The Greatest Thing We Can Do . . .
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... and Clawdia's shenanigans
Shadow, the very unofficial hospice cat, has emerged out of nowhere again. Pitch-black with no markings at all, and huge emerald green eyes. No one knows where he comes from or when he will come. He just appears when he pleases, knowing that when he does he will be made a huge fuss of by everyone who meets him. He's large, clearly looked after by someone, someone who probably has no idea of the humanitarian (or feline-tarian?) missions he goes on throughout the day. (p. 19)We Are All Made of Stars ~ by Rowan Coleman, 2015, fiction (England), 8/10
You know where you are with a cat. Cats don't believe in God either, now I come to think of it. It's a good rule of life, I think, not to take anything seriously that a cat doesn't. (p. 89)
"He [Mikey] likes to pretend he's tough, but he loves it when Ninja is here at bedtime. I think he lets Ninja sleep on his pillow to protect him from zombies," she says. "I wonder whose cat he is." ... "He's my cat," I confess, and Sarah laughs, and then bites her lip when she sees my deadpan expression. "Seriously? What, you're not joking?" (p. 196)
She opens the door to where my lost mother is sleeping. And the strangest thing happens. Jake, my cat, looks up as I enter the room and gets off the bed and trots toward me. I bend down and scoop him up into my arms, heartened and confused at the same moment. How can Jake be here? "That's Shadow," Stella whispers, stroking his head. "He visits us all the time." I want to tell her that this is not Shadow, or Ninja, but Jake, strange, mysterious Jake. (p.296)
Covering subjects ranging from the personal to the wholly scientific, this is a collection of his essays and other pieces, revealing Stephen Hawking as a scientist, a man, a concerned world citizen, and an imaginative thinker. He recalls his first experience of nursery school, punctures the arrogance of those who think science can best be understood only by other scientists, explores the origins and the future of the universe, and reflects on the phenomenon of his bestselling book, A Brief History of Time. It's a collection of pieces he wrote between 1976 to 1992. The photo above shows him in 1989.Second, I want to point to an article suggesting that Hawking departed this world on "the most relevant day of the year." Not only is March 14th called Pi Day (actually, the 30th anniversary of celebrating that day worldwide), but it's also Einstein's birthday. What a great sense of humor this mathematician had, huh? Even on the day he died.
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Dear Len,Summary of the book:
Well, if you are reading this, it's happened. And I suppose that I ought to be glad, and so should you.
Married to a soldier who has returned from Afghanistan injured in body and mind, Stella Carey leaves the house every evening. During her nursing shifts, Stella writes letters for her patients to their loved ones — some full of humour, love and practical advice, others steeped in regret or pain — promising to post them after their deaths. Until one night Stella writes the letter that could give her patient one last chance at redemption, if she delivers it in time.
This book blends science and spirituality to see whole truths that "make all things new." Its aim is to help us realize that we who are people of faith cannot continue to practice our faith in isolation anymore. A quantum universe is telling us that we are all connected; that the God of one is the God of all; that diversity is a blessing; that the suffering of any of earth's people or any part of the planet is a desecration to us all. The benefit of the book is that it encourages us to look at life through a new lens that will help us see more than we have ever seen before. It is one of those rare books on quantum science that transcends information and offers us a way of transformation.But back to Stephen Hawking. On the table in the lobby where I live, there's a box of cards with questions we can ask each other. One day recently I pulled out one that said something like "If you could be assistant to anyone, who would it be?" I immediately thought of Stephen Hawking. He probably wouldn't have wanted me, unversed as I am about physics and quantum theory, but his thinking fascinates me. I'll miss his ideas, and I thank him for writing so lucidly for lay readers about a field as deep as quantum physics.