Every once in a while, a day takes on a life of its own. Often, when there is a plan involved. So it was with a recent Monday and my plan to see the movie, The Theory of Everything.
The day began like any other Monday as I perused my WordPress reader for a #MondayMusing post to share on my Twitter feed. The first post I read—on Core Spirit—was an indirect reference to the Theory of Everything.
Indirect references are a hint of a plan unraveling.
The post was a thoughtful essay on consciousness: the centuries old argument of how science defines consciousness versus the spiritual view. To me, this means science records its observations of the natural world; the spiritual community experiences the natural world.
Essentially, scientists seek to define it, and the spiritual seek “communion” with it. Yet, it is a world we all share. That we have unique and different perspectives should serve to broaden understanding—fuel curiosity—ultimately, it still divides rather than informs.
As for the Theory of Everything explaining all the laws of nature and accounting for all that has ever happened? “Einstein said that knowing this equation would be reading the mind of God” (Core Spirit).
To my mind, agreement upon that equation will not come readily but then I immerse myself in the wonder of the moment. Science may find the equation; some say it already has. For me, science only adds to the awe.
I was pleased at the coincidence of coming across the post on the day I planned to see the movie about the Theory of Everything.
I checked the movie’s show time once more before leaving but paid no attention to the movie theatre location. That, I was sure I knew.
By the time I arrived at a third movie theatre location, I was told the movie is out on DVD. The movie theatre employee looked at me askance, of course, but she did have to make a phone call to discover that information. We both learned something.
If I had read the complete movie listing, I would have discovered the actual location where the movie was playing at that specific time, out on DVD or no.
Of course, it was too late to drive to that location. I was not dismayed. There may be a day to see that movie but it was not that Monday.
Once home, I checked my email. Within the last twenty minutes, I had received an email from the Washington Post, asking to re-publish my piece about how a blind beagle taught me Zen. Publication was the very next day.
Had I gone to see The Theory of Everything, I would have missed being available for a back and forth email session with the Post editor. I would have missed that moment completely. Maybe, I would have missed everything that unfolded. Maybe not.
I did miss the last local movie theatre showing of The Theory of Everything. As for when I will see the movie, my name is in the queue of my public library. On another day, my name will come up. Who knows what will unfold.
KM Huber is a writer who learned Zen from a beagle. She believes the moment is all we ever have, and it is enough. In her early life as a hippie, she practiced poetry, and although her middle years were a bit of a muddle, she remains an overtly optimistic sexagenerian, writing prose. She blogs at kmhubersblog.com, may be followed on Twitter @KM_Huber or contacted by email at writetotheranch[at]gmail[dot]com.