Thursday, March 12, 2009

A rambling wrinkle

I'm getting sick of the whole blog thing, i never know what to say. I'm not going to tell you about my ridiculously pointless and boring life because you don't care. I'm DYING to write one of those informative opinionated intelligent posts about current affairs, but i don't know very much about them. i also wanted to write a warped, messed up post about global warming, full of wrong information, and then hope some kid doing an environment project happens to come across it, and fails because of me. but then i though that would be mean. I'm sleepy, and i have a ton of studying to do. sigh.
i re-read the Second Coming today. i like Yeats a lot. he has some soul, and he knew how to write about what. we've all felt like that, but not in so many words. i loved the first half of the concept of the gyre. i googled it, and its deliciously complicated.
the "gyre" is this concept, this fantastical vortex, that represents a span of time. to be brutally simplistic. and it spins and spins, and spins and spins, and like a top, slowly begins to spin out of control. what i want to know is, this gyre thing, is it like a tornado? you cant really conceptualize it, because its intangible, its time really. so what if time doesn't tick, it spins? time is a gyre, and sometimes, in some moments, it spins out of control. suppose we don't take it in the context of an apocalypse. but on a smaller scale. sometimes, doesn't it seem like time is a bit off centre? moments can stretch for longer than they should, hours can pass by in lightning flashes. what is time really? the fourth dimension and all that. but time is a gyre, and its warps and twists can never really be understood by something as complicated as a human. A Wrinkle in Time was a beautiful book. not so wonderfully written, but when i read it, it was so different from all the other fantasy stories that i fell in love with it. the witches travelled by "tessering", or in their words, "wrinkling" time. its a bit odd how many different ways we humans come up with to conceptualize things. we have this insatiable thirst to have everything figured out, and will keep thinking, and then having babies who will continue our thinking when we're gone, just to make sure that the world is constantly shifting and whirling and confusing itself in order to give us some more to think about.

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