It was not even 7:30 am, and she already felt the warmth of the sun on her face. That’s what you get out here, even in early December, thought Amelia, as she swung her Plymouth convertible out onto the flight line, past a long line of olive green P-40s, parked wingtip - to - wingtip. Stupid really: those planes were sitting ducks that could be blown to bits by a monkey throwing a stick of dynamite from a balloon.
Whenever people hear that I’m unable to forget any day of my life, I often receive questions as to how it feels to live with all of those memories, and about whether or not my mind rests at all.
John went to the grocery store, just like any other day. Well, almost. He grabbed the shopping list off the fridge, the only part of the shopping his wife, Mary, ever did. John was the writer, the one who worked from home. Mary figured the least he could do was pick up the groceries. After all, she spent all day at work while he fiddled around on his computer keyboard sitting at home listening to the stereo all day. To her, his writing was a hobby not a job, even if it did help pay the bills.
He sits on his sofa, in a small living room, within a meager one bedroom apartment. Not in a relaxed position. On edge. He sits there pondering death. Holding his loaded .38 revolver in his right hand and an unlit cigarette in his left, between his fingers, as if he were about to light it.
Existing as a ghost is complicated, and here is why.
Science, it is the very cornerstone of our modern age and something that is intrinsically tied to our future on this planet. The wonders of the universe are vast and beautiful and leave me in awe with each sight I behold. When I witness the beauty and wonder of the cosmos I feel it not in my mind, or my heart but in my very soul like a long lost memory.
More than two decades after his untimely passing, Carl Sagan's life and work continue to resonate. The famous documentary series Cosmos, which helped to make him the best-known scientist of his time, was revised and updated just a couple of years ago, introducing him to a new generation that might not even have been born when he passed away. Yet in reading Billions & Billions, a posthumously published collection of his essays from 1997 which I encountered earlier this year, I found myself struck by just how much this particular set of his work remains surprisingly relevant today.
The brain is the most mysterious and highly complex device in the known universe, being composed of over 100 billion neurons, each with 10,000 or more possible connections, forming an astounding 100 trillion connections called synapses. Unlike other body cells, neurons never touch each other; instead, they are separated by gaps only 20-40 nanometers wide (to put this to scale, a piece of paper is roughly 100,000nm wide). Remember, these numbers don't include the neurons that exist within your body, some of which being as long as the distance from your head to your big toe!
If you type "What is astrology?" into google you'll get an answer something like this:
I have a friend, not just any kind of friend but that special friend who looks at you and knows exactly what's up. The guy/girl you go to when you're in love, scared, confused. The brother from another mother. The sister you never had. That person we all have or should have.