For many years, we’ve wondered if we’re something like a singularity — Alene and I — a point in spacetime where the laws of the universe break down. Everywhere we go, things have a way of breaking down around us. And when the two of us are geographically close, things can really fall apart. I suppose that’s why we’re not supposed to be together.
But as I’ve watched Alene at work this last week, I’m beginning to think we’re perhaps the opposite — not a point in spacetime where the laws of the universe break down — but rather a point in spacetime where the laws of the universe insist on being upheld.
Because of the chaotic nature of the universe, a lot of the time it is possible to defy its laws and get away with it — purely by chance. But when we show up, the odds get gradually stacked against that — and sooner or later, the universe gets its way.
Take gravity as an analogy. Everyone knows the “lucky catch” — when a breakable (and perhaps valuable object) falls off a surface and you manage to catch it before it hits the ground and breaks. A running streak of “lucky catches” might prompt you to flatter yourself that you have conquered gravity — until we show up — and all of a sudden, you are a butterfingers — and the object smashes to pieces on the ground.
Too many people are pushing their luck — and luck has a way of running out around us.