He says what I have tried to say, but so much better. I’m following this blogger on twitter, too.
We’re where the sands’ slope’s even and the tides’ speeds deceive. It’s a Saturday, and the water’s turned. Surfers, forming a shifting backdrop, aim between a pair of safety flags. Families in the foreground; instant barbecues, buckets and spades, cricket sets, windbreaks. A fine dust eddies above the dunes across the entrance to the beach. Seagulls wheel low overhead, scavenging for leftovers from fishing trips and daytrips impartially.
Another way of describing this pleasant June scene would be as a kind of chaos. At the Lilliputian level of quarks and leptons, all that activity amounts to much the same thing: an everchanging, interacting, effectively random, collection of particles, charges and forces.
To determine mathematically where any particle might be at any given moment is all but impossible. Somewhere in an atom, in a molecule of water, in a single drop on some person or thing, but always always in motion.
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