This too shall pass ... Maths, Gas, Love. /January 24, 2014

This week I have experienced the literary equivalent of love at first sight. I have stumbled across a book called Love and Math by a chap called Edward Frenkel and having read the preface alone I feel besotted. It's not often I put on after-shave to read a book but this one feels special and I would hate a small matter of personal hygiene to disrupt a potentially beautiful experience. To quote from the preface:

This book is about love. Once, I had a vision of a mathematician discovering the "formula of love," and this became the premise of a film Rites of Love and Math. Whenever I show the film someone always asks: "Does a formula of love really exist?".

My response: "Every formula we create is a formula of love."

Wow, every formula we create is a formula of love. That makes me feel a lot better about the intestinal gas which seems to have taken up squatter's rights in my small intestine. A big fan of the holographic universe theory and as above so below, it would appear that the attention on fracking has been unearthing hidden pockets of gas within us all.

I am not keen on the term Ascension Symptoms but I guess that as we move into higher dimensional spaces, we find ourselves in less dense environments there is bound to be an expansion. Why not an expansion of intestinal gas....exactly the same as sitting on a plane for hours! Our bodies are working hard to adjust to the magnetic and dimensional shifts (whether noticed or not) so try to be relaxed about any discomfort.

I mention Gas as it has been the experience of quite a few who are brave enough to mention it, along with a disorientation, light headedness and a slight nausea. Don't be too hard on yourself if you are finding less than sociable means of self expression....would it be too corny to say "This too shall pass". 

The knowledge that even wind is the product of love some how makes it slight less uncomfortable!

Love

Bill