General Relativity

By | January 17, 2013
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Last night, I walked outside briefly to see if it was still raining. It had been raining most of the day and, because for that instant it seemed important to me to know if it was still raining or not, I went outside. I was surprised when I looked up and saw a dark, transparent sky filled with stars. The rain had moved on and there was not a cloud in the night sky.

As I looked up at that dazzling array – an array I’ve seen thousands of times in my life – it occurred to me how insignificant everything in life really is. If we’re lucky we might live 85 years. If we’re skilled or talented or lucky we may leave behind something of value – books we’ve written, songs we’ve composed, a vast empire of wealth. We may leave behind something by which the world will remember us. But most of us are not particularly skilled or talented or lucky or wealthy and what we leave behind will be starkly insignificant. Most of us will leave behind a few fading memories stored in the minds of the people who really knew us. There may be photographs or videos of us as we appeared in life, we will be forever frozen in those moments. Those of us who survive us can look at the way we were. But they will not see us, they will see their impression of us, frozen in time, isolated and existing only as floating digital bits stored on some storage medium.

The sky I gazed into last night is billions of years old. Yet I don’t see it either. I see it only the way it was – a few minutes ago, a few hours ago, a few years ago, a million years ago, even a billion years ago. The light from some of those stars is millions or billions of years old – so it is then I cannot even know the stars that I see.

Today I looked at some old sepia-tone pictures of some early settlers of the American West. They were frozen in time, frozen in a moment. The men in beards and ties and cowboy hats and the women in frilly hooped dresses. No doubt they were dressed in the style of their time. My impression of them is all I saw – an impression flavored and season by the era in which I live. I can never know them. I will never know who these people were that once lived upon this Earth and were significant to only the very few who knew them. I wonder what they left behind besides memories in the minds of those who cared for them.

As much as it’s hard to separate myself from the complexities, struggles, pains, yearnings and responsibilities of living every day, sometimes I can and when I do the obvious seems absurd. All our struggles, all our joys, all our sorrows, all our pain, all our pleasures, all our accomplishments, all are insignificant.

Most of us strive to be happy. We try to avoid pain and sorrow, even though we know we can’t avoid them completely. We try to enjoy our time and we try to find someone who completes us and spend our lives with the person we love. Yet there’s an irony that is startling hidden there. The more we are enjoying ourselves the faster time passes. By finding pleasurable things to do we shorten our perception of the time as it passes. Days spent doing things we love to do or finally doing the things we have always wanted to do, only cause the clock to tick faster. Yet the alternative is repulsive. I don’t want to spend my life holed up in a darkened room with nothing to do so that time passes more slowly. Everyone can relate to how slowly time passes when we’re bored, lonely, sick or sorrowful. And there are not many of us who don’t hope for a long and happy life. If you have a happy life, it won’t be long, it will pass far too quickly. You may well live to be 85, but it won’t seem like 85 years have gone by as you prepare to take your final breath. Life will have seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye

Everything is relative. We all like to think our lives are significant. That we contribute something to the world in which we live. If we have children then we make ourselves significant at least to them. But compared to the vastness of the universe and the universal scale of space and time, we are no more significant that a mote of dust carried haphazardly on a summer wind.

There are some who seemed to lived charmed lives – we think them lucky or blessed. And some of us think our lives are jinxed – that nothing ever goes our way. We think life isn’t fair. But why we do this is because we compare ourselves to the IMPRESSIONS we have of others. We cannot know the others to which we compare ourselves – we can only know the impression we have of them. These impressions are, of course, nothing but specters – ghosts and illusions sparking along in the cells of our brains. What we see is rarely what is. Much like the light from the stars that shone down on me last night, it is only an illusion. I didn’t see the stars as they were last night, I saw the light from the stars as they were a million or a billion years ago. It was just an illusion, I wasn’t really seeing the stars at all.

We cannot base our lives on anything real except ourselves and this – the present moment. Yesterday is gone and it exists only as an impression – and illusion. Tomorrow is a concept, and an illusion all the same. And most of us know this without thinking yet we cling to illusions and impressions, we build our lives around specters and ghosts and probabilities – gamblers all in the casino of life. And we all know the casino is going to win. We just don’t know when we’re going to run out of chips.

Most of us don’t want to die, some of us even fear death. But each night when we lie down to sleep, we practice for death. Some nights we’re tired and eager for sleep – we look forward to the sublime nothingness that awaits us in sleep. But how many of us would want to lie down if we knew we’d never wake up?

Everything is relative. Not one person is more significant than another but our own illusions and impressions make it so. We find some people attractive and some not attractive yet under less than one-quarter inch of skin we all look essentially the same – a composite of vessels and muscles and fat.

We die because we are born – yet we celebrate birth and mourn death. They are essentially the same. On the scale of the universal, our lives are no more significant that a grain of sand on the beach of some remote and deserted island. There is no significance expect the significance of impression and illusion. Under the surface of our skin we all look essentially the same. And ten thousand years from now we’ll all look exactly the same and we’ll all be thinking the same nothing.

Life is neither fair nor unfair. Life may well be as perennial as the grass and yet be as meaningless as swirling dust trailing a racing comet. Life may be as pervasive as the space-time in which it exists and yet be as empty as the nothingness the spans the distances between the stars.

Our limited perceptions and our narrow periphery restrict our knowledge of life to that which we perceive –that which think we see and that which we experience. Fundamentally our lives are little more than the illusions and impressions compiled by the neurons and synapses firing in our brains. It is as if our brains are movie directors creating movies from its warehouse of perceived sights and experiences. Since we can never see what is really there, and we see only the shadows and reflections of reality, we can, to a degree, control the content of the movies our brains produce. Our lives are based largely on illusions and impressions of the world we think we see.

You and I create our worlds by weaving together our illusions and impressions, and nothing is ever what it appears to be. No matter how long you live, it will either be too long or not long enough. Your perception of time depends on the illusions and impressions you choose to fill it with — and just as much on how much you believe in them.

So as much as you can, make your illusions grand and your impressions beautiful. There is enough ugliness, deceit and sorrow in this sad world already.

In the end, nothing matters anyway. We’re all just here passing time.

And everything is relative to that.


15 thoughts on “General Relativity

  1. Charlyne Craver

    Wonderfully profound. Makes one sit back and think and notice. Thanks.

  2. kiwibarb

    How profound, scary, arguable yet not arguable, and undeniably true. Most of us know and don’t want to know our own insignificance. Well thought, well written, I enjoyed this.

  3. Donna Mae

    WOW– one of your best TC–and I will share it with a wonderful niece of mine who also writes with deep thought.
    However I do think we will always be remembered for what we leave behind. In particular, genealogy. Perhaps not remembered for ever and ever as the individual we are today but if the thoughts are recorded along with facts — much will live on.

    There will always be people with open minds and open hearts.
    Thanks for your thoughts.

  4. Dennis Hayden

    A very interesting piece and very well thought out and written. I don’t disagree but I am uncertain….in this world in which we experience life as opposites, probably due to our split brain, I wonder if meaninglessness is the background on which the meaning of our life is written. I wonder if we experience these two poles as opposites, i.e. meaning and meaninglessness. If we do, then, of course, they are really one thing, like one coin with a heads and a tails. If that is the case then meaning and meaninglessness somehow fit together. This is deep stuff, don’t you agree?

  5. Chris

    I agree with Donna-Mae. It all ends up being the same old saying..”Live,Love,Laugh for today. Enjoy the day as if it were your last.
    But remember to share and leave some of that love and those laughs, along with goods memories for others to fondly remember and to have some “roots” to feel a part of.
    Maybe in the whole big wide world we are but a spec of dust or sand, but to “family” for a least a few generations…We were here! We meant something! We passed some things along…We will be remembered for what we gave of ourselves for our family and friends. If only for a few generations…but realize then those generations will pass along as well, another extention of the prior generation…and so on and so on…
    For Today will be Yesterday …Ever so Fast…Full of Memories that will last and last.
    Time moves Too Fast !!! A Copy written part of Christine Henry’s poem. Time Moves Too Fast.
    Cheers Chris
    Now go out and enjoy life. Remember to share all there is to share NOW, along with your Memories, with all your family and friends !!

  6. Deanna Baugh

    Oh my! No one gets out of here alive. It is what you do in living that leaves footprints. Love and loving and kindness are the most meaningful I think. In doing an act of kindness, that kindness stays with that being all of his/her life, and everyone that person tells the story to, also carries the kindness on. That kind of sharing lives forever! If I tell you I love you and mean it with all of my heart, and thank you for all you do for me, that lives on too, as you tell the story…I love you TC and Darcy!

  7. Gloria

    We all remember the good times, the happy times, and of course, we remember the sad times too. But the memory of those we cared about so much, never leave us… Memories are all we have of a person… their wit, their love, their dominating personality, their laughter…and of course their forgiving nature.

    We can love a person in many ways…. even their faults. I would hope I will be loved by my creations made available to them.. whether it be a sweater, or something so insignificant as a CD with memories written on it.

    Other memories are of conversations — some witty….. some sad… they are stored in our memory bank and will remain there till we too, pass on. Some conversations are kept secret from others… not to be shared, cause of the nature of them…. those will be cherished between those two people…. the giver and the receiver of such. Normally, it’s very hard to keep secret conversations, cause when it’s secret, it’s to remain that way… therefore, when we pass on.. it will forever be forgotten…. never to be known by anyone.

    How can our memory bank hold so much when we can’t even remember what day it is most of the time to take the garbage out…. like I do most of the time. I don’t want these memories, I want the person who gave me the memories right here with me… Selfishness…. it’s called.

    The writer of such thoughts above signifies their charm, wit and of course, devotion to others. Sounds like someone I know!

  8. Jim Sparks

    One of God’s greatest blessings is that we cannot see around the bend in the road. It is bumpy at times and we often are discouraged, but we trudge on and forget the bumps and try to only remember the good times. TC & EB, you will never realize the legacy each of you will leave to the thousands of friends that follow your endeavors daily.

  9. Diana Odle

    I believe we are here, because we were chosen by God, and while we are here, we need to show the love and the blessing we receive to others, in a nut shell, we need to show Love to others, and love ourselves also, because God did create us, and he gave his only son to die on the cross, so our sins would be forgiven, and the word says, and God is the word, God says, I have prepared a mansion for you, I believe some day I will be walking on those streets of gold, and feel the love and see Jesus my heavenly father some day. What a great wonderful thing to look forward to!!! We are never alone on this earth, because Jesus is with us everywhere, he is the beginning and the end. Love you guys.

  10. Muriel Schlecht

    One of your bests, TC. Ya know? YOU will leave something very significant and meaningful behind. After you and I have been “deep sixed” you have put to print very much of “inside” yourself into your own words. This website won’t always be available to who we leave behind
    because they will fade with you. I certainly hope that while you can, you will publish them in book which those
    you leave behind can always hold them tightly in their hands and even pass down. You are soooo talented. Your heart and soul are in your words. They reach MY heart and soul. They can reach other hearts and souls for generations to come.

  11. Mary M

    TC- Not being gifted in expressing my feelings in written word, I can only echo what Muriel and some others have written and say a heartfelt DITTO DITTO and AMEN!

    Mary M

  12. Altara3

    I can’t think of words to express how I feel. This is one of the best pieces I’ve ever read. Very thought provoking. And so true. Keep up the good work, TC.

  13. Wilbur E Harkness

    Thanks TC, for sharing such profound insight. There is so much of the Psalms and Proverbs in it that it is a real reassurance.

  14. Eileen

    Bravo. Beautiful truth. Shared your wisdom on fb. You have a new “fan.”


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