Paw Paw's Thoughts...Ordo Ab Chao?

Paw Paw might just be the perfect anti-hero...Always looking good, feline good, thinks catitude is everything and loves the lyrics, "when I floof you floof...just like that." It's ludicrous. Paw Paw is more than that however, and here is an excerpt from her journal.

Approximately 61213847 seconds ago, I was tasked with writing a piece about time. Broad topic…broad topic. Where to begin…the Big Bang? Pendulums…BC? How does one speak of something so vast, so infinite as time. Is it truly infinite? Does it define a bubble without which we cease to exist, or is it a lot more complex? Could be simpler still… Side note…the dark side of the force was never really dark to begin with. What does this have to do with the topic at hand? “Absolutely nothing,” was all the response Paw Paw had in her little purr. Allergrophobia coupled with the massive effects of Kaboy and it’s “boom! Perfect timing.” Iron Mike ran this train into the ground.

Have our attempts to quantify the immeasurable only unearthed the surface of what is? Does the Higgs present an opportunity? Peering further into this glass at the crossroads, I see Alice, trapped nonetheless. “Must we always blame Yoda?”

If you got this far and realized I might know nothing at all, please understand that you might just be right. It has been circles and bushes and this dance just won’t end...Barks on end. Let's move forward and ride this arrow of time into beautiful entropy...Best believe it gets messy. Time or at least our idea of it, isn't as orderly as we’d like, especially when you realize that our experience of it isn’t nearly as accurate as we are led to believe. If there’s any truth to the assertion that everything that was, is, and will be all exist simultaneously then perhaps both my perception, and yours while different are real. Imagine that! Time! Both quantitative and relative is real...According to my watch, there's no 'time' to waste and if there are multiple realities existing at any given moment then theoretically, I not only am out of time but also, do have plenty of it. Paw Paw finds this very confusing...must use the force.

Wait. Let me take some time here, slow down now. Give me some time here, give me a second, give me a minute, give me an hour, *h* our time is not (h)ours. In the end you don't need to fully understand what time is in order to find the beauty in quantifying it. It's more about defining the second so that when the clock is ticking it has atomic precision, its standardization, its measurements of duration, its discovery in the search for new applications. Today we’re reliant on it for global navigation and tomorrow well; only time will tell...must find my yarn now. I always think better with my yarn.