Sorry to hear that, and I hope he does turn up. Happy New Year.

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Thanks. Happy New Year back at you.

He's probably gone, and I'm afraid I'll forget what I loved about him, and this is a bookmark.

There's a short story, I can't remember the title, written from the point of view of a mother retelling experiences with her daughter, moments in time. The mother is learning the language of aliens who perceive the universe in ways different than humans. For example, there are different ways to understand refraction, and humans approached it initially in one way, and came to understand a different model for it later. The aliens did the opposite. She ponders all of this, and it is as though the time with her daughter exists as a whole story. I wish I could remember the title of the story.

The death of our universe has seemed a sad story to me. Even if it bounces back, all of our existence, our information, it will be behind an event horizon. If some information comes to exist on the other side, other sapients, they are lost to us forever, us to them.*

The story doesn't make that different, but someone I felt better about death after reading it. And it makes me want to bookmark things in life. While I'm with someone, to experience it, to remember it. Maybe it exists somewhere. Maybe it will be like I am still there at some point. Even if it's not true, I enjoy the thought experiment. I want to remember things. to help me travel back and forward in time.

(not literally)



* laws of physics may vary

Ps. Remember a possible title, and it clicks. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Story_of_Your_Life

Edited at 2009-01-04 08:18 pm (UTC)

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Aw, I'm so sorry sweetheart. That's very sad news. :(

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Thanks. yeah, so it goes.

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