For something to exist, it has to be observed. For something to exist, it has to have a position in time and space. And this explains why nine-tenths of the mass of the universe is unaccounted for. Nine-tenths of the universe is the knowledge of the position and direction of everything in the other tenth. Every atom has its biography, every star its file, every chemical exchange its equivalent of the inspector with a clipboard. It is unaccounted for because it is doing the accounting for the rest of it, and you cannot see the back of your own head. Nine-tenths of the universe, in fact, is the paperwork. And if you want the story, then remember that a story does not unwind. It weaves. Events that start in different places and different times all bear down on that one tiny point in space-time, which is the perfect moment.  Supposing an emperor was persuaded to wear a new suit of clothes whose material was so fine that, to the common eye, the clothes weren't there. And suppose a little boy pointed out this fact in a loud, clear voice . . . Then you have The Story of the Emperor Who Had No Clothes. But if you knew a bit more, it would be The Story of the Boy Who Got a Well-Deserved Thrashing from His Dad for Being Rude to Royalty, and Was Locked Up. Or The Story of the Whole Crowd Who Were Rounded Up by the Guards and Told 'This Didn't Happen, Okay? Does Anyone Want to Argue?' Or it could be a story of how a whole kingdom suddenly saw the benefits of the 'new clothes', and developed an enthusiasm for healthy sports in a lively and refreshing atmosphere which got many new adherents every year, and led to a recession caused by the collapse of the conventional clothing industry. It could even be a story about The Great Pneumonia Epidemic of '09. It all depends on how much you know.   Supposing you'd watched the slow accretion of snow over thousands of years as it was compressed and pushed over the deep rock until the glacier calved its icebergs into the sea, and you watched an iceberg drift out through the chilly waters, and you got to know its cargo of happy polar bears and seals as they looked forward to a brave new life in the other hemisphere where they say the ice floes are lined with crunchy penguins, and then wham! Tragedy loomed in the shape of thousands of tons of unaccountably floating iron and an exciting soundtrack . . .   . . . you'd want to know the whole story.   

ur right, it all depends on how much u know and one's point of view...so many people, so many views...

Time is the fire in which we burn

I guess the old saying goes -- time is infinite with constant predication -- but human nature and condition is expected and prone to calculated prediction..

chet baker who? - way before my time..honestly never heard of him.. great piece... dude gots a nice set of pipes -- great voice. I appreciate the crooners.. My mom always teases me I am a young man with an ole mans soul..I am compelled to give this 5 stars. nice journal post Iain

U need a smack over the head with a frozen leg of lamb....

"It all depends on how much you know. ".......I've got a freezer full...and 'I know nothing'

Frans, Frans, Frans...thank you. You got my message!!!

Neo - that's nice and deep for a friday. have a beer (or non alcoholic beverage if you prefer)

GK - see pm

Ngairo - would so love to kidnap and rohypnol you up and let you be ravaged by a ram - some revenge for the sheep world!!!