I've realized that I'll never know enough about the universe to satisfy my curiosity.
The Tunguska event has piqued my interest today, as well as human perception of time. These, of course, branched off greatly, now causing me to contemplate quantum mechanics, research mirror matter, and reexamine my rudimentary theory of relativity.
When I say "my rudimentary theory of relativity," I'm referring to a theory I posed to explain why road trips, movies, or any other essentially repetitive events seem shorter the second time around. My theory was that the first time, being a brand new experience, we take in as much information as possible; we are intellectually curious, and we're actively searching for memorable parts of the experience. During this time, we also make mental note of the "landmark" or "bookmark" moments, so to speak; on repeat viewing, or traveling the same route, we are mainly watching for these bookmarks, rather than searching for new information as vigorously as the first time. Traveling from bookmark to bookmark seems a much shorter journey than actively seeking new information. Likewise, we often overlook much of the beauty inherent in our everyday tasks, excepting the few surprises that may be thrown our way. I call this "my" theory of relativity because when I developed this rough theory, I had no knowledge of what Einstein had theorized; even now, I have only the vaguest knowledge of it.
I apologize for the tangent. Suffice it to say, my mind is running faster than I can control tonight. And I like it.
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