an old writer and his words

  • THE MATTER OF TIME

    Time is a construct, the logic of which is inescapable to be sure, and yet we constantly seek to escape, but the exit is just beyond the distant horizon. We are on the edge of finding the God particle, and somewhere in time Higgs is threatening to smile, for once found, time will cease to…

    Lou Faber

  • PRECISELY

      On the radio this morning the DJ played the classic “In the Midnight Hour,” and I pause to reflect on the fact that midnight is a moment and cannot be an hour, by definition, since the halfway is only a point, not a range, and you cannot put a home on an hour, for…

    Lou Faber

  • CHANGES TOMORROW

    Tomorrow will arrive as each day before it: it will snow or not snow, rain or not rain or be sunny or perhaps some combination. At this time tomorrow darkness will settle in and the clouds, if there are any will shroud the moon if there is any, and, if not the street light outside…

    Lou Faber

  • QUANTUM DREAMS

    Tonight the Higgs boson stayed virtual and utterly massless and didn’t decay, so only the cookies acted on our teeth and that decay will fall within the Schwarzchild radius of the sink with all six flavors of quark and all their colors.

    Lou Faber

  • WHERE?

      Is it the trip or the arriving that most matters, or is it simply what you expect once you are there, if there is where you expected, for expectations are too often misplaced and assumptions reflect desire not truth. In the end it hardly matters, for you can never be anywhere but where you…

    Lou Faber

  • NANO

    If there is but a single moment this one is not the one, and so we shall each of us continue to wait and wonder if the next one is the one, or even the one after that, or one next week. But the real question is, if there is such a moment, whether we’ll…

    Lou Faber

  • INTENTION

      Today my intentions fell away through the hourglass the best, heaviest, first, followed in course by the lesser, until I could mark my day by the void left in their wake. But tomorrow I shall turn the glass over yet again.

    Lou Faber

  • VISIONS

    The small child peers through the bamboo poles of the bridge as he stares down at a turtle who stares up at him with equal fascination. His mother excitedly says, “see the turtle?” Of course he can see the turtle but he also sees an Ichthyosaurus and giant whales and frightening fish. Later, as she…

    Lou Faber

  • SUNDAY MORNING

    It is Sunday we sit in the living room each with our lattes she brushing the cat. I sat on the sofa with the Sunday Times. We are listening to radio Hele Norge, unsure why, the Norwegian caroming around our ears, the speakers noticing nothing different. We’re not quite sure how the weather is in…

    Lou Faber

  • INSTANT

    An instant, perhaps less, who is to know and how is it to measure. Time is a dimension that we stretch and shape, that always snaps back, resisting change, ever changing. It insures that this moment-place can never exist again, and the Buddhist river thanks us.

    Lou Faber