Mail truck. Must be time for breakfast. About time I ate something.
Tired legs maneuvered Justin's frame to the rocking chair, where both
of his strong, chapped hands gripped the chair arms as he strategically
placed his rear over the seat, then allowed gravity to do its work. As
his ass plummeted, he was reminded that gravity yet to be reckoned with
electromagnetism, strong nuclear force, and weak nuclear force, the
other fundamental forces of the universe. Strange that he would
remember a detail like that just now. Something he would have taught
to his senior physics class and explained as best he could -- the
one-eyed, cataract patient leading the blind. Gravity, he would
explain, was the odd man out, and would be until somebody found a way
to take the known model of the universe apart and put it back together.
And when they did, he thought, wiping his face and neck again, they'd
make some interesting discoveries. So much so that our explanation of
space and time, the one that was "real" and "true" and had superseded
every other theory since the beginning of history, would itself be
superseded by something new that was more "real" and "true" than its
predecessors.
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