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Friday, November 22, 2024

Abhorring a Vacuum


 

Aristotle coined the expression “nature abhors a vacuum”.

That came to my thought today.

I often have a hard time falling asleep as I have never been able to follow that advice, “Don’t think; relax and you will sleep.”

When it is hot in the summer I think of Rosemary taking showers in Veracruz when we first met in 1967. When it is cold I think that as soon as I get home I will get into bed with her and we will get warm.

I have this lovely cashmere scarf she gave me some years ago. I have been wearing it when I walk Niño. Of course the scarf and walking Niño make me think of Rosemary and I feel sad.

The Cashmere Scarf

There is an old Star Trek episode that is much in my mind. It is called The Mark of Gideon. I can see Captain Kirk and behind him a window with constantly moving people from one side to another. Gideon is overpopulated.

The Mark of Gideon

In much the same way, when I turn of the lights people, I knew, friends & family, almost all dead. These people happen in my mind randomly. There are a couple that are frequent. They are my St. Edward’s High School good buddies, Lee Lytton and Howard Houston.

More and more, now I dream, and because I have to get up about 3 times to go to where the king goes alone, I remember the last part of the dream. Rosemary is now in those dreams.

All the above has brought me to the realization that as a human being I cannot seize to think and empty my mind. Does Nature abhor an empty mind and non-thought? No.

I have written often here how association is what makes us human. Can I stop walking Niño and not remember that Rosemary started it? Can I dry plates and put them up in the cupboard without thinking that both Rosemary and I liked to have a clear kitchen?

There are myriads of events I notice every day that remind me of Rosemary. I know I cannot stop. Busy distractions are only short-lived. Ultimately Rosemary is in my head. 

I find myself on my bed a lot during the day accompanied by my two cats. Instead of reading I stare at the ceiling and think.With my mind full my day cannot be an empty one.