Doodle and I were washing dishes yesterday, and we were talking about that convoluted space/time/matter stuff that you think about just to give yourself a headache. We got around to talking about how stuff came to be in the first place.
Doodle: How did God even make the universe in the first place? He must have had an insane amount of energy to do that. Where did he get that from? Who created him? God can’t just start existing all of a sudden.
Me: Maybe we’re in the Matrix. Maybe we’re just imagining all this stuff about the universe, and in reality we’re just tiny specks floating in nothingness.
Doodle: Okay, but obviously that means that we exist somehow, somewhere, and that some energy is spent in us imagining stuff.
Me: How did things come to exist in the first place? We know that stuff has to exist, right? Because even if our conversation is only in our imagination, it’s still requiring energy at some level.
Doodle: But things can’t exist, because to start anything at all you need other things, and those things had to be started by something other than nothing.
Me: Right…. something other than nothing had to do something, but nothing must have done something at some point, because obviously something exists right now, and nothing is obviously how anything started, because something coming from nothing never, ever happens.
Doodle: So, something had to exist to create other things, but that’s impossible because it couldn’t have existed in the first place?
Me: Yeah, pretty much.
Doodle: WE ARE IMPOSSIBLE!
I’ve been developing my skills in tracing faces in Adobe Illustrator.
Here’s me. This sketch was made from a not-so-big image, so details like the eyes are not as finely shaped as they should be.
A couple of Rosebud.
I’ve found that the lines extending from the center of the eye create a very realistic effect when viewed from far away, like this:
A week ago Marathon and I did a three-day trip to an area in the northern part of the southern part of Chile (not patagonia).
Finding a place to camp generally wasn’t hard, with lots of unowned, unguarded areas. The fast-flowing river that shifts land over time helps this effect.
I could yarn along describing the place, but I’ll just do an picture dump instead.
Disclaimer – I am not a fan of the Crimson Tide.
Can you pick out the zigzag pattern on the hill below? It’s from cattle grazing.
Yes, I am technically lying on a road.
Those are steers. We didn’t know, got a nasty scare at around six in the morning (complete darkness) when one of them walked up to our sleeping bags.
Ten years ago on Sunday, I was kicked out of my spot as the baby of the family by this cute little guy ðŸ˜€
On Saturday we celebrated with Doodle’s 3 special friends here in Santiago; Batman (9), Alex (13) and Max (12) [not their real names].
The boys played Sprouts and Spot it (two of Doodle’s favorite games). We also played the “Family game”. (We’ll explain in a later post).
Next Carman showed the boys how to make a few of his favorite paper airplanes, and then they had a competition to see whose could fly furthest. Continue reading