Life is Wonderful

We live in a yin-yang world of binary dualisms. Up and down. Left and right. Forward back, and that's just the spatial directions.

Two forces always in opposition. Always at war, fighting for dominance in an eternal stalemate. They cannot exist in any other way. They cannot coexist in any other way.

One cannot exist without the Other, for to attempt such exclusion is to self-destruct. Down that path lies only madness and ultimately the kind of Death that not even Life can counter.

"You cannot create something from nothing." Ha! We stem from the great Void where nothing exists and ultimately to nothing return.

On the quantum level, the swirls and eddies of the subatomic layers of our universe are constantly creating spontaneous particle pairs that exist for moments, mere microseconds or less before they are inexorably drawn back together and annihilated.

And here we find something interesting. That old adage that opposites attract holds true in the physical world. The negatively charged electron is eternally drawn to the positive proton held in check only by the orbital path it takes. The sky above is just empty space without the land to lie upon in eternal embrace.

It's a power dynamic of the equal but opposite. Darkness and light. Good and evil. We like to characterize them, to make our side win, but the space in-between, the chaos that separates the Void from all the Things dictates that this cannot be. Entropy proves that we are all equal in the eyes of the Lord. We always lose before that with no beginning and no ending, the Ultimate that is its own Other.

We are like our particle pair counterparts taken from the nano-scale to the macro and then again once removed to the super-macro, made clumsy enough by our size that a Creator can intervene and hold us apart, setting us on those orbital paths so we circle each other. So that despite our attraction we're never quite able to touch and are therefore never able to deconstruct back into that random energy we stemmed from.

And it is in this that we can find wonder, that which we marvel at on the profound levels.

When my mind speaks and no one listens

Yesterday I slept in until well nigh noon, and while some would call me blessed to be able to do so, I'm not so sure.

I'm a morning person by nature. If I get up at 5 o'clock in the morning, I'm awake. There is no grogginess to compete with being aware; that only ever happens if I sleep too much. The idea of sleeping the day away itches at my sense of responsibility. Who am I to stay in bed when so many around me are up?

In my defense, I did wake up at 4:30 on Thursday and in the subsequent hours afterward took many buses and a train, traversing many miles across and to the greater metropolitan area around Seattle. Travel makes me tired. So does disappointment. I wasn't quite in time to see Alex or Sam at their school before they had to get to class. I got home about twelve hours later only to be in time to leave for an admittedly short three hour shift at Quiznos.

So I was tired the night before.

Part of me says that that is no excuse to laze the day away, but I didn't have work, I didn't have school and I didn't want to get up. In a sense it was balance. I wake up extra early Thursday to wake up late Friday. My body is rather skilled at doing that.

I've noticed the world always seems to work in balance with itself. When one event goes to the extreme, another counteracts it in some kind of cosmic enactment of Newton's third law of motion.