Philosophers have long suggested that the concept of “matter” is elusive and poorly-defined. With 25 days until my birthday may I suggest what matters now is this:
How beautiful is this Spanish handpainted headboard? Each morning it greets you with a Buenas Dias and I want a "good day" for my girl.And above her bed I'd like to hang this flock of swallows mobile (no bad haircut here):
Science has provided substantial evidence against the existence of a physical flow of time. All motion is relative, and if there is no absolute and well-defined state of rest, how do we know at what speed we flow?
Admittedly I am no scientist, but here is my Theory of the Existence of Material Spatial and Special Relativity As It Pertains to Self (academic paper currently underway). E=MC WE ARE OUR SHIT. Shirts and shoes, houses, lip glosses, hose guides, Buddha statues, the whole lot. At 25 I was an Isuzu Trooper and a babydoll dress. Who will I be at 36? And here my Theory segueways into Relative Determinism. Because Mom, Dad? Bryan? Andy? In Laws? Zoey, you get in here, too. In buying my birthday presents you can determine who I will be at 36. The above items, well, those are just some suggestions.Now if you will excuse me now I am going to close my eyes and stand on a beach in a bikini, the curvature of space hugging my pre-baby hips and thighs...