This morning I managed to sleep through almost a half hour of static-y clock radio alarm. I finally came to in the middle of someone's rendition of "On the Sunny Side of the Street." Lionel Hampton's, maybe? The result was no breakfast and hastily-applied-on-the-2-train-makeup. Add a cup of coffee (an attempt to stave off hunger) and two very small cupcakes (indulged in as part of a birthday celebration) during the course of morning staff meeting, and I felt lightheaded and dizzy for most of the rest of the day. I'm kind of a lightweight, even when it comes to coffee and sugar.
Feeling nearly high was actually a perfectly appropriate state for a Sarah Lawrence alumni event later in the evening (cue knowing laugh from SLC alums). A physics professor deftly and patiently explained the theory of relativity and my mind started to bend in...strange ways.
Turns out light's the only thing that's constant.
I don't mean that in a way that might imply that I'm weirdly using physics to point towards God's existence or lack thereof. That would be...unhelpful.
I guess it just struck me how beautiful and mysterious the world is, how my mind had to stretch even to comprehend the four (yes FOUR!) dimensions we live in, and how varied and spectacular and the mind of God must be to dream up such a creation, in which space and time hold hands but flex a bit, and light somehow ties it all together.
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