And the Space to Know Them

2024.09.15

Good morning, that wonderful place.

Constellation consultations. A good phrase that came to me on the way to put down these words.

What's the night sky know about the day?

We forget that night is the default state, act as though daylight is what's right.

Sunshine is additive. Space is the one true reality.

Deep thoughts from dream thoughts.

The only thing that needs to exist is Space. The rest of it is an addon. Every planet and star have a birthdate. Makes one wonder just what is Space? What is that substance we all find ourselves spinning around on a seemingly arbitrary sphere in?

What are the properties of Space?

Seems a better place than a Bang to start from. Even a really, really Big Bang, at that.

Every Bang requires a place to bang in.

The question deserves at least a story, at least some thought.

Thoughts on night in the morning.

On the dark and how with so much we still feel our personal dramas are worth something.

We're all hovering around, caught in some centrifugal prison vacuum. So, what in the world, any world, is morality?

What does morality have to do with Space?

Why put the two together?

Because save love, I can't think of anything else that needs to exist.

Remove everything we can measure and all that's left is love, morality, and the space to know them.

You'd think it's just a fluffy, but a dog has favorite toys.

Saw a program on a dog that had hundreds of different stuffed animals and knew the names for each.

At times I think Abe's a psychic sidekick. "Oh, he's playing with the stuffed goose this morning, it was the squirrel yesterday, wonder what it means?"

A good start to a story is the answer.

Today he's picking up chicks. Got his baby on the loveseat chewing on her in questionable ways.

Now, he's got her in an embrace in his forepaws looking out the window together.

Even my dog is a romantic.