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My musings lead nowhere, so profitless! While the world revolves and evolves around me, I feel backwatered in obscure speculations about what others, quite rightfully, never even consider.

For instance, everyone breathes. In, out, in, out. But how much of our breathing on this planet is synchronous? Are more people at any given moment breathing in or out? Perhaps there is a preponderance of one mode at any given moment: say, 90% in, 10% out. Perhaps true world harmony has everyone in one mode all at once: 100% in, then 100% out—a Richard Simmons Breathathon!

Or perhaps the design of true world harmony is more intrinsically embedded in the motions of the heaven and the habitual wisdom of the body. Human circadian rhythms actually have a period of about 25 hours in the absence of any time cues (clocks, sunlight/darkness, etc.). Yet the 24-hour day disrupts our innate rhythm requiring us to compromise the body’s wisdom. We are so entrained to the 24-cycle by both natural and artificial cues that doctors would diagnose someone living out the innate 25-hour circadian cycle (also labeled an infradian rhythm) as having “circadian rhythm disruption.” Yet the day on earth is lengthening. And the day will come, in a somewhat future (5000 years hence), when the actual length of a day on earth is 25 hours, matching the innate 25-hour cueless human circadian clock. (This is because the earth’s rotation is slowing due to tidal drag at the rate 2 ms per day, or 1 second every 500 days, or 1 hour every 5000 years.) That will be the moment of true synchronicity! No longer will we compromise to the earth’s clock but match it and share the same fundamental rhythm. The fulfillment of the Age of Aqaurius! (Providing future generations dispense with “leap seconds” which keep us shackled to the 24-hour “atomic clock”.)

When you look down at the ground do you ever wonder who or what you might be seeing on the other side of the earth, if the earth was translucent and your vision was sufficiently keen? This is the old “digging to China” conjecture (which for North Americans is misnamed since, if we dug through the middle of the earth, we’d end up in the Southern Hemisphere!) I do this constantly (wonder, not dig, that is)—as if I’m expecting to actually garner the information. Also, when thinking of someone geographically beyond my horizons, I often mindlessly wonder in which direction and what azimuth I need to gaze to be looking “as if” upon them. Well, matter notwithstanding, I am seeking the shortest distance!

Oh, prodigal me! Such fruitless intellectual revelry. Clearly, I am no match for another here on Xanga, our very JadedFey, whose gimlet pondering cuts to the core of reality to reveal the most beneficent concern for societal well-being:

“When I lay back in the wee hours of the evening ... (depending on where I am in accordance with the earths revolution around the sun) and gaze out of my window to the sky ... thinking consciously about how many others in alternate dimensions may be doing the same ... It always comes back to one thing (no pun intended ...) *Who is getting laid and why.* “