Did he actually change his mind...
"So right, if the world actually began..... then it was created? and I mean the Christians, they want that. Right?" "Yes darling. Right. But then he, like he said himself, changed his mind. So now, no boundaries, no beginning, no end, no creation, no God. And the thing is he persuaded folks with his Brillance. Either way". The boss and I mull over the movie The Theory of Everything on the way home from the cinema. She, preoccupied with black holes, space time continuum, mathematical equation, and I guess there was not enough science in the movie for her. Quite enough for me however, burrowing into the velvety executive seats at the very end row- they were empty!- losing my self in the lovely visuals, the engrossing human drama.
or was he just.........
The thing I particularly liked about it was its delicacy, I tell the boss. The drama showed you where Mrs Hawking was going, it didn't drive you there with whip and loudspeaker.. And the tale she had to tell was worth the ticket. "Yeah... yeah.... but.... were there new treatments for Motor Neuron disease then. Like...why did he not die? And... what was that scene with the pencil at the end.... and also I mean a world without boundaries?, what kind of answer was that to how he lived without the comfort of believing in I mean God. And..and..so, is he still looking for a single equation for like everything, like he said he would find???"
screwing with us.........
I tell her that I figure he lives yet through, yeah improving treatments, but basically by virtue of a will of iron, and a vast appetite for life. And as to boundaries, that he, in his mind, stands tall and walks to pick up the pencil the pretty girl drops, and somehow his body finds a way to follow. We dine then on fish and chips, no cooking/ Sunday evening fare, the kitchen silent, empty except for the dog, listless and longing for the the excitement of noise. I dispatch her to locate school uniform, the school bag tossed on the Friday before.
Aha....
"Oh hey" she calls " Googled him! He didn't actually say he doesn't believe in God, he said God was not necessary to science. Aha. Right." Well, he has been known to change his mind" I offer "Hawking I mean. Not God. ????" "Yeah, and his books are for the Lay Man, he wants to make this stuff like explicable, I mean hey! will we buy that book. I, you know, haven't decided yet whether I'll do Maths and Physics or Maths and Art in college anyway. I haven't made up my mind!!" she adds, flying down the stairs phone in one hand, unwashed grey skirt in the other. "Yeah we will. We'll buy that book" I say.
but why was he going to America with the nurse?....
And later, just when I think its all over, the boss's humming hard drive on standby... "So.. but... like why was she crying. When he said he was going to America, with the nurse. Why was he crying too, and...why was he going to America with the Nurse, and why did she let him, what was like happening?, I didn't really get, you know..... I tell her that the Hawkings were each acknowledging the end of their marriage, mourning, looking the end square in the eye. And that it was at the heart of the movie. "I kind of thought that.. yeah," she said, "that the marriage like failed". "Not failed, no, simply over" I amend. "Yeah, right. And anyway, he was only supposed to live for like two years" she finished sagely.
and myself struck to the heart (a little) ?...
And thereafter I couldn't shift to standby either. The absolute finality at the end of a marriage, the arid space between you where enchantment was, haunting me a little. The ghosts of loved up she an he lingering on in the marital space. The harsh comfort in mourning, acknowledgment, rough gratitude for what was. If you can bear to feel it. Before you take yourself back out in the world, alone like you came in, to wherever you can manage, imagine, reach. Maybe even America?.
"So right, if the world actually began..... then it was created? and I mean the Christians, they want that. Right?" "Yes darling. Right. But then he, like he said himself, changed his mind. So now, no boundaries, no beginning, no end, no creation, no God. And the thing is he persuaded folks with his Brillance. Either way". The boss and I mull over the movie The Theory of Everything on the way home from the cinema. She, preoccupied with black holes, space time continuum, mathematical equation, and I guess there was not enough science in the movie for her. Quite enough for me however, burrowing into the velvety executive seats at the very end row- they were empty!- losing my self in the lovely visuals, the engrossing human drama.
or was he just.........
The thing I particularly liked about it was its delicacy, I tell the boss. The drama showed you where Mrs Hawking was going, it didn't drive you there with whip and loudspeaker.. And the tale she had to tell was worth the ticket. "Yeah... yeah.... but.... were there new treatments for Motor Neuron disease then. Like...why did he not die? And... what was that scene with the pencil at the end.... and also I mean a world without boundaries?, what kind of answer was that to how he lived without the comfort of believing in I mean God. And..and..so, is he still looking for a single equation for like everything, like he said he would find???"
screwing with us.........
I tell her that I figure he lives yet through, yeah improving treatments, but basically by virtue of a will of iron, and a vast appetite for life. And as to boundaries, that he, in his mind, stands tall and walks to pick up the pencil the pretty girl drops, and somehow his body finds a way to follow. We dine then on fish and chips, no cooking/ Sunday evening fare, the kitchen silent, empty except for the dog, listless and longing for the the excitement of noise. I dispatch her to locate school uniform, the school bag tossed on the Friday before.
Aha....
"Oh hey" she calls " Googled him! He didn't actually say he doesn't believe in God, he said God was not necessary to science. Aha. Right." Well, he has been known to change his mind" I offer "Hawking I mean. Not God. ????" "Yeah, and his books are for the Lay Man, he wants to make this stuff like explicable, I mean hey! will we buy that book. I, you know, haven't decided yet whether I'll do Maths and Physics or Maths and Art in college anyway. I haven't made up my mind!!" she adds, flying down the stairs phone in one hand, unwashed grey skirt in the other. "Yeah we will. We'll buy that book" I say.
but why was he going to America with the nurse?....
And later, just when I think its all over, the boss's humming hard drive on standby... "So.. but... like why was she crying. When he said he was going to America, with the nurse. Why was he crying too, and...why was he going to America with the Nurse, and why did she let him, what was like happening?, I didn't really get, you know..... I tell her that the Hawkings were each acknowledging the end of their marriage, mourning, looking the end square in the eye. And that it was at the heart of the movie. "I kind of thought that.. yeah," she said, "that the marriage like failed". "Not failed, no, simply over" I amend. "Yeah, right. And anyway, he was only supposed to live for like two years" she finished sagely.
and myself struck to the heart (a little) ?...
And thereafter I couldn't shift to standby either. The absolute finality at the end of a marriage, the arid space between you where enchantment was, haunting me a little. The ghosts of loved up she an he lingering on in the marital space. The harsh comfort in mourning, acknowledgment, rough gratitude for what was. If you can bear to feel it. Before you take yourself back out in the world, alone like you came in, to wherever you can manage, imagine, reach. Maybe even America?.
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