True account to the best of my recall. (Because the memory function rapidly deteriorates immediately upon crossing the membrane from sleeping to waking — the sudden influx of sensory inputs taxes one’s will in an overpowering way.) Note: look here to see a previous dream narration in this series.
Our intrepid Seeker, who feels entirely justified in wondering why there’s Anything, continues his discussion with the Ghost of Stephen Hawking, who is not quite sure it merits any thinking time. But before things can wrap up, the situation is complicated by the sudden arrival of yet another spirit entity! Part 1 of this dialogue happened here.
Physicist, or perhaps more aptly ex-Physicist gadfly(?) Lawrence Krauss released what some tried to promote as a groundbreaking book in 2012 called “A Universe From Nothing”. It purported to clear up, once and for all, why there is Something rather than Nothing. It failed to make a dent in this age-old riddle, despite Richard Dawkins‘ (who isn’t even an ex-Physicist) half-cocked back cover blurb review declaring the now certain and indisputable removal of deities, religions, Creation, or Theism of any sort from any future human contemplation. Krauss’ main rhetorical maneuvers in his argument involved monkeying around with the definition of ‘nothing’ while relying upon Physics man-splaining to obfuscate the obvious. This story happens a few years later…
True, not fictionalized, to the best of my recall. (Because the memory function rapidly deteriorates immediately upon crossing the membrane from sleeping to waking — the sudden influx of sensory inputs taxes one’s will in an overpowering way.)
A Novella in installments, tracing the intermingling autobiographies of a boy and a violin, spanning over a century. The previous episode is right here. To find any episode, look here.
(The protagonist posing with some old friends: a Japanese shakuhachi, A Zimbabwean mbira, and a good ol’ American jaw harp.)
(13) – Widowed in the Cupboard, NJ, 1959
A Novella in installments, tracing the intermingling autobiographies of a boy and a violin, spanning over a century. The previous episode is right here. To find any episode, look here.
(The protagonist posing with some old friends: a Japanese shakuhachi, A Zimbabwean mbira, and a good ol’ American jaw harp.)
(11) – Becoming Iain’s Favorite, Albany, 1901
Winter dreams seem to pierce reality almost like advisories or clairvoyance; but summertime dreams bind to no specific time or space, comforting objective emergency in sweet blankets of sensuality…
More than one kind of tempter dwells in this space; you must trust your intuition as something more than what is obvious in order to gradually learn to distinguish them in your being…
These things happen, more often than you’d think, but it takes courage to pay them attention…
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