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Category: Physics

Crash.

Published on May 11, 2026

A crash seems to be that which comes to a head at the end of motion. Extrapolate that by an infinite number of factors causing different degrees of contrary motion, then it is a matter of not if but when situations collide or crash. So then, how does one respond to a crash? There does not seem to be a universal right answer to this, but a subjective one that must be governed by reason. There is a rational checklist one can do to find out very quickly if what one is undergoing is an accidental change or permanently substantial one: Can I see? Can I feel? Can I hear? Can I smell? Can I taste? More importantly than these, can I think? If the answer is yes to the rational faculty and any number of the other senses, then there is no reason to panic over any crash.

For if these faculties remain, then the capacity to serve still exists, then it’s just a matter of gathering up the fortitude to execute the will to accept the crash, and move forward from it. There is no need to fall into despair, or end one’s life over a crash, to do so is utterly foolish and irrational. For there was never anything one could have done to avoid it, if while in motion, was on a collision course with you. Now my assumed definition of the term crash could take on two different meanings, and the principle checklist remains universally the same. We could be talking about a car crash, or an economic crash. Either way, take two, check your senses and your consciousness, if all these remain, then thank God for that, and pivot.

EAR

Rain.

Published on May 10, 2026

What is there to contemplate about rain? It is curious to think how if there was none, then surely the fruits of the earth would die, the land would become a desert, and all animals along with it. For the yield of the earth seems to feed that which roams upon, this includes us. It is most astonishing how fragile the concept is in thought: the sun races across the sky, drawing up water from their places of rest, to cumulate them overhead, to which various winds carry them to the four corners of the earth, to drop them in various places according to nature, some receiving more, others less, only for that very water to drain through the places it traversed back to its collective place of flow and rest.

How are we blind to this? What a great mystery it is, that this operation happens whether we will for it to or not. Men try to forecast these conditions, and often get it wrong. For how can you contingently know that which you could not necessarily know and track yesterday? So then it is an industry of contingent abstractions and models that may or may not be right. And we absentmindedly glance at our phones and quip: “Huh, when it rains it pours, looks like I’ll stay inside.”

Why stay inside? Why do we hide from that which we would die without? Perhaps we should step outside and let ourselves be soaked in the downpour. Maybe that would cause us to wake up and give thanks to God for it. Because it doesn’t have to rain, and yet it does. why? Because God is good, that’s why, and He loves us that is also why, and He is merciful, that would be why too. So go outside every once in a while, and get soaked in the rain; it’s real, and something to appreciate.

EAR