New World. This World

Separatists or Saints or Pilgrims traveled to
this world, a New World, first on
a leaky Speedwell then on the Mayflower
aiming for the Hudson, settling for Plymouth.
35,000,00 direct descendants came from 102 Pilgrims.

Mayflower mst  quantum

General relativity says that in our universe
causes lead to effects. Nothing travels faster
than light – but our quirkier quantum world
seems random with connections appearing seemingly instantaneosly.
I’m a pilgrim sailing on the Intuition.

Foucault’s Pendulum

This Parisian iron ball suspended and wire-swinging
inside the Panthéon dome proves that Earth
rotates on its axis, steady but relative
to our turning world. It’s physics –
but I take comfort in any constancy.


I learned more about Foucault’s pendulum in Umberto Eco’s novel by that name. It’s a high-level adventure that might remind you of Dan Bown’s popular novels. Some Milanese book editors create an elaborate hoax connecting the medieval Knights Templar with occult groups and making a map that shows the geographical point from which all the powers of the earth can be controlled. Spoiler: It’s in Paris at Foucault’s Pendulum.


To be that first American balloon aeronaut,
Charles Durant, flying NYC to NJ, 1830, 
leaving Earth for a rare aloft view. 
Seeing your world as few have seen it. 
Feeling both universe small and infinitely godlike. 



Aerial view of Sandy Hook, NJ – something Durant would have seen on his way across the bay.

Durant took off from the southern tip of Manhattan in 1830. Ballooning was new and exciting to Americans. Only a few Frenchmen had gone aloft. He dressed in a top hat and tails and dropped copies of poems praising the joys of flight. The flight of 25 miles took about three hours, and he landed in a Perth Amboy, New Jersey farm field.
He wrote about being aloft quite poetically:   “Here burst upon my sight one of the most imposing views I have ever beheld. Call it majestic, splendid, or sublime, — invoke a Shakespeare’s mind to describe, or a painter’s to portray it, — they, and even thought must fail to conceive the rich downy softness and white fleecy accumulation of clouds piled in waves as far as the eye could reach, covering the earth, and closing to my sight the land, water, and everything, animate or inanimate, that I had so long and often viewed with delight. Above me nothing but a clear, cerulean expanse, — the golden sun-beams spreading over the vast ocean of clouds, and extending through immensity of space where sight is bounded, and from whence even thought returns, unable to traverse the confines of the vast field beyond. Here was a scene sufficient for the writer to fill volumes, and the painter to exhaust his skill, in trying to delineate the infinitely delicate and mellow tints reaching to boundless extent.”