Back then, we hitchhiked
across long stretches of country populated only by vivid conversations,
weaving a mythology in the massive coordination
of senses and movement that we normally take for granted. Because it
seems that nowadays physiciststhose
coldblooded reductionistsare telling a more poetic but no less
mathematically rigorous tale. It is a story not of a clockwork world
but an entangled interactive world whose constituents derive their
identities and properties from one another in endless negotiationa
city, in one physicist's words, of querulous social inhabitants. In
other words, in some way the parietal cortex relates one sensory system to another,
or indeed from sinuous
strands of naiveté.
Lunch today with a journalist who interviewed the Dalai Lama at Dharamsala.
Before the Himalayas white towers and thin air, amidst the usual questions,
the journalist asked the Buddhist monk
and politician, "What are your
proudest achievements?" The Dalai Lama pondered; then replied,
"In the political field, well, I lost my country. Ha Ha,
That's the greatest achievement." His Holiness
laughed with a chuckle that turned into
a deep belly laugh.
string of ducks follow
mother's no nonsense waddling.