Standing atop Flagstaff mountain, one of the highest points in Boulder Colorado, I feel anchored. Immovable.
And yet I am intellectually aware that is but an illusion. That I am actually held by gravity to a single point on a huge sphere spinning at 24,000 miles an hour while rotating around a 584,000,000 mile arc at 67,000 miles an hour. From my vantage point that could all be nothing more than a myth. To me, I am just standing still.
No, I haven’t yet joined the Flat Earth Society.
The point of this post is to remind us that even though it may appear we’re locked in place, fixed, unmoving, we’re actually flowing down a continual stream of changing circumstances. Like riding in a car at 60 mph. The road outside’s constantly changing and yet inside the car life appears static.
I listen more and more to streaming sources like Quboz, though my stack of trusty SACDs stands at the ready. One year ago it would have been the opposite.
What will tomorrow bring?
I’ve lived for years with the Infinity IRSV as my lifetime reference standard, but I am open to considering something else.
Fixed circumstances are but an illusion, though the comfort gained from a steady hand on a known course cannot be dismissed.
Steady as she goes but only for the moment.