Some thoughts

I have gotten a bit stuck on the theories behind Dark Matter and Dark energy. This was sparked by a reading suggestion from Tony Apesos: His Dark Materials trilogy by Phillip Pullman - Laurel Leaf 2003 . An excellent read that combines fantasy particle physics and theology into a wonderful tale of an (not the) end of the world where they actually kill God. I have also been reading parts of "The View From the Center of the Universe" by Joel R. Primack and Nancy Ellen Abrams (http://viewfromthecenter.com/) which has given me an interesting new perspective on the universe and the ability of the human mind to reshape reality through simple games of logic.

As I go through my day, I find myself watching the space between objects, the space between people and how we react to it. We never Look at the space but we Feel distance, near or far. There is substance to space and we react to it instinctively. Its a sort of social Dark Matter or Dark energy. This can also be seen in the energy that we put into our technology. I am writing now as if I were talking, as if I knew someone would read this and that person reading it has a name and a face. I have no guarantee and these words are just symbols for ideas entered into a digital world ultimately translated and stored as invisible energy . To those who know me, you may picture my face as you read these words and you may here my voice in your head but, I personally did not speak these words that you are reading. All of it is ideas there is no substance in the transmission, nothing physically created or stored or tangible but, it has an effect. Symbols are nothing without ideas to go with them.
Thought is what? A chemical reaction?
One thought given voice by one person goes as far as the room.
One thought converted to symbols goes as far as those symbols are circulated and as long as the symbols are understood by the receiver.

The strange thing about the internet is how ideas are expressed. Everyone has a chance to be heard without being interrupted. It's a conversation in the dark with with full faith that there is a real person out there listening.
No speaking. Just typing. No body language.

Hours spent focusing on a glowing box looking for answers and waiting for a reply.

I can't touch you but you can feel me.