Mira’s popping up in unlikely places, wandering across bridges endlessly and caught in their mystery, joining places across bodies of water, imagined realms, times, and ideas.
While she is travelling she is plumbing new ideas of physics and cosmology that seize her and mystify beyond cultural and geographic barriers.
Through digital apps technology she is playing with collaged images of place and art that create unreal images such as this one of her Amsterdam lodging using Roy Lichtenstein's artwork 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 moving toward 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 past midway. 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 math which seems to pave the way to conceptual appreciation.
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 flatness 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 around masses. Electromagnetic waves travel at a constant rate while space and time are relative and mass creates curved space = gravity.
"Aha!" she queried. "Is this why we bump into each other while walking down the streets together, constantly falling into each others curved space?" Like a pair of binary stars they've been gravitationally glued together most of their lives - massive poetic license at use here.
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. She notices that things change at different rates ... the queen still has her mews while physics moves on.
Mira contemplates the comparative realities of her day and night lives and that magical hypnogogic and hypnopompic bridge between the states.
She relishes hanging out in that place between two worlds where images and reality are fluid and unfixed.
As this journey progresses and the dazzling content of new vistas and experiences settles into normalcy, Mira is afforded a broader perspective, a different lens, one more subtle, and ultimately more real, the soup in which all of this is swimming, the context, her knowing of her experience.
She feels this in her belly as alive contentment that doesn't jump and yell for attention but peacefully lights her way through fears and into new possibilities. This journey feels like a transforming time yet she knows not what that means and is careful not to force a process that doesn't respond to her will.
She has come to feel that maybe the middle of the bridge is the place to be, suspended between here and there, past and future, why and why not, resting in not knowing anything which pretty much summarizes how she feels. Sure she finds security in her opinions and beliefs but there also resides the hard knot of separation.
All of it passes and moves on like the activities on both sides of the bridge. What if she just sat in the middle, experiencing it, watching it come and go, watching herself watching? Maybe she's looking for more of a gap than a bridge ….