The Return of the Time Crystal

Here it is again. I am trying to capture the real colors and the shine in the crystal. What a failure.

It is indeed 2016. I don't know how old this mineral is. I don't know how long it took to crystallize, to take shape. I wonder who the owner of the other half is. Is the person male or female, or even a like-minded visitor of the blogger-sphere, blogosphere, blogsphere, or whatever you call it.

So, owner of the other half of the time crystal. If you are reading this, don't hesitate and comment this post, together with a photograph of the other half.

This SiO2 variation is my philosopher's stone. 

By the way the top half is not cut in a straight way. That again makes me think of politics. It is good that the time crystal is in my hands and not owned by a powerful general of the IS, US or the like.

Winter is coming, the zombies of old are crawling out of their graves, they are combing their tiny moustaches and are calling for their followers again. Always leaders, always followers.

I am not afraid, because my crystal will survive all that, polished and shining.

One day, after the darkness is over, and winter gone again, someone else will appreciate it's structure and write another poem about it.

In the meantime I am enjoying autumn, the few days during the year in which temperature is in some balance between the freezing cold and the boiling hot.

I am calling out to my friends to be mild mannered with the idiots who run that planet, and to clean their own teeth and shine their own shoes as long as there is nothing else to do.

Now that I am rereading all this I am discovering that there is no story line in this post.

If you want that - I mean a story line -  I can recommend Ian Banks' "Stonemouth".

For all others I ask you to help me find the other half of my time crystal.

Time Crystal

This picture of my favorite mineral cannot keep me from going to the living room to have dinner...

So one day later I am back. I have forgotten what I wanted to write yesterday. What a shame.

Under pressure, forced to be productive I have to make up something new.

Also close to my time crystal my wife is being annoyed by searching the internet for a new printer. A rather pragmatic aspect of life, although it makes me think about the inbuilt obsolescences in modern technical devices. What a shame, too.

By the way it is really a picture of my favorite stone, not a modern art painting or some pixels I glued together with Photoshop. It could also be the picture of a nebula in the outskirts of our galaxy. It is not. It is an agate crystal. Maybe even an onyx. SiO2 for sure.

The structure of its layered crystallization has trapped time itself. It is another clock: a timeless one, an almost eternal one.

One day, when our universe has contracted again, it might look like this, although the necessary observer might be gone by then.

Funny that quartz also determines the phase of so many clocks on our planet. But this is another story.

Caught between the McDonaldization of Society  and my timeless time crystal I am wondering when dinner will be today.

Too many people on this planet are wondering if there will be any dinner today, too many are sure that there will be none. I wish more of them would be able to ask the questions that am entitled to pose.

But this is also another story.

What a shame.