You
want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to
talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they
will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to
remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that
no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want
your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of
heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains
with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping
father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you'd hope that the physicist would step down from the
pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell
him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the
particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of
your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles,
have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as
your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let
her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the
particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within
her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy
will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the
congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There
may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And
he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is
still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue
the heat of our own lives.
And you'll want the physicist to
explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed,
they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that
scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found
it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can
hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that
the science is sound and that they'll be comforted to know your energy's
still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a
bit of you is gone; you're just less orderly. Amen.
-Aaron Freeman.
To my staunch Republican soldier patient:
First of all, I thank you for your service to the country. I can understand why you're probably really pissed off at Muslims, having served in Iraq and Afghanistan. Having said that, I wonder why you thought it was appropriate to tell this Filipina that old story/myth about "Black Jack" General John Pershing executing Filipino Muslims, dumping pig guts onto their bodies so they can't enter heaven, and sending one rebel back to their camp to tell the tale. You then proudly went on to say that the .38 pistol wasn't working well for the American soldiers during the Philippine-American War, forcing the Army to develop the .45 to fight the Filipinos. Because nothing warms a Filipina's heart than telling tales of Americans killing Filipinos. Just because I'm an American on paper, that does not mean I have lost all connections to my homeland.
No, Bush was not a great President. You said he was a good POTUS until the recession, the bail-out, etc. This from someone who was sent to 2 wars that have claimed thousands of young American lives; destroyed or changed thousands more?
And no, Fox News is not the best, nor the only news channel. Please stop putting it on whenever you're there.
Thanks.
“Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life.
It turns what we have into enough, and more.
It turns denial into acceptance,
chaos to order, confusion to clarity.
It can turn a meal into a feast,
a house into a home, a stranger into a friend.
Gratitude makes sense of our past,
brings peace for today and
creates a vision for tomorrow.”
~ Melody Beattie
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