heisenberg_days ever dumbening I can't even think of a good analog in the tangible world for the way that a day of certainty immediately dissolves into greased grapes. Hold on: it slips away. Squeeze tight: a sugary black mess remains. Cradle with equanimity: the doubt supplants the peace. Change is one thing. Rate. The change in change is another. Acceleration. Watch the twists and turns, faster and slower, plotted on the checkered X and Y. Watch your breath as you watch the breath of a dying friend. Shorter. And but so then we're back to Heisenberg, shining light onto this once certain day. Whoosh. The measurements don't jive with what is right at our feet, where the wave pulling back out makes the sand under our feet feel deliriously sweet and funny and vertiginous. And back again to today, or to the day before that day, when we were so, so certain. 041116 what's it to you? who go blather from