redshifted, from distant, dying stars reveals
that the margins of space are rushing away from
each other at ever-increasing ratesrushing
where? a phenomena that decouples geometery
and fate while repelling gravity. Immeasurable
forces responsible for this expansion set a
wheel in motion an unfathomable sward of time
ago and here, sensate, we construct tools to
estimate the rate at which the planets will
crumple back into the abyss from which they
rose. To what end? Knowing that different densities
of matter curve space in predictable wayslike
a saddle, a sphere or a plane in which photons
travel in straight linesprovides no narrative
nor illumination on the conditions of presence,
the actuality of awareness, here and now, crystalline,
expunged of the past but created from
it nonethelessand bereft of the futureyet
unavoidably extended into it.
Fixel, in an excerpt from The
Book of Glimmers, writes, "the
movement of Imagination at first appears to
"go into" itself, but it does this
only as a prelude to a further outward motion.
This is to integrate, to work upon, even to
transform what is "already there."
Imagination needs the reassurance of the correlative
between "in here" and what has been,
is now, and will be "out there.""
The quest to find the unified theory that describes
the force that binds electrons
to a nucleic core as well as planets to a sun
has obsessed scores of scientists, but such
a formulation, even if discovered, will not
further the attempts to alleviate suffering
or to reveal the motivation of energyand
if science, based on theories that alter through
time, is the religion of our age, then we are
as much the acolytes of fiction as Lutherans
were during the Reformation.