Rounding out the edges

I've just finished most of my first steps in setting up this resource and thought it best to round out the few that are left for the 1st half of the year. Yes, I know we're past that at this point, but I expected to be a bit behind. I'd joke that I procrastinate, but that meme doesn't quite cover me any more (being the father of a 18 month-old).

I'll use this as an opening first draft as well as for testing out this system's features.

I had someone ask what made for a good polymath the other day and I missed making a good point. Computing and the sharing of information online take the tendency to specialize from the forefront of study and expectation due to the vastness of the volume one familiarizes themselves with. The notion that I can't be as good as a good specialist in any field (recognizing the difference between good and great) is moot when recognizing the requirements of this 'possessed knowledge' to be merely a specified number of bytes.

I'm too tight with my time for a reason. While attached to the television set for 8+ hours a day for all those years I developed an unrealistic time equivalence quotient. My uncertainty for achieving anything on any given day was suspiciously high. Now I give myself credit for being the person I was for so long, while gently prodding myself down a path toward something 'they' call "responsibility."

There are a few things I'd imagine we'll be discussing, so let's jump in.

First up, the universe('s'):

I occupy a universe while a universe occupies me. I mean, my self and the universe are one and the same. I make the distinction because there's such a prevalent psychological tendency to believe that "we," or "I" am a private and unique brand of being and existing. I don't do that. My protons formed when the big bang cooled enough for them to, as they did for every other organization of matter. Every organism. Every species.

I don't even stay "me" throughout my lifetime. In a casual search for atom turnover rate in a human, I found 15 years as the longest any cell might stay alive in my body.

By this point I've completely turned over every cell in my body twice.

That's both funny and important because cells sometimes make mistakes when copying themselves.

Still, I'm literally not the person I was when I was three... in fact, at this point I'm twice removed!

The one thing I do have is the memory of being me and the little knick-knacks I've picked up along the way about how to specialize in this or that field. What I did and do for my sustainance doesn't require this knowledge, but it is certainly useful to have for my sanity.

According to wikipedia, neutrinos, numbering around 100 billion, pass through my thumbnail every second I hold it perpendicular to sunlight. As a being with passing thoughts it's comforting to know that there actually is something out there that could be carrying them away!

Thoughts are made of commands given from specified hardwired positions in the brain (arraingements of networks as it were) made of specifically stationed and shaped neurons, which are all made of atoms... trillions per cell.

There are units of matter capable of carrying or maintaining a specific message (eg. what it is, ie. neutrinos) far smaller than the tiny particles we're made of, and we're not really 'in charge' of them from start to finish.

Now, thanks in large part to the fact that a few people in the financial sector made it neccessary for a much larger group to know what they were doing, many more Americans know what a trillion is. (#polymath)

According to the logic that follows (apparently) from these facts, I am a tiny blip, for a short time on the world around me in the universe that encompasses and surrounds all that is in my perview (and beyond).

The notion that importance lies in time and using what little I have in a manner that might make what follows from me (which has me most immediately to blame) understand it (time) as a universally important commodity.

We are, after all, remembered of the thing we do well.

This has been the daft draft of a draught....