Nothing in nature is perfect. If it was, the Universe would have fizzled out during the Big Bang and reality as we know it would not exist. Its imperfections are what give us it’s beauty and symmetry. In all art genres, you have to know when to leave things to the imagination, even in photography. Light knows no time. It travels instantly from its origin to its end with no concept of time, space, distance, direction, or speed. It simply exist at one point and then another. From our perspective, we see it move across space on it’s trajectory through this interwoven space-time fabric but from the photons perspective there is no such thing as time nor space. It’s a particle and a wave simultaneously. The past present and future coexist. It is why particles vibrate and nothing can reach a state of being entirely motionless, absolute zero, and why nothing can exceed the speed of light, all because the Universe is expanding, so nothing is relatively in the same place; everything is moving at an infinitesimal speed, changing position relative to this expansion. Time is a singular event, intertwined with one object, space, a singularity in chaotic expansion via division. It’s a singular event, so once you exist, you cannot cease to exist… points in time and space are simply intangible strings… they don’t really exist, they are an abstract concept of calculus to create waves and particles for us known as string theory. It’s what makes the gift of Art possible. Freedom is just an illusion to sugarcoat the consequences.
© 2018 Mark Alan
