Mira’s popping up in unlikely places, wandering across bridges endlessly and caught up in their mystery, joining places across bodies of water, imagined realms, times, and ideas.
She is travelling in lands that amuse and entertain and at the same time she is plumbing new ideas of physics and cosmology that seize her and mystify beyond cultural and geographic barriers.
And then there are the playful artistic combinations of place and style that through the technology of digital apps let her create unreal images such as this one of her Amsterdam lodging using Roy Lichtenstein's artwork she viewed at the local Moca museum.
Since studying high school physics, Mira has understood that her life is basically a battle against entropy - the second law of thermodynamics -and she knows who’s going to win that one ... but wait, wait, now entropy is being understood as not just disorder - the inevitable direction we are all heading, but as informational complexity.
This is a real mind twister. A glass full of water on a counter in an organized state is simple compared to the chaos, disorganization, complexity and possibility of that same glass and water smashed and splashed.
Is this why art seems to be pursuing a less pristine depiction of order to more disorganized abstraction? Is this the normal evolutionary process of art, random complexity? Is messy Amsterdam a more complex version of clean and ordered London?
She always thought that humans occupied that sweet spot halfway between the tiniest known things and the size of the universe, but just learned that actually amoebas have that distinction, leaving us just a hair on the larger side of the scale. The Planck scale takes us down to 10-35 m which is more unimaginably small than the universe is large, consisting of pixelated bits of information out of which the rest of the stuff is made. This is heady stuff for someone residing in the middle of the muddle, especially one not well versed in the maths that seem to pave the path to appreciating this conceptually.
Since we now know the universe is finite, though expanding, the bridge from near to far is possible, flat and very, very, very loooooong.
So how does this relate to Einsteinian Relativity and curved space she asked her local math consultant who helped her understand by pointing out that curved space is a local phenomenon. Electromagnetic waves travel at a constant rate while space and time are relative and mass creates curved space = gravity.
"Aha!" she said. "Is this why we bump into each other while walking down the streets together?" Like a pair of binary stars they've been gravitationally glued together most of their lives.
There was a beginning over thirteen billion years ago and there will be a freezing cold, absolute zero ending of indescribable entropy/complexity. There are apparently no backsies. In the meantime there's plenty to ponder, bridges to cross, and days to experience. Mira is fine with this.
As this journey moves along and the dazzling content of new vistas and experiences settles into normalcy, Mira is afforded a broader perspective, a different lens, one more subtle, deeper and ultimately more real, the soup in which this is all swimming, the context, her knowing of her experience.
Ahh ... she feels this deep in her belly as alive contentment, satisfied understanding that doesn't jump and yell for attention but peacefully lights her way through fears and into new possibilities. This journey has felt like a transforming time yet she knows not what that means and is taking pains to not speed up and force a process that doesn't respond to her will.
Mira contemplates the comparative realities of her day and night lives and that magical hypnogogic and hypnopompic bridge between them. She relishes hanging out on that bridge where images and reality become fluid