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Jared and I arriving in Kentucky on our 3,800 mile bike trip across the U.S., September 2005
I’m currently in Tulsa, Oklahoma, in the apartment of one of my closest friends, Jared Auld. Three years ago I rode across the country with Jared and a woman named Nicole, who is also a good friend of mine. The first time Jared and I met was at the airport in Newport News, Virginia, and we quickly became close friends as we rode West across the United States, exploring valleys, hills and vast expanses of countryside. Jared and I have stayed in contact since the end of the trip, talking on the phone at least once a week, and I decided to take a few days to come visit him in his hometown of Tulsa.
0 commentsIt’s already July 20th. The summer sun is bearing down on Providence, and as I spend my days working on my various projects, cycling and trying to stay cool, I am continually amazed by how fast the days, weeks, months and even years seem to be going by. It feels like it was just January and I was celebrating the New Year. Half a year has gone by seemingly in the blink of an eye. Each day I awake, go about my business, and before I know it I am preparing for bed. Never before have I been so busy and active; perhaps that accounts for the speed with which life seems to be moving along.
But something else is happening as well. It’s almost as though I’ve entered a new phase in my life. I am moving into adulthood. My sense of time is different. I am aware of my age, the age of others, and the entire arc of time that takes one from childhood to adulthood to old age and then death. That is not meant to be depressing--it’s just that I am becoming more cognizant of the way time flows. I never used to think about these things-- the age of my parents, my own age, the passage of time--but now those things are always on my mind.
0 commentsBefore Fall Comes
before fall comes and hijacks the hegemony of heat
the leaves drop to the earth in protest, their fibrous
veins intercepting the morse code of sunlight;
It’s time for a change.
before fall comes and swallows the scent of summer
the flowers seal shut their lips like hunger strikers,
And the wind blows cold energy from the poles;
It’s time for a change.
before fall comes and harvests the fruit of longer days
Raindrops sprinkle fertilizer on the soil of living things,
and the waters sparkle cool and crisp like dripping apples;
It’s time for a change.
But once fall comes and plants its flag throughout the sky
And erects its buildings upon the land,
Winter, white and humming, appears on the horizon,
And in winter every snowflake is a blueprint for change
2 commentsI’m currently reading a book on physics titled ‘The Goldilocks Enigma: Why is the Universe Just Right for Life?’ by Paul Davies which, as with almost any book I read on science, philosophy or religion, has me thinking about the nature of existence, the universe and mortality. In particular, a quote in the first chapter reminded me of a thought I’ve often had: that life is like a lucid dream, or a video game in which the parameters are limitless, and one is free to roam the world as one wishes. Here is the quote:
“Somehow the universe has engineered, not just its own awareness, but also its own comprehension. Mindless, blundering atoms have conspired to make not just life, not just mind, but understanding. The evolving cosmos has spawned beings who are able not merely to watch the show, but to unravel the plot. What is it that enables something as small and delicate and adapted to terrestrial life as the human brain to engage with the totality of the cosmos and the mathematical tune to which it dances?”
Click here to download a PDF of my complete thesis. Questions and comments are much appreciated!
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