Time

Well here we are well into February and the frogs are still at it in our pond. They first started mating on the 2nd of Feb. same date as last year. Why is this of interest to you, you may ask and a very good question that would be if you did.

The passage of time is a medium/anomoly we all experience and share. The pulse of time can be measured in various ways from the trickle of sand, the drip of water, the swing of a pedulum or the vibration of an atom. What we all sence is that we seem to be on a stream that moves forward from the past that we remember, to the present that we experience and the future that is unknown.

Is this direction from the past to the future via the present dependant on an expanding universe? If so if the expansions slows or reverses what would we then experience at that line known as the present that separates the past from the future as time runs backwards.

Hope

I heard this poem on the BBC radio program "Poetry please at "http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/arts/poetryplease.shtml and for me it was like a painting in words of winter with the hope of spring.

The Darkling
Thrush
Thomas Hardy
(1840-1928)

I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter’s dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.

The land’s sharp features seemed to be
The Century’s corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings

Of such ecstatic sound

Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.

The God particle

Read here about smashing the proton.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/4229545.stm