Universes At Large

Variations in the cosmic background radiation have prodded some scientists into speculating that the universe might be enclosed in a bigger universe, older than the one we all know and love so well.The observed asymmetries cannot be convincingly explained only by inflation -that hypothesised period where our universe threw a big, giant wobbly and expanded much faster than at any other time.
Indeed, reckons Sean Carroll, at Caltech:

“..something outside our observable universe or before the period of inflation left a relic, left some imprint on what we can observe today,”

I find this fascinating. We may be just one of a series of universes – possibly each with its own laws of physics – since it’s much harder to explain, mathematically, a once-off occurrence of universe-within-universe than to explain an infinite chain of them.
Where does it stop? Why should it? The discontinuity implicit in a finite number of nested universes would need some hectic mathematical modelling.

Speaking of discontinuities, today is Youth Day in South Africa, when we remember the Soweto uprising and the trail of ash and smoke it left across the country in 1976.
I was grateful to my partner this morning for kicking my mind out of a rut. I had always taken it for granted that this particular June 16th happened mainly because the students were being instructed in Afrikaans, the language of the oppressor. So my elders had told me-I was 16 in that year and finishing school in Rhodesia;I have no recollection of the events as they unfolded.
Well, Warren commented that he had always believed that the students were not , up to that point, taught in Afrikaans at all, and that this was a silly idea since most of their teachers were Black and would rather use their own mother tongues.

The truth probably lies somewhere between these two indoctrinations.

As for whose agenda was behind it all – if there is a need for agenda in such a case and not just action crying out to be taken – well, there’s another place where I’ve been forced to realise that the things I was taught and accepted without much question may not necessarily be so. I’m coming to a place of full-blown distrust of the news media at last, and history as published in main stream journals may not be so very true to life, either.Paranoia is staring to run rampant, but it’s not an uncomfortable place at all. Rather I’m just beginning to do some healthy and, it seems, much needed questioning of my assumptions in many areas, at last.

Public holidays like this one are an opportunity for me to take long daytime naps, play music all day, and let my mind hum along in standby mode. Unfortunately, this often results in painful searchings of my personal past as well. At times like this I feel very close to breaking into tearful tantrums, remembering the days when my son was still with me, wanting to yell gone, all gone, and it’s never coming back! at the universe (err…or universes) at large, sometimes with a ghostly undercurrent of a feeling that I’m alive in a dream right now, and when I awaken I will see all the heartache as a vivid nightmare. But I can’t live as if that were so. I’ve loaded this task onto myself, and I have to work through it.

Gods bless the youth of this country and of all other nations of the world – may they see more clearly, and act less lazily, than many of their forebears have done.

Pic: Latest with Andrea, whoever she may be.


13 responses to “Universes At Large

  1. Hey there … this was a very intense post. Provocative and somewhat telling … perhaps just enough to make me want to know more. Like, what happened with your son, if it isn’t too personal a question. I’ve been doing the retrospection, too, if it helps to know that others experience the same thing in their way, hm?Good one.D~


  2. Hi Donna,Being an alcoholic and a drug adduct, I went through a period where I was incapable of looking after myself, let alone my young son.My family kicked me out of my flat , toook over care of my son, and I embarked on a nightmare where I very nearly died. I think I’ve chronicled it elsewhere on this blog.I’ve not seen my son since then – when he was 14.He lives in England now, with my brother.It was, and probably is, the best thing for him, so I haven’t fought to get him back-and by now it’s far too late.He’s 23.Love,Terri


  3. Terri,Though the Soweto uprising of 1976 was never all about Afrikaans, the plan to enforce the teaching of half the subjects in English medium and half the subjects was certainly the trigger, the last straw, as it were, and the intransigence of Andries Treurnicht and Ferdi Hatzenberg (later leaders of the Conservative Party) payed no small part in sparking off the initial protests. The police brutality in suppressing the protests widened the focus to the whole oppressive system, and once that had happened, dropping the plan to enforce Afrikaans could not restore the status quo ante. School kids had seen their classmates shot and wounded or killed, and some disappeared into detention without trial, never to be seen again, and, as the Americans kept telling us after 9/11, things could never be the same again.


  4. I’m not much interested in what is going on out there, it’s just a lot of cosmic sex that man is not going to understand for some time yet. I’m concerned about this planet and all the stupid stuff and beliefs on it. But at least I have camping.I’m not an alcoholic, I’m just a drunk, alcoholics have to go to meetings to keep their crap together or they screw their lives all up.


  5. Hi Terri … can you point me to that post so I can read it. Just so you know, I’m on the other end of that equation, having grown up with a lot of interferance from problematic parents. I’m eager to read what you went through.D~


  6. Also … for both of you, Terri & Billy, I was over 40 before I came to terms with the way my parents made me feel. I had nothing to do with their screwing up, but I had to grow up with the way it made me feel. Please don’t ever underestimate how much your children may want or need you, deep down, even if they act otherwise. I wouldn’t expect a lot of warm fuzzies, but don’t think they don’t care. D~


  7. The term is MULTIVERSE (as per Terry Pratchett) ….. rather apt i think.As to the uprisings, whatever the details, the people had been pressed far enough. Flashpoint. We’re on our way to another, the xenohobic stuff was part of that.Peace and love


  8. Ah, Terri!I had managed to miss the earlier posts on this thread. I’m really saddened to hear about your dark times and what they have left behind–or, I suppose I should say “taken away.”This is maybe a good time to let you know that you are among the writers I respect most. I think of you as a spiritual grown-up, and I often feel myself challenged to go a little deeper when I read your writing.I had moved your blog into my “Essential Blogroll”–my front page listing of the blogs I read every time they update–before reading this post. Reading this post makes me even more glad I did that.I’m thinking of the character of Edmund in the Narnia stories… how, of the four Pevensie children, he was the most compassionate and wise as king, not in spite of the way he betrayed his siblings, but because of it… because he did so and then understood and accepted the ways he had done a wrong thing. And that he was known as “King Edmund the Just.”Maybe you are Terri the Just. Maybe part of the depth that touches me through your words comes from having walked in dark paths for a time.I’m still sorry to hear you have known this kind of pain and loss. But I feel that I have yet another reason to be proud to share a community and a religion with you, my friend.May the gods bless you.Peace,Cat


  9. PS–Given how you are feeling today, and why, I am even more amazed at your courage in the comment you left at my last blog entry. I can only hope to remember that “it’s not that everything will be all right; It’s that everything already is.” You have stood in your pain, and know that you remember it.Like I said, you’re one of the spiritual grown ups. I’m really glad you’re a writer, too.


  10. Thank you for these thoughts, Cat.I’m at work now but my eyes got a bit blurry nonetheless.Your comments come at a time when I was seriously thinkng of stopping this blog. It’s probably more the depth of the winter solstice which is affecting that line of thought, though.I’m going to get my African rattle instead of a sistrum and be Isis for a day, on Saturday.Love,Terri in Joburg


  11. Hi … thanks for sharing, Terri, I understand more of what you’re talking about now. I can’t say much about what I’m sure was a very intense personal experience, but I’m so glad you are who you are now. And I hope that you won’t give up hope on your son. It’s not my business to say, by any means, but on some level I bet he needs to know you love him.I’m sorry if I’m overstepping my boundries on this.And I’m glad you’re still writing. Don’t give up the blog now!D~


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