The baseball gods have spoken.
There are certain things that we will never be able to prove using the scientific method. God is still one of them, though we are rapidly approaching that epoch with particle accelerators. Despite overwhelming evidence cited by both people who believe in God and atheists, this debate will rage on till we are able to travel faster than 186,000 miles per second. (A quick lesson in Einstein's theory of relativity: when you travel at the speed of light, time stops. When you go faster, time goes backward.)
Philosophical blather aside, we just witnessed something that brings joy at first sight, a lunar eclipse. It is that rare tangible cosmological event. A tangible event is one that inspires awe from religious people and scientists alike. It is something that commands a gasp from you when you first see it, despite knowing about it in advance, such as happened to me when I was leaving my night class at GW. I saw the Moon, just in its beginning stages of the eclipse, and immediately it looked peculiar, peculiar so that no human would see it and not notice anything out of the ordinary.
At home, I was feeling the pulse of the blogosphere when I came across an article about the eclipse. It had a table showing the times of the precession and recession of Earth's shadow onto the Moon - the "maximum," or total, phase of the eclipse was timed to end at 11:45 pm. I glanced over to the TV with the World Series game on. It was the 9th inning with one out.
Let's rewind here a little bit. On my way home from GW, I was at a higher risk of an accident because I was moon-gazing through my sunroof (OK, OK, I only did that at red lights and extended stops at quiet stop signs) and pondering the universe. That was when a light came on in my head, Boston was playing to win their first Series in 86 years tonight! What a serendipitous stroke of sheer coincidence if they win tonight, playing with a lunar eclipse raging overhead. Ruminating as I usually do..
Fast forward to bottom of the 9th, 2 out. 3rd out, pandemonium broke put. I was so happy for the Sox and their fans, finally they break out of this long blue period of self-inflicted pyschological curse. I then glanced back at my monitor, saw the time. 11:40 pm. 5 minutes before first light of the Moon was going to show, ending the peak of the eclipse. Wow! Talk about the cosmic sign heralding the ending of a long, dark curse! What's the odds of a team winning its first championship in eight decades
(Buckner, anybody?) with its last out under a total lunar eclipse at its peak, the last eclipse till 2007?
God has a great sense of humor brimming with transcendental wisdom! If it is of any condolence to the Yankees fan, He probably was smirking when He did this for the Bambino.
Philosophical blather aside, we just witnessed something that brings joy at first sight, a lunar eclipse. It is that rare tangible cosmological event. A tangible event is one that inspires awe from religious people and scientists alike. It is something that commands a gasp from you when you first see it, despite knowing about it in advance, such as happened to me when I was leaving my night class at GW. I saw the Moon, just in its beginning stages of the eclipse, and immediately it looked peculiar, peculiar so that no human would see it and not notice anything out of the ordinary.
At home, I was feeling the pulse of the blogosphere when I came across an article about the eclipse. It had a table showing the times of the precession and recession of Earth's shadow onto the Moon - the "maximum," or total, phase of the eclipse was timed to end at 11:45 pm. I glanced over to the TV with the World Series game on. It was the 9th inning with one out.
Let's rewind here a little bit. On my way home from GW, I was at a higher risk of an accident because I was moon-gazing through my sunroof (OK, OK, I only did that at red lights and extended stops at quiet stop signs) and pondering the universe. That was when a light came on in my head, Boston was playing to win their first Series in 86 years tonight! What a serendipitous stroke of sheer coincidence if they win tonight, playing with a lunar eclipse raging overhead. Ruminating as I usually do..
Fast forward to bottom of the 9th, 2 out. 3rd out, pandemonium broke put. I was so happy for the Sox and their fans, finally they break out of this long blue period of self-inflicted pyschological curse. I then glanced back at my monitor, saw the time. 11:40 pm. 5 minutes before first light of the Moon was going to show, ending the peak of the eclipse. Wow! Talk about the cosmic sign heralding the ending of a long, dark curse! What's the odds of a team winning its first championship in eight decades
(Buckner, anybody?) with its last out under a total lunar eclipse at its peak, the last eclipse till 2007?
God has a great sense of humor brimming with transcendental wisdom! If it is of any condolence to the Yankees fan, He probably was smirking when He did this for the Bambino.
2 Comments:
Agreed. I stood next to Diedrich Bader yesterday while we gazed at the lunar eclipse on the way to kaybee's palace.
How often can you get to do that?
R-
yeah I read that on ur blog! memorable! The great thing about it is that Diedrich Bader will remember you for the rest of his life because of this cosmological occurrence. This is what ties us to the ancients, da Vinci, Newton, Plato, and beyond! :)
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