You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed.
You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you.
And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly.
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be-wondered in the east-coast ancestral forest, pt 2. a past-summer flash-back.
my partner's maternal ancestry is cherokee, hailing from western north carolina. i could feel how walking through joyce kilmer forest rang deep through his bones as medicine, for these ancient trees and native fauna are intertwined in his ancestry.
the presence of these elder plant beings left me filled with awe. it's interesting to me how we express awe in english, where 'awe-some' has a positive connotation, yet 'awe-full' is negative. are we hesitant to fully embrace awe? where some is good but to be full is too much? admittedly, i seek those awe-filling experiences, that leave me not bewildered, but be-wondered.
and, word-play aside, this was one of them. especially as we are walking out of the forest, and out of nowhere we begin to hear a voice coming out of my partner's pocket. it was his brother's voice, breaking the news that 'grandfather has died'. out of nowhere, a months-old voicemail had begun to play, just as we were departing from a day of play & integration amidst ancestor spirits. it felt as if they were recognizing the loss & offering their condolences by bringing grandfather into the space, for he was & is part of their kin