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An nth of Sight

One should not increase, beyond what is necessary, the number of entities required to explain anything - Occam’s Razor*

The problem is he’s never had any insight. Perhaps being a microbiologist is overcompensating somewhat. Looking at traces of things as opposed to the things themselves is far too easy to be consumed in. All those billions of atoms comprising millions of molecules that constitute just one strand of any helix. And that helix could be anything from the minutest strand of hair or what helps make dust.

Occam’s Razor never cut as sharp as it does here, he thought, to dissuade a remark about his lack of insight, turning away from the microscope, which isn’t all that small, and yawned.

Pieces of him in the air now. From the sound he made, the long heavy breath he exuded, the energy that took, which he was responsible for, to the thought he had; all now in and a part of the air of the laboratory around him. Interconnected. One. And individual. Separate. All so easily forgotten. Or not thought of at all. (more…)

Fiction, Australia | Comments (0)

An Aussie Sunday

As the Sunday morning sun begins to glow on Australia from Hobart to Rockhampton and stretching as far west as Perth, Australian, Chinese, New Zealanders and a whole array of nationalities that call Australia home are starting the lazy Sunday which is a ritual known to all Australians and those lucky few who have visited Australia and taken part in a lazy Sunday.

As the sun rises you will find many taking to the streets in all different directions on a casual stroll. A man in his thirties comes face to face with a complete stranger and says “Good morning, mate” In which the stranger replies, “mate it’s a lovely day.” Both continue on their journey knowing that they will greet the next person who comes their way as warm and friendly. As often is the case they are people they have never seen before and likely never to meet again.

On the other side of town sits a quiet seaside village with the locally owned fish and chip shop on your right as you enter while to your left more people are starting their Sunday off in a different kind of way by strolling through the Sunday Markets that have been set up to bring the community together and to land that one in a million bargain that everyone is always looking for in life, or perhaps just to get that one of a kind piece of local art. You can find anything you desire in the markets from home made furniture, clothes, fresh fruit and vegetables to jewelry and to pre-owned books. One never goes home without a purchase. (more…)

Column, Australia | Comments (0)

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