terrain of social systems that rocked our version of comfortable truths and launched us into a global crisis with a distinctly unnerving ring about it. A year ago the Apocalypse was on the move but we didn't see it coming, this circuit of deceit, even though alarm bells were resounding in our heads - the heads we knew we'd need to keep while all around were losing theirs. Now people in their billions are losing livelihoods and families, unable to quell the surge of power that floors everything in its path leaving tsunamis of destruction in its wake.
Fermi's Paradox suggests that most civilisations do this - fall down a precipice of self-destruct before they can possibly realise their potential. So here we sit in the Goldilocks Zone, forgiven for thinking we might be alone in this Universe when there's no-one in the Local Fluff to talk to.
We've a lot of rope to hang ourselves with, and good reason to tie knots of a different kind - those holding keys to real-time communication and strengthening sense of purpose to what's driving us over the edge. Waiting for someone else to make it happen we'd wait forever, spaghettifying ourselves in the black hole promising to swallow us whole. Absolution takes no prisoners - we can't afford to be complacent when it comes to looking after what we are. Who we are comes down to nothing when the future of a planet is at stake; logic eludes us beyond the event horizon.
As children, we think less about our position in society and more about what works for us, dealing with situations to the best of our ability and valuing the basics of being safe. As we grow older those instincts get eroded by the pressures of conformity versus individuality, and eventually we find that nature versus nurture leads to a lot of confusion as lives become increasingly fragile.
What about where we were? Was there light at the end of the tunnel when "bluesky" held the promise of something revolutionary? Did brainstorming blow itself out of the window because minds thinking alike could no longer be great all at the same time? Could we have done any better, given the frameworks we already had?
Or is it just another story with that sound of inevitability Mr Smith wanted to tell Neo of before the impending doom that didn't go as planned?
If we could see where we're heading, would we prefer another probability well to the one planned for us to face? How we choose to accept our fate is as important, if not more important, than what the roadmap looks like. For only by accepting What Is, can we change it. The speed of light is not just a "constant", it's something we live by that doesn't leave much time for mistakes.
As you would pronounce it, if not as it is spelt, but I'm claiming clemency for not having written in a while, while today is a special day for reasons only I know. Corona still rules, but that's not the issue right here, right now. Some of us ponder a lot on the questions behind the state of the world and some don't, some prefer new versions of PlayStation and pizza. Fast food chains found themselves with queues desperate for salt and suspicious additives as soon as they re-opened the drive-ins.
Quantum physics hasn't gone away, but it occurred to me today what a miracle it was that Born, Bohr, Planck, Schrodinger, Maxwell and Einstein collectively came up with theories that would link everything when all they had were letters to post and papers to publish if they could get them published in the publications that ran the show at the time - there was no Internet or emails or anything quicker than a carrier pigeon. There was no TV or instant availability of information; all they had were their minds and telephones (early telephones) - on the 16th July 1920, the world's first radio-telephone service operated between Los Angeles and Santa Catalina.
We're going to have to pull up our bootstraps if we're to keep our heads while those around are determinedly losing theirs to the paparazzi and the power of propaganda. Things are going to get rough.
Nevertheless, birds of a feather flock together and if you want the truth you'll find it, wherever and however it presents itself, pretty or not as the case may be. Wherever it finds a foothold, the quantum field loves to propagate. Should you be questing for the experience of reality on quantum terms, you'll find yourself in it before you can blink one day, and look back at the hieroglyphs of hindsight with wonder at the way things were then.
History is made, not born, unless you credit the Multiverse with the (inevitable) ability to shift your trajectory whenever you're ready, and sometimes ready-or-not, for here it comes, the next track you didn't know you were going to be on until you found an object not there on the shelf when you knew it was there before, as if someone in the Matrix had hit the reset button and out you plopped into the Brane where that thing in the cupboard was never there in the first place.... until you return one day to find it there, and know you've switched Branes again, because that's how the Multiverse works. You can't have a Multiverse and a static Universe within it, the laws of physics just don't add up to that. Our dimension is curled up into other kinds of dimensional constraints just as Kaluza-Klein says dimensions are; I've no reason to argue. Have you?
Today is Day One, and there'll be many more to follow, so if you live and breathe this day and the next, I hope you enjoy it, and that you step into the zone with a full heart and best intentions to find yourself swept by the quantum sea into a new kind of adventure - one where you find yourself, and be yourself, and feel all those things that quantum particles promise with total certainty you can-can.
Kathy is the author of Quantumology. She met quantum mechanics in 1997 and pledged allegiance to its sources thereafter. These are her personal thoughts and testimonies. For professional testimonials please see Programmes.