Then again, there’s that whole quandary about if a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it actually make a sound? And in a billion years when all the trees are gone and someone in outer space does hear one falling, will they know what it is?
Do I just sit around and think about these things because I have too much time on my hands? Well, yes and no. What really brought this all to mind was my pondering about the nature of blogging. If I am writing this and no one reads it, does it really matter? And once launched into the universal blogosphere, does it exist ad infinitum? Will someone read this blog a billion years from now and say, “So that’s what that noise was?”
I would like to think that I am writing for someone other than just me. I would like to think that there may be an audience out there that might benefit in some way from what I have to say. If not now, then maybe some time down the road someone will come across this and read about my experiences and my thoughts, and it might make a difference in their life. Or at least amuse them briefly.
In my mind, while this is a personal blog, it’s not totally about me. It’s about living life, at this time, under these conditions. It’s about the experience of it all. It’s not that I think my writing is terribly philosophical and deep (although that whole tree thing was pretty good, I thought). Nor that I think I have – or am conveying – any earthshaking answers to life’s problems. In truth, even my cats walk away when I try to read this stuff to them. I guess there’s just a very human need to be heard.
Okay, so here comes the really sad part. I have it on good authority (Yahoo! Answers) that sound does not travel in empty space. Something about mechanical vibrations of particles and there being no particles in empty space. And “phonons” and “KE of vibrations” and the “root mean square value.” So now my question is this: is empty space and outer space the same thing? And if so, and there are no particles in outer space, does that mean that no one ever needs to dust out there?
Maybe I should stop pondering these things for the time being. I am getting a headache, and now that I’ve thought about dusting I am noticing all the particles that have been collecting around here. If there really is anyone reading this, my cats would like to express their condolences. And if you’re reading this a billion years from now and don’t know what a cat is, it’s a collection of furry particles that likes to sit and pretend it’s pondering deep thoughts, when in reality it’s just ruminating on its next hairball.
Maybe I was a cat in a past life.