Schrodinger’s Jesus

179058_196461980364493_5629409_nMost are familiar with the quantum thought experiment of Schrodinger’s Cat. If you are not, Google it real quick. I’ll wait…………

Besides illustrating Erwin Schrodinger’s hatred of cats, it poses the question of when exactly quantum superposition ends and reality collapses into one possibility or the other. If observation creates reality, then until you open the box, the cat is both alive and dead, once you look inside, it is either alive or dead. Pretty freaky. Now you are probably wishing you looked it up.  Or possibly your head just exploded. On a side note, you may also want to look at the “Double Slit Experiment”. But you can do that later.

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When you apply this train of thought to religion, you get something amazing. A world where all religions are not only equally valid, but can exist simultaneously. I call this “Trans-Denominational Coexistence” (That could be the first album by the band Schrodinger’s Jesus.)

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Religions differ most on the idea of the afterlife and how you get there. Heaven or Hell, Reincarnation, your Energy rejoining with the Cosmic Consciousness, the Halls of Valhalla. The problem is that none of these things are observable until you die. Once you die, you cannot report your observation and therefore are unable to influence the observations of others. All of existence is fundamentally an unlimited quantum field of energy, a sea of infinite possibilities waiting to happen. Your consciousness influences that energy. The observer plays a role in creating the reality that he is observing. Faith is the focus. Believe that when you die you go to Heaven, and that is where you will spend eternity. The fact that you are in Heaven in no way effects my reincarnation because you cannot report your observation to me, and thus cannot influence my own observation.

My beliefs can not negate your beliefs. Your beliefs can not negate my beliefs. om_mani_padme_hum

They are all possible until we open the box.

 

 

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Find the Cost of Freedom, Buried in the Ground.

581356_524316977593911_1023407327_nI wasn’t going to do a post about 9-11. I figure everybody else is doing one, so why join the fray? The more I thought about it though, the less I figured anything else would be appropriate.

I was working Private Security at Exodus Communications, an Internet Data Facility. Swing shift, 1500 to 2300. I remember waking up that morning and heading to the Dry Cleaners to pick up my uniforms. The radio in my car was on, tuned to the Classic Rock station, but all they were playing was the news. I changed the channel, more news. Changed it again, more news. What the hell? At some point I started to pay attention, they were talking about a plane crash, remember thinking that it must have been bad because it was on every station. I picked up my clothes and headed back home thinking that I would see if it was on the TV news. When I got home, the news was on. Every channel, all day and all night.

I hadn’t been home for very long when I got a call. (I didn’t have a cell phone, it was 2001.) It was the Director of Security for Exodus. Two of the planes used in the attack belonged to American Airlines. Exodus housed all of AA’s servers. Not knowing the reason behind the attack, it was unknown if American was a target and if our facility could also be at risk. I got dressed, and headed to the facility for what was the beginning of rotating 12 hour shifts. Three Officers per shift for the duration.

I remember stepping outside to smoke, and there not being a plane in the sky. The quiet was almost overwhelming.

I remember praying for the first responders. The ones whose duty bound them to run in, while others were running out.

I remember wondering what kind of a shit-hole world were my children going to grow up in.

I remember now, the freedoms that we chose to give up, in order to feel secure, and wondering if we will ever get them back.

I remember the troops that have given their lives directly or indirectly as a result of this initial act of war.11-Memorial-Lights

 

 

But most of all, I remember.

 

 

 

Morbidly Obtuse

The pit**I enjoy peppering my prose with colorful language. If you are offended by colorful language, you may choose to not read this, or you may choose to be offended, the choice is entirely yours.**

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I wasn’t fat. (I wasn’t skinny. Don’t be ridiculous! But I wasn’t fat.) That being said, I also had hair, but that is a whole other blog entry. So, I have never been skinny. When I was a kid, I believe the term they used was “Husky”. (At least that’s what it said on my Tough Skins.)

I was always self conscious of my weight growing up, and learned to laugh and joke about it as a weigh (see what I did there) to deflect peoples attention. You have no power to make fun of me, if I have already made fun of myself.  To this day, you will hear me refer to myself as the “Fat, bald-headed guy”.  It doesn’t really bother me any more even though I am bigger than I have ever been. I am also smarter, and make more money, so piss off! At forty-five I have accepted myself along with all of my short comings, and don’t dwell on it. My wife loves me (probably wishes I wasn’t so fat and bald, but she loves me) and that is all that matters.

When I was 21, I applied for the Sheriff’s Department. I had wanted to be a Peace Officer for a long time, and was a little stressed by the hiring process. I had to pass a written Civil Service test, (Not an issue) pass a background check, (they talked to several people that knew me, and neighbors.) a psych evaluation, (worried about that one) a polygraph, (lie to yourself enough and it becomes the truth to you) and a physical (well shit!).Hat

I went to my family doctor. The doctor that I had gone to since I was a kid. I think his name was Dr. Melville.  So, I get a check-up, run a stress test, all that stuff and when it’s over he writes in my chart, “Morbidly Obese”. I weighed 197 lbs. at 5’10”. Fuck you Dr. Melville! I mean, really! WTF! I was healthy. I ran the stress test until they told me to stop, not until I couldn’t any longer. That scarred me for the rest of my life. The rest of my big fat, bald-headed, “Morbidly Obese” life. Well, maybe not my whole life.

Now, at 45, I weigh almost 100 lbs. more than I did when I was declared “Morbidly Obese”. I am a grand ol’ 285 lbs. And you know what? I don’t give a shit! I am happy.

275520_501186834_947249_n At 25 years old, and 220 lbs. I married the woman I had been in love with since I was 14 years old. Raised amazing, intelligent, beautiful children and watched them grow into amazing , intelligent, beautiful adults.

I guess the moral of this story is that you can let the words and opinions of others define who you are, or you can choose to make yourself into who you want to be. Or at least into a person you don’t mind being.

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If you are still alive, now 24 years later, you can suck it.

Fat, Bald, and Happy… But I guess still a little obtuse.