Sunday, October 14, 2018

Whatever the Question, Love is the Answer

In the late 1980s, Lieserl, the daughter of the famous genius, donated 1,400 letters, written by Einstein, to the Hebrew University, with orders not to publish their contents until two decades after his death. This is one of them, for Lieserl Einstein.
…”When I proposed the theory of relativity, very few understood me, and what I will reveal now to transmit to mankind will also collide with the misunderstanding and prejudice in the world.
I ask you to guard the letters as long as necessary, years, decades, until society is advanced enough to accept what I will explain below.
There is an extremely powerful force that, so far, science has not found a formal explanation to. It is a force that includes and governs all others, and is even behind any phenomenon operating in the universe and has not yet been identified by us.
This universal force is LOVE.
When scientists looked for a unified theory of the universe they forgot the most powerful unseen force.
Love is Light, that enlightens those who give and receive it.
Love is gravity, because it makes some people feel attracted to others.
Love is power, because it multiplies the best we have, and allows humanity not to be extinguished in their blind selfishness. Love unfolds and reveals.
For love we live and die.
Love is God and God is Love.
This force explains everything and gives meaning to life. This is the variable that we have ignored for too long, maybe because we are afraid of love because it is the only energy in the universe that man has not learned to drive at will.
To give visibility to love, I made a simple substitution in my most famous equation.
If instead of E = mc2, we accept that the energy to heal the world can be obtained through love multiplied by the speed of light squared, we arrive at the conclusion that love is the most powerful force there is, because it has no limits.
After the failure of humanity in the use and control of the other forces of the universe that have turned against us, it is urgent that we nourish ourselves with another kind of energy…
If we want our species to survive, if we are to find meaning in life, if we want to save the world and every sentient being that inhabits it, love is the one and only answer.
Perhaps we are not yet ready to make a bomb of love, a device powerful enough to entirely destroy the hate, selfishness and greed that devastate the planet.
However, each individual carries within them a small but powerful generator of love whose energy is waiting to be released.
When we learn to give and receive this universal energy, dear Lieserl, we will have affirmed that love conquers all, is able to transcend everything and anything, because love is the quintessence of life.
I deeply regret not having been able to express what is in my heart, which has quietly beaten for you all my life. Maybe it’s too late to apologize, but as time is relative, I need to tell you that I love you and thanks to you I have reached the ultimate answer! “.
Your father Albert Einstein

Sunday, October 7, 2018

How it Happens by Katie Wagner

I need to talk about what happened to me today. I don’t want to, but I need to.
I had just walked into the empty skate park. I knew friends were meeting me but they hadn’t arrived yet and I didn’t know when they would. It’s fenced in and gated and there is exactly one entrance/exit, a fact I was acutely aware of because as a woman who exists in this world, that’s the kind of thing you are conditioned to notice quickly.
Two men were walking along the fence outside the park and one said, “You’re gonna skate?”
What I wanted to say was, “Would I be here if I wasn’t going to skate?”
What I actually said was, “Yep...”
I regret not saying the words I wanted to.
I sat on the ground and opened my gear bag to change my wheels when I heard a voice behind me. “Oh, you not *skating*, you *rollerskating*.”
What I wanted to say was, “Fuck off.”
What I actually said was, “Man, it’s all skating.”
I regret not saying the words I wanted to.
He stood between me and the one gate in, which was also the one gate out. My only escape. A fact I was acutely aware of because because as a woman who exists in this world, that’s the kind of thing you are conditioned to notice quickly. He stood so close to me that his shoe touched my leg and I scooted it away so that he wasn’t touching me anymore. He moved closer. If I had looked up at him I would have literally been face to crotch.
What I wanted to say was, “Get the fuck out of my personal space.”
What I actually said was nothing.
I regret not saying the words I wanted to.
He picked up one of my wheels and said, “What kind of bearings are these?”
What I wanted to say was, “Don’t touch my shit and get the fuck away from me or it’ll be a bearing that’s embedded in your skull.”
What I actually said was, “Cheeseballs.”
I regret not saying the words I wanted to.
He made small talk about bearings.
What I wanted to say was, “Leave me alone. I’m here to skate not be bugged by fuckboys.”
What I actually did was give him one word answers while I looked down at my skates and continued to change my wheels.
I regret not saying the words I wanted to.
He said, “You got a name?”
What I wanted to say was, “None of your fucking business.”
What I actually said was, “Katie.”
I regret not saying the words I wanted to.
He said, “You got an instagram?”
What I wanted to say was, “It doesn’t matter because I’m not giving it to you and it’s inappropriate and predatory to ask someone you don’t know for personal information.”
What I actually said was, “N-n-n-no.”
I regret not saying the words I wanted to.
He said, “You got a number?”
What I wanted to say was, “Seriously? Leave me the fuck alone. I’m not interested. Go away.”
What I actually said was, “I have a boyfriend.”
I regret not saying the words I wanted to.
He said, “Damn girl, I was just shooting my shot. Bye.”
What I wanted to say was, “You don’t just have the right to shoot your shot whenever you feel like it with whomever you feel like it with no regard for boundaries, personal space, or any kind of respect or human decency. You are not entitled to my time or attention. Walk away and think twice about the next shot you want to take.”
What I actually did was hold my breath until he was gone and collapse in relief when he and his friend drove away.
I regret not saying the words I wanted to.
I don’t think I took another breath until I heard my friends’ voices coming around the corner and I knew I wasn’t alone anymore.
Guys, it is not women’s jobs to teach you how to act but here I am doing the emotional labor so please listen. LEAVE US ALONE. If we’re alone, minding our own business, doing our own thing, living our lives, leave us alone. If you approach us, block our only exit, stand over us, force us to engage with you, come into our space, touch us or our belongings, we WILL see it as threatening and predatory. You think we’re being coy when we avert our eyes and give you short answers? WE AREN’T. We are scared senseless because while you might think you’re a decent guy who’s just trying to talk to a pretty girl, to us you look exactly the same as the guy who reached up our dress at that afterparty or the one who catcalled us while we walked down the street or the one held us down in the dark. You all look the same. Do you know what it’s like to live your life not being able to spot the difference between the guy who will back down gracefully and the one who will literally murder you because you bruised his ego with a, “Thanks but no thanks.” Women are conditioned to deescalate. We are conditioned to stroke men’s egos and let them down gently so as not to anger them. We know that the easiest way to get a man to leave us alone is to tell him that we have a boyfriend because he cares more about respecting another man’s property than he does about respecting a woman’s wishes.
Every word I didn’t say burned like acid and turned to ash in my mouth.
I regret not saying all the words I wanted to say but I didn’t know where that guy’s friend was, I didn’t know if he had a weapon on him, I didn’t know when my friends were going to get there, I didn’t know if he was the kind of person who was going to hurt me for turning him down. For him, I’m sure it was just another conversation with another bitchy girl who didn’t want to give him the time of day. I’m sure he’ll tell his friend that, yeah, that girl was cute but she was a cunt. I’m sure he’ll forget about the interaction by next week. But for me, it was another time I bit my tongue to avoid maybe being assaulted. And that’s the reality of being a woman who exists in this world. So next time you want to flirt with a cute girl, maybe just shut up and keep walking.

Tuesday, October 2, 2018