Treading Time

"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. 

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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.

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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.