Early this morning there was another crash. Bean was second on the scene.
Bugs checks out the third dimension from behind.
Gravity, it seemed, had prevailed.
There was nothing to be done about it.
There may have been damage done to the wall.
Yes, there may have been.
Bean righted the situation as best achievable under the circumstances. Bugs pondered them.
What is the true nature of gravity?
Bugs consulted Granddaddy Gravity: Sir Isaac Newton.
This passage in Newton’s memoires gave Bugs pause. He found it strangely resonant, on the subject of Bean’s persistent inability to understand (understand Bugs? Newton? gravity? strange attractors? which? we may never know):
“I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.”
Bugs would like you all to know that the Royal Society has invited him to address the October 2011 Discussion Group. If you’re in London then, do stop by. The topic is: “Emergent magnetic monopoles in frustrated magnetic systems.”
The thesis is, of course, self-evident.
Bean has little patience for any of this. What she really wants to know is: