37) Relativity

After some studious and intimate hours of note taking through my physics textbook, I've grasped the basic concepts of Einstein's special relativity. Also, kudos to my physics teacher for having the devotion to teach an otherwise uninterested class in the complex intricacies of the universe.

Basically, Einstein lays down a four dimensional plane in which we exist: length, width, height, and time. This pretty much throws Euclidean geometry out of the window. Triangles can have degrees outside 180, and not everything works the way you want it to.

If you dig a bit deeper, you'll find that the theory involves time dilation, gravity affecting time, and all mass equaling rest energy (E=mc^2).

So just how complex does our universe get?

I've come to notice special and fascinating things that occur in my life that can't be explained by science or concept. In my relatively(haha) dull life, I've made it a habit to notice the strange little things that seem to transcend understanding.

Mind you, I'm not talking about religion, philosophy, or any other concept that humanity has coined with terms. In fact, it's so unique and special that I don't think I could fully explain it in words. To do so would be a contradiction. Too bad. I'm doing it anyway.

Most of what I'm referring to comes from what we don't understand about ourselves, about others. For example, perspective. We have adjectives that describe so many things. However, this is only a widely accepted definition of what can be sensed with the human organs. You might see red a different way that I do, but we both call it a bright color. But what does the blind see when you describe it to them?

I'm suggesting that the differences between us, the things that make us special and unique, are not a result of genetics, upbringing, or observation. They exist in an unknown state that transcends you or me. It exists everywhere and nowhere. It is everything and nothing at the same time.

What I'm talking about is the things you cannot accurately describe with words, only because everyone sees it differently. When different people read a story, they come up with their own separate thought process that can paint vivid images. These images cannot be the same as the next person. It can't happen. And if it does, we can't fully explain it.

I'm referring to trying to describe dream to a friend. Can they ever know and experience exactly what you saw? Maybe, but the common response is no.

I realize that this kind of thought process is fanatical, if not common among those I know. Thing is, I doubt anybody could ever explain it to another and convey an intact meaning. I'm having a hell of a time just typing this out.

I've grown more and more fascinated by these unexplainable, impossible to understand thoughts. Yet I still wish for more to calm my brain in rigorous mental exercise. It's a good addiction to pass the time.

But what of the real world? If it doesn't exist at all, then all the thinking I've ever done on this means everything. But if this reality is true and my thoughts are the fantasies, it means I've wasted so much time.

Then again, time might not really matter.

That's something I hope is true.