Once upon a time we all imagined the universe as instantaneous: the sun shines, we see it: now, not six or eight minutes later.
God said, Fiat Lux. That is in the Latin Bible he did, the Catholic Bible. In the Jews’ Bibles he would have said something in Hebrew I presume: Let there be light: in Hebrew. I don’t know, I don’t know any Hebrew.
But these days I worry much less about the Creation than I do about Judgment. Will Judgment — I can’t wait — be instantaneous? its velocity infinite? Will the judged know the judgment at the moment of judging?
Will the evictee know she’s evicted at the same moment that the landlord asks the judge to evict her? Will the sheriff deliver the notice in that same instant? simultaneously?
Are tides always incremental? Or could it be high tide at time1 and low tide at time2 with no time at all between one and two?
When God gives Canaan to the Jews will it belong to the Jews that same instant? Shouldn’t the Cananites have a day or two to move out?
If God says, “This is my son in whom I am well pleased,” shouldn’t everyone in the universe hear it? Before Jesus is crucified?
What if God says This is my son at Time1 and sound travels at the speed of sound, what, several hundred miles an hour? and God, in heaven, is fourteen billion light years away from earth, and Herod and Caiaphas and Pilat can’t hear what God says till fourteen billion years later on earth?
No! I’m sorry! That’s confusing the velocity of sound with the velocity of light: sound is glacially slow compared to light. The image of God speaking might arrive on earth only fourteen billion years later on earth but the sound of God voice would come, I don’t know, I’m no mathematician, billions and billions and billions of times later.
See, the reason I want to know is, I want to know if, the morning Judgment arrives if the tides of justice will rip us apart all in an instant, Washington DC will be ripped from the kleptocrats and restored … to whom? (the natives are all dead).
So hold everything. What we need for Judgment is not just for time to hold still but for time to run backwards: way-backwards. Before matter can be judged shouldn’t anti-matter get a fair hearing?
And what about friction? The Algonquin says, “I own that bit of Manhattan,” and CitiBank says “I own that bit of Manhattan,” and God says “I own that bit of Manhattan: and all the rest of it too …”
What about friction? Wouldn’t the whole cosmos incandesce before any judgment could be heard on anything?
I don’t know. But I still dream that one morning I’ll wake up, look out the window, and not see any neighbors, or any traffic bureau down the road. And it’s a beautiful morning, and I anticipate meeting people who’ll actually know who I am, for the first time in my life! and it will be possible for facts to exist: for us to know sound and light truly, to know God, and the universe … and be right.
Damn, I’m pleased with that! Scribbled almost as fast as I can type, and spelling and typos corrected very damn little. A tiny bit of tail spilled over, but I won’t attempt to merge: I love it just the way it is.
Of course more could be said. Good. Say it yourself.