Has anyone else ever noticed the smell of freshly-weeded Dandelions?
Half sweet, half pungent: very distinctive…
So: I step out onto the newly-sprung-in-spring lawn.
I dig up every flowering dandelion.
And the next day, as if by magic, all the remaining dandelions are in flower.
I conclude that either:
- They’re all one single plant, or
- They can smell!
I thought this must be a bit ‘out-there’.
But it’s nothing compared to the latest findings:
Peas can hear water.
and hungry caterpillars…
But the bit about growing healthier when being played Mozart remains, as yet, unproven.
An evil genius has sat me in front of two buttons: one to the left and one to the right.
Unlike the choices we face in the upcoming election, these two are exactly equivalent: neither will do anything, good or bad.
They’ll just get pressed, by me, when I make my mind up.
All I’ve to do is decide which to press.
And press it…
Now the killer.
If the said evil genius happens to be imaging my brain at the time, the brain imagery will illuminate my decision several seconds before I reckon I’ve made it.
To give an idea of scale, reaction time (the time I’d take to drop an unexpectedly hot object, for example) is under a fifth of a second.
So if other decisions – for example whether or not I hit out at someone who looks to be threatening me – are also made subconsciously, then where does that leave freewill?
To be fair, this isn’t the first finding along these lines.
And Benjamin Libet, the author of that first study, came up with a possible way-through for freewill:
it could be our freewill that determines whether we don’t go ahead with a decision made unconsciously, he proposed.
But not everyone agrees…
I’m imagining trying to describe Time to someone who has never experienced it.
Perhaps it’s a line. A road, a river; or is it more like a store of grain?
Do we walk along it, drift down it, or do we keep it in bags and use it up?
What if the shape of time depends on which language is being used to describe it?
Some cultures regard time as circular.
Thousands of cultures have flourished and died out before now. They might have had languages that shaped time in ways that we’ve never thought about, or could perhaps not even imagine.
So when they told their stories – and a story has to be built on the shape of time – these, too, for all we know, may have taken standard forms very different from our classic ‘build-up of tension to a climax, then resolution’ template.
This blog is about writing fantasy, and about Time, and about some of the things that show up when the two of these collide.
It’s a crystal…
Like sugar, or salt, or Copper Sulphate: playing its own shape through space.
Except it’s a crystal with a difference.
It repeats through the fourth dimension.
It plays on a never-ending loop, through time; over and over.
Once set up it could, in theory, outlive me, you, civilization; the world, the sun… and pulsate on, for ever, into empty space.
And yes, someone – two of them in fact – has built one.