hang the @#$! in there

do you know what stymie means? it means you sit and feel numb. why is that? "why the numbness and the sitting?" you might say. maybe you wag your finger, indicating the disposition and whole picture before you. if i were writing this scene as if it were me sitting, let's say in a well worn rush seat chair, the kind you find in the attic. it's nostalgic and the rungs are loose and it doesn't fit with the kitchen table anymore. if it were me in that chair and for some reason you were looking for me and wagging your finger, i might say, "is string theory what some people suppose to be the common denominator for the apparent interconnectedness of the everything?" or more probably i will say, "what did you do today?"

.....you know. i'm stymied. can someone throw me a bone?

Thank you for the bone. I think I can go on. I can go on for many reasons. One is hope and hope doesn't come from solving string theory, which is not lame it is simply...2 dimensional, that is, it doesn't permit divine or supernatural explainations to exist with mathematical explainations....or how we can describe networks and physics. BUT it does inevitably provoke the baffling non-existence of explainations for the divine. this is what i love about science. in one form or another the trail leads to a precipice and belief. belief can't be completely scientific. ...i'm discovering that i love all inexact sciences. (that is for another blog.)

Now. The only other reason I might say, "is string theory what some people....blah blah yada yada" is because i want to dramatically divert your attention. in other words, i don't care about string theory. i care about feeling numb and sitting in the chair and not feeling numb and getting on with things. that's less convenient to talk about and i'll probably deter you. however...this doesn't mean don't wag your finger or indulge me. it also doesn't mean you can't ignore me all together and ask, "what did you do today?" because that's great, when we can get past what's said to who we are. ...i say all kinds of things. thanks for asking. thanks for loving me.

Now, today is a new day. and "joy comes in the morning", or rather "His mercies are new every morning. Great is His faithfulness," not mine. string theory, from the pathetically limited knowledge i have DOES NOT bring the morning, nor the sun or...wow, snow. perhaps it explains it a little bit...but now i'm in territory i know nothing about. the point is joy is eternal. i'm more than carbon. and strings are fun. okay, any more bones you have?? :) salud and cheerio.