"...This is all very confusing, especially when we consider that even though we may consistently consider ourselves to be the outside observer...

...when we look at the rest of the world, the rest of the world is at the same time observing us, and that often we agree on what we see in each other. Does this then mean that my observations become real only when I observe an observer observing something as it happens? This is a horrible viewpoint. Do you seriously entertain the idea that without the observer there is no reality? Which observer? Any observer? Is a fly an observer? Is a star an observer? Was there no reality in the universe before 109 B.C. when life began? Or are you the observer? Then there is no reality to the world after you are dead? I know a number of otherwise respectable physicists who have bought life insurance...." ~ Richard Feynman, "On the Philosophical Problems in Quantizing Macroscopic Objects"(ca. 1962-1963) as quoted by Morinigo, Wagner, & Hatfield, Feynman Lectures on Gravitation (2002)

 

Well, I am still exhausted. On top of the state of our nation, and the confusion among those who vow to replace this 70 year old child king, life is doing its pull-the-rug-out-from-under thing it does in varying degrees, as it does for all of us, though compared to the last few years, so far not that bad. We carry on and, here we are (if you have followed this blog, you knew that phrase, my altered Vonnegut sentiment, was coming; ). As one gets older, they have been through enough to have a library of past experiences, and when we were young pups, adversity, any level of it but especially concerning a a high level of it, felt like the end of the world, but now we can look back, access the library, and tell ourselves, we went through this and freaked out but everything turned out fine.  

Despite this uncertain time, I can say that music in my life is going well now, my dance card is full there, and I am always churning out visual art and writing. I am forever grateful for art and its sanity restoring capabilities, even when it uses insanity and the brink of insanity itself as the fuel to balance it all out.

Taking a different approach with photos in this entry, a photo essay that came from somewhat unsuccessfully trying to capture raindrops' impact rings in a puddle, an essay that I am calling:

Pulses From Another Dimension