When I was in chemistry class in high school (which wasn’t an easy class for me, by the way), we had a teacher that was easy to get distracted. He should have been a college professor; he was that intelligent.
Anyway, one of his favorite topics to discuss was quantam physics-or, alternate/parallel universes. By some stretch of his scientific wisdom and well beyond my capacity to understand, he explained that some scientists believe that there are multiple earths. On some earths, Adolf Hitler may have won WWII; Al Gore may have won the 2000 election instead of George W. Bush. So on and so forth.
While I believe it is foolish for mankind to search for other intelligent life and planets similar to ours, I am not so naive as to believe that we are the only ones in the universe. After all, God has an imagination that far outweighs our capacity to fathom His greatness.
Here lately, some things have happened in my life that have me feeling like a little kid. Earlier this year, I awoke to the sight of my wife holding and pointing my unloaded, .38 revolver at me. When I opened my eyes, I was staring down the end of the barrel.
The gun was my father’s and was passed onto me when he died. I vented about it to my mom, and a few days ago, word got back to my sister and brother-in-law. They came and took the gun for my safety. Not that I would believe that my wife would actually kill me, but her aunt did try to kill her husband twice.
Also, earlier this year, I dreamt that I was standing in front of a mirror, pointed the gun just under my chin and pulled the trigger.
While I tried to keep this event with my wife and the gun secret, it came to light, and she is going to counseling. After all of ours problems, I don’t know that I am in love with my wife. I certainly love her because she is the mother of my children, and I would give my life for her, but to say in love …..I don’t know.
Here lately, I have been thinking of that alternate universe. Would there be a Graveyard Night? Has he made better life choices than me? Is he a blogger just like me?
Tonight, while I was laying down with my boys, I had a thought of me entertaining guests. There I was, by myself. With them. Drinking wine on the front porch of a cool autumn’s evening.
I often look back on my life and think of the forks I came to in the middle of the road. Where would I be had I chosen a different path? Could this scene-this vision-have been of a Graveyard Night from another earth?
Speaking of wine, I need a refill.