A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…
I was chatting with a physics buff the other day, musing about the bounds of the universe and our understanding of it. I got a much-appreciated lesson in the theories of modern cosmology, but was also taken aback by his level of comfort with that state of the truth. He gave the impression that science was well on the way to figuring all this out. And there were mathematical models to prove it.
Hmmm. I’m not convinced. Sure a formula might resolve based on the world we can observe (with tweaks to fix what doesn’t work). But I’m going to guess based on history that we’ve had only a peek at what is.
In fact, a thousand years from now the Big Bang Theory may be viewed as comedy.
I believe for the bigger picture you need a little poetry. Imagery of what can’t be. A spark to drive the machinery.
Captain Kirk to lead Mr. Spock.
Imagination to write the book.
That’s what the Lore is all about.
[Photo credit: my friend Michael Leacher ~ A cairn from coastal Maine]