"Blimey," he said, given the first few drops from an incoming bucket of evidence that the love of his life could only say, "Touche," after a considerable period of time.
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We don't really understand time. Our experience of it as an ongoing series of events tempts a perspective of linear models, the arrow of entropy, a steady treading of moments from one to the other. When confronted with a lifetime of happenings which came together to form an undercurrent we didn't know was there, time suddenly looks a little different and it's not always easy to assimilate evidence when it makes things look very different from the way we expected them to be. 

Experiential evidence arrives in the portals of science labs all the time. Some people are looking for the simplest constructs and others are looking for the totally indeterminable. Dark Matter might fall into the latter category, but once deconstruction of its components gives rise to an acceptable explanation, there'll be a river of thought processes hot on its heels to deliver the simple explanations for everyday anomalies arising out of what we will then know about Dark Matter. Only, we don't know it yet, that stuff we've yet to know, so it all looks rather wizardly and indeterminably slurryish.

We're living in an era wherein the quantum worlds are all the rage, and by and large we're getting used to it. No longer is it risky to mention the word 'quantum' in a conversation. The validity of quantum principles in terms of the way we go about our lives is now accepted, we know there are foundations for the laws of nature we're just beginning collectively to assimilate and understand. We might have a long way to go, but the miracle of walking on quantum waters is happening right now, we've left the shore and we are on our way home with a bucketful of evidence we didn't expect to collect.

Let's enjoy this treading of time. But lets also have in the back of our minds that there's a whole world at stake here; the more positive our personal impacts on those pieces of the world we personally touch, the better our chances of making it out alive.
​I mean, we all tread the mortal coil but while we're reading and writing and breathing and checking we have a pulse, we are in a position to do something constructive with what might happen next. We've a Multiverse to choose from in determining our next steps. Science has at least come round to unequivocally accepting that one, leaving us all very free to do the same.

​Yesterday my youngest daughter leapt ahead another year and her birthday was filled with smiles, love and meetings of similar minds. During one of the conversations with new people never before met, I learned that love, as an energy, is ambivalent, caring not for the welfare of the person entrapped by it, nor for the consequences of their actions or pursuit of their dreams. Whether we think of life in terms of goals, or wins, losses or failures, love has no time to play games - we do that for ourselves. Like fear, love will find a chink to pour through and its power is only as great as the will to which it attaches itself. We choose what to do, to a degree, but ultimately we are travelling through a lifetime of finite proportions on a wave that never ends, and the current that carries us is a matter of priority only to the part of ourselves that demands to be fulfilled.

​Until non-locality became a factual cause in my reality, my faith in it was shaky at times. Yet the quantum trail, once set upon you, finds ways to refuse to let you go. Synchronicity and signs, crossroads and cul-de-sacs all become part of your personal Universe and it's up to you which flow you go with. Choosing love over fear has to be a wise move, and the world is geared up now more than ever to challenge our ability to do so. Where we will find ourselves as a result of our actions is indeterminable thanks to Uncertainty, but we need to rest assured that we are far from alone on this journey. There's a part of the self that has no concept of time, that doesn't change with age, that doesn't fully understand the ravages of mortality because finity is not real, fundamentally, in the terms of life that the Universe causes to exist. This part of the self is the one to trust, for it remains untouched by the forces of experience and remains instead connected to the force of physics, the facts of the matter, the current situation and the present we are given perpetually to open with our hearts.

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