So I woke all bright and bouncy, ready for my Sunday morning walk in the park. Come on Gail, I woofed, enough of reading that physics book*, let's be moving, there's no time like the present!
You won't believe Gail's response.
"But Bertie, there is no such thing as 'the present' in relation to time in the universe. According Carlo Rovelli, it is a meaningless concept."
WHATTT!!
And when I suggested she get up, get dressed and go and find my lead, Gail replied thus:
"Also Bertie, our world is best understood not as a collection of
things (such as
your lead, or
the park) but as a network of
events. Furthermore, to quote the esteemed Professor Rovelli, the events of the world do not form an orderly queue, like the English. They crowd around chaotically, like Italians."
Well. I pointed out to Gail that this Sunday morning that I was not in search of a theory explaining either the universe or Italians, and that the
event which most interested me was a good leg stretch with some time for pee-mail sniffing, and that
things like
leads and
the park are definitely meaningful in this context, and that, oh by the way, there was no possibility of this event/outing occurring
before she roused herself from bed and put away her book...
Eventually she conceded the point and out we went.
*'The Order of Time, by Carlo Rovelli.
