Missed opportunities

I wanted to post a little earlier than usual today due to a huge roar of thunder. You know the ones you can almost feel as well as hear. The ones that put your windows and underwear to the test.


I was still half asleep when I climbed over my bed and to the curtains, looking out to horizontal rain that I can only describe as painful had I not been sheltered. I love this kind of whether but for a different reason. I was hoping to have a beer outside as I did when I took this picture a couple of days ago, I don’t think today will be the day.


Sadly I didn’t stay awake long enough to watch the whole show. My body wouldn’t let me. It is sobering to think that I can only wake up when my body says so. I fall asleep when it says so too. I only came into existence when someone else’s body said so, that’s really crazy. My atoms were always out there somewhere, not organised enough to form a consciousness. The storm today was incomprehensibly small compared to the ones I have missed over the billions of years before my existence, smaller than the ones happening right now throughout the universe.

I shouldn’t solely blame sleep with this in mind, being awake doesn’t help much either. As I have posted previously, all we can do is stare and wonder. We know some of what goes on up in space, this isn’t enough to grant our senses the ability to focus on it.

It is frustrating to know what we cant see but it is pretty amazing that our species is developing tools that overcome this. Thankfully the future looks brighter than the skies today.

Out of the woods

As a kid my favorite hobbies were to climb trees and listen to my elderly neighbour tell me I shouldn’t have as much free time. I wasn’t even a teenager. He would have had me sweeping chimneys if he had the option, judging by how much he hated the sound of kids playing. Some people are like that. They want us to live like they did, or still do.

My perception of trees has changed a little. I saw a natural playground and endless climbing frames of varying sizes and difficulties. Now I have a little more appreciation for the natural beauty, the idea that some of these trees could be older than I am blows my mind. Don’t get me wrong I still want to climb them, I don’t think that will ever leave me.

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Did you know there is a rainforest within Kuala Lumpur airport? I thought that was pretty cool. The airport surrounds this and you are free to walk around. How fascinating is is this? To walk through security and all the man made precautions preventing man made attacks and before you know it, you are walking in nature again. I was hoping Singapore had an airport with equally interesting features as I will make my way there in September, by the sound of it there is and much, much more. I can’t wait to see for myself.

A tree reminds me of our varying societies and cultures. Each branch, if you get close enough to climb it, is a little unique. Step away and it is just another tree. Step out of the woods altogether and it is a collection of trees. You could walk up to any tree and see the subtle differences, each branch proud to be a little different from the last and showing how similar the branches really are.

I guess I have given up climbing trees in the metaphorical sense, too. I have shifted my focus from staring at each branch and instead looking at the tree as a whole, comparing it to the trees around it. If I was to individually place the name of every denomination within a single religion onto a tree brach, it is possible I would run out of branches. I could forever be studying one tree in depth and leave no time for any other. I need more variety than that.

I much prefer to look at the woods without being lured into climbing any certain tree. My life has been much more fun with variety and the view is much more colourful, too.

Staring into infinity

That’s all there is to say of this view. A view that is astounding, normalised due to it being the only view we have ever had.

I love the term ‘space’, it’s like the most modest definition of a possibly infinite universe/multiverse. It would be like calling the ocean ‘big puddle’.

No ceiling, no boundaries. If I had the ability to launch into the clouds above, I could go on forever. Why don’t I consider this more often? How does everyday life take my attention away from unbe-fucking-lievable aspects of our reality?

Beyond the blue, pure mystery. Like looking into the depths of the ocean, all we can do is stare and wonder. This amazes me, it also saddens me. The planets I will never visit and the landscapes I will never walk, the possibility of extra terrestrial life and technology they could possess. We are that desperate to cling onto old traditions we lack so much desire to discover. If our priorities are discussing same sex marriage and women keeping their hair covered, should I be surprised we have hardly explored our solar system?

It takes a space shuttle 150 seconds to leave our atmosphere. A very short time but still difficult for us to carry out regularly. We are spiders trying to leave a bathtub, the slippery surface made of closed mindedness and hurt feelings. There are many of us that would love to leave the bathtub but cannot as we are too busy trying to fight for equal rights and evade beheadings. You know, the stupid shit that should be history, still taking place in a world that has the capability for so much more.

And that, ladies and gentleman, is the reason I drink alcohol. To forget that some people are offended by it.

Redemption

And just like that, it changes. Just as the grey was becoming tiresome, the sun beams through brighter than it ever has, adding colour like it was 1967 again.


Like the good old battle of good vs evil, the positive ending justifies the unsettling lead up. The positive outcome welcomed, appreciated that little bit more.

Often the case here in the UK, probably the tenth time this cycle has repeated today. As much as I enjoy the changes, seeing the light pierce through makes me value the sun even more than I always do, enough to make me put on a jacket and experience it first hand before it falls victim to the horizon once more.


If the sun isn’t shining where you are, it will be soon!

Passing clouds

I love English weather.

Someone has to.

I love the endless cloud formations, the varying shades all congregating, a merging melting pot occupying the same space better than humanity can.

Then again, the skies occasionally produce tornadoes. Sometimes like people, nature spirals out of control. I have been told the UK has more tornadoes than anywhere in the world (per square km), they just often form in rural areas and are nowhere near as destructive as those seen in the States.

I did in fact see one off the coast of Majorca around the year 2000. Incredible, something I have always wanted to see unfolding in front of my very eyes. A couple of miles out to sea, it’s a shame smart phones weren’t a thing. We decided to leave our chunky video camera in the hotel as we had no plans other than the pool. To this day my sister and I argue as to who saw it first. It was definitely me.

I also look up and remain thankful that my country does not endure regular natural disasters. I have to, I thank anything and everything that keeps me here for as long as I am. Not that I am thankful that others go through this instead, it hurts every time I have seen the media coverage of a tsunami slamming into a coastline or a quake tearing the ground apart. What I do consider are the religious nations suffering such forces. Is that why they are religious, sometimes prayer is only thing left? Why do I escape these nightmare scenarios in a relatively non-religious nation? Why do dedicated theists live perilously at the bottom of an active volcano or in long lasting droughts?

Nature is a beautiful thing, but it likes to kill us.

 

Realisation

Think about it. We read fiction to escape a mundane reality that in reality, is not that mundane.

Imagine seeing this sunset for the first time with no prior knowledge of the sun at all, seemingly sandwiched between these two trees. How far away would you estimate it to be? Is it right there between the trees? Is it directly above the small boat below? How would you possibly know without trying impossibly to reach it without ever getting there?

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To know that it is in fact 93 million miles away is incredible. It is no longer a mystery and this makes it even more amazing. The fact that despite this vast distance, the sun still manages to dwarf the small boat that is close enough for me to swim to deserves so much recognition. I guess because it is all we have ever know we so rarely take a moment to watch it disappear behind the ocean.

We don’t need to hide from reality to enjoy life, some things in life are much more mind blowing and magical the more we get to know about them. I am sure there are plenty more unimaginable facts out there waiting for us once we put our books down to a much more exciting reality.

There must be a reason why we are so obsessed with reality and chat shows, soap operas and talk show DNA tests. To be so entertained by watching people live normal lives, where is the fun in that? Do what you want of course, just make sure your time is spent wisely and know that this is a better time than ever to learn about the truth so many humans have sought and sometimes been killed for, for centuries.

Critical

As can be seen from my walk today, the universe couldn’t give two hoots that our terror threat level has been raised to critical. Not that this raise in concern is without justification.

Summer is finally here and there is an understandably low mood after the Manchester bombing. Not that the sun cares. From natures perspective it’s a glorious day, completely conflicting with the moods of most people this morning. I choose to highlight this with an aim to change the myth that the universe cares about us. Depressing? I don’t believe so. The less we feel we are prioritised by the universe, we may start to value ourselves a little more.

As I yanked open the door last night as I have everyday for the past four years, I almost pulled my shoulder out. It didn’t open. The door leading to the back office at work is usually unlocked as I have already input a code to get there. This time I needed to put a second code in to get to the office. With the UK’s terror threat being raised to ‘Critical’, the company I work for had strict measures in place to ensure we adhered to this. It’s fascinating how fast the measures are in place, it must have been an hour after the announcement last night. 21st century communication is amazing, we receive such updates instantaneously, something that would have taken months or even years to pass on between communities centuries ago and on such a large scale.

I noticed more of a police presence yesterday and the sound of a police helicopter flying overhead for a period of time. Whether or not this is another measure or a separate incident, I do not know. Waking up the next morning, I feel two forces at work. One of beautiful nature, treating me to glorious sunshine and a very relaxed state of mind. The other, a conscious threat of human depravity, a constant reminder that another attack may be imminent.

What a weird conflict of feelings in such a strange world.