So I got pretty deep talking on here the other night. day. or whatever time it was. i am on vacation time now finally, and i can't really say i know what time it is. or was when i was writing. and i'm just too lazy to go back and look if there was a time stamp. because it doesn't matter. not really. it was what was on my mind at the time whatever the time was.
time is relative. I believe that is what Einstein said. the rate of time slows down the more you're moving. something like that. that i don't really understand. not really.
time is relative. People will tell you. But i think they are mostly talking about the perception of time. most people are not Einstein. most people are not physicists. and they are not talking about physics.
what am i talking about here and now? if you're reading this, you may well be wondering. or maybe you don't care. i don't know.
and i don't actually know the point of what i'm writing right now either. except to say that i feel much better than i did the other night when i was writing. quite honestly, i was feeling rather sick. better than i had for a week or so. but still feeling pretty sick both at heart and physically.
anyway. i feel better. the thought of whether there's heaven or hell is not pressing on me. yeah- i still admit that i have been a terrible person. and that if there would be a hell, i'd surely deserve to go there. and that if this is hell, i surely deserve to be here. but i don't know why- it's not scaring me tonight.
it is funny tho, that right now the twilight zone episode that came on after the old perry mason (which i love for reasons unknown except to me) is about a plane moving too fast than is physically possible. and on it's way to breaking physical barriers as we know them. and the stewardesses (not flight attendants- this show is old) are discussing Valhalla- the great hall in Norse mythology where heroes slain in battle are received. or alternately- a place of honor, glory or happiness. That's how it's understood now. but you know, i think the Valkyries in the past were demons that would pick up the dead like vultures. And Valhalla was the battlefield where these Norns would decide the fates of men. I don't really know. I've never seen the opera and do not know all that much about Norse mythology.
and now the flight crew and the head stewardess see dinosaurs roaming where NYC should be. oh wait, now they are attempting to reverse their time travel and scaring the passengers. but success! they made it. everyone lives. except they didn't. they haven't made it their modern day. but they are going to land anyway. in 1939. Lake Success. the world's fair.
so they will try again.
but first, they are letting the passengers in on it. and telling them to pray. and asking them to be calm. and rod serling comments that if we hear the engines, we should send up a flare or something cuz it's just Global 33 trying to get home.
time is relative. and funny. so is life. i'll be calm. while Norns decide my fate. (-: but i'm still not sure if i can pray. if i have any right to. or if it makes any difference.
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