FIRST
MOLTUAE: LIGHT
The
Topmost
A-listed
Blogger
(You
Know
Who)
thought
it
was
a good
way
to
begin
the
beginning
so
I'll
follow
that
example.
However
I don't
have
a Grand
Design
and
my
approach
is
going
to
be
more
of
an
improvisation
- one
thing
meandering
to
another
and
no
idea
where
it's
all
going
to
end.
So
on
the
left
we
have
the
great
William
Blake
in
1794
imagining
"The
Ancient
of
Days"
(relief
etching
with
watercolour.
British
Museum)
doing
something
amazing
with
a compass
whilst
perhaps
pronouncing
"Let
there
be
light".
And
on
the
right
we
have
yrs
truly,
definitely
not
the
Topmost
Blogger,
attempting
something
similar
in
2003
from
a narrower
and
less
ambitious
angle.
Where
is
this
leading
us?
Well,
to
astrophysicist
Bernhard
Haisch
who,
with
his
colleagues
Alfonso
Rueda
and
Hal
Puthoff,
has
been
working
on
a theory
about
the
universe,
The
Zero-Point
Field
,
which
I have
just
been
reading
about.
Brilliant
Disguise:
Light,
Matter
and
the
Zero-Point
Field
"Is
matter
an
illusion?
Is
the
universe
floating
in
a vast
sea
of
light,
whose
invisible
power
provides
the
resistance
that
gives
to
matter
its
feeling
of
solidity?
Astrophysicist
Bernhard
Haisch
and
his
colleagues
have
followed
the
equation
to
some
compelling
- and
provocative
- conclusions."
(
from
introduction
to
article
in
Science
&
Spirit
)
Never
mind
that
I don't
understand
the
mathematics
or
that
there's
as
yet
no
proof
this
is
really
the
Way
Things
Are
(any
more
than
there's
proof
of
the
way
things
are
not),
the
theory
is
right
up
my
reality-questioning
alley
and
it's
also
not
that
new:
Eastern
religions
have
always
been
pointing
to
Maya,
the
illusion
of
matter.
But
what
I like
about
the
Zero-Point
concept
is
that
I can
visualise
it.
"The fact that the zero-point field is the lowest energy state makes it unobservable. We see things by way of contrast. The eye works by letting light fall on the otherwise dark retina. But if the eye were filled with light, there would be no darkness to afford a contrast. The zero-point field is such a blinding light. Since it is everywhere, inside and outside of us, permeating every atom in our bodies, we are effectively blind to it. It blinds us to its presence. The world of light that we do see is all the rest of the light that is over and above the zero-point field."
To round off today's meditation, I gate-crashed one of the masterpieces of another awesome creator of light, Vermeer: his beautiful "The Love Letter" (1669-70. Oil on canvas. Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam). I am pretending to sweep the floor while deconstructing the scene into its light/dark patterns. Isn't it strange how tenaciously our minds hang on to meaning, even when all that our eyes see is a few patches of light in a field of darkness or paleness?
This
is
a tough
one
because
Time
and
I have
a special
relationship
- we
hate
each
other
and
have
nothing
in
common.
I don't
trust
Time
and
it
doesn't
trust
me.
Why
should
it?
I'm
always
letting
it
down
- late
for
this,
missed
that,
overdid
the
other.
Let's
face
it,
the
big
problem
in
our
relationship
is
that
I don't
believe
in
Time
but
Time,
alas,
believes
in
me.
It
believes
it
has
a duty
to
point
out
that
I have
a limited
amount
of
its
invisible
currency
allotted
to
me
and
when
I've
used
it
up,
that's
it.
Finito.
No
extensions,
no
loans,
no
nothing.
The
clock
stops
and
the
bell
tolls
for
me
etc.
The
problem,
see,
is
that
no
amount
of
grey
hair
can
convince
me
that
this
cock
and
bull
story
is
true.
Time
may
end
for
some
people
but
not
for
me.
I've
got
plenty
of
time
and
since
it
doesn't
exist
I've
got
plenty
of
nothing.
We're
not
talking
AfterLife
here.
Of
course
I'll
get
into
AfterLife
eventually
but
since
time
is
meaningless
there
as
well,
I can't
say
exactly
when
I'll
turn
up.
But
I can
guarantee
it
won't
be
for
quite
a long...erm...time.
So.
Meanwhile
there's
this
problem
to
solve
here
and
now:
how
to
stop
Time
nagging
me
all
the
frigging
time?
I've
tried
keeping
clocks
and
watches
out
of
sight,
but
there's
still
Night
and
Day
and
the
Seasons.
I've
tried
ignoring
all
deadlines
and
timetables,
but
the
price
to
pay
in
guilt
is
just
too
exorbitant.
Time
and
Guilt,
hand
in
hand,
what
a pair!
But
I'm
being
emotional
again.
Let's
try
a cool,
scholarly
approach.
Here
we
have
an
ancient
Chinese
water
clock
tower
(from
the
excellent
educational
site
