Non-Binary Futures
Dear friend,
Elvis is singing Jailhouse Rock in the kitchen. Dippa is sleeping on a grey blanket we’re using as a temporary throw. His giant paws twitch as he runs in a dream.
What do dogs dream of?
Running until they fly?
Today for a while I felt out of sorts. Standing in the storeroom, I realise I’m missing Mam and Dad, and Santy. A wave of sadness; the feeling melts into something softer.
It’s always here some place, mellow, threaded into the joy, the depths of loss.
I think how much fun they must be having as I introduce them to Dippa and welcome them in my mind for a seasonal visit.
They’ve their own ventures to tend to these days. Ever onward.
One in love.
It brings me back to my breath and I sit down with my Christmas book, Chiara got me “Nexus” by Yuval Noah Harari. It has a picture of a pigeon on the front. It’s a masterful piece of communication.
The pigeon triggered some odd association in my mind.
A fact struck me out on the marshes with the dogs.
Quantum mechanics is accepted orthodoxy in terms of our collective attempts at understanding reality. It’s been around since the beginning of the last century.
It’s not taught to kids in school, so you and I didn’t learn about it from our science teachers.
We weren’t taught Newtonian physics as context to move onto quantum science. The quantum realm is skipped over and missed out almost completely.
You learn what a photon is
Maybe something about a cat in a box.
Maybe quantum entanglement and then that’s your lot.
It was still that way in August when I quit school.
How long does it take to filter through?
Isn’t our culture floundering on false binary choices?
In group or out group?
With us or against us?
Good
Bad
Right
Wrong
Stranger
Friend.
It’s more complex, but nevertheless; odd to omit one hundred years of exploration.
The quantum realm demands that we embrace paradox.
I think we’ll see much more talk about it this year.
We’re living through a technological revolution.
It has only just begun.
It is forcing us to look at what reality is made of.
Where we’ll be after one more trip around the sun, who can say?
But what we can rely upon is one another.
On everyone who is trying to be kinder, taking the time to understand.
Opening our minds.
finding the courage to open our hearts.
It’s a big thing, made in the details of the little lived details of the moment.
The smell of the wind carrying the damp marsh mud.
Dogs flying through the reeds.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey