Certain Uncertainty, oil on canvas by Stacey Bakula, 2008.
(…based on Werner Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle, with these timely reflections by Stacey that I just rediscovered in my computer files. She must have written this as she was prepping to do this painting or shortly thereafter. Her words echo deeply. I found it so amazing that as her brain was literally eroding away she was listening to lectures and exploring quantum physics, chaos theory, string theory, etc. All showed up in her paintings…)
In physics and chemistry, wave–particle duality is the concept that all energy (and thus all matter) exhibits both wave-like and particle-like properties. Being a central concept of quantum mechanics, this duality addresses the inadequacy of classical concepts like “particle” and “wave” in fully describing the behavior of quantum-scale objects.
We are all a piece of used parchment. The hide of the dead, dried and preserved. Scribbled and written with all of time upon us. Some of it is completely erased. Some is still readable. All of it uncertain. And then our life is written out upon us. In some places, we are rubbed raw from happenings trying to be rubbed out again and again, in other places we are thick as if brand new and yet in other places calloused, still the remnants of animal. We don’t even start out perfect. What history has written upon us cannot be denied nor ignored when even at our best we are smudged and have eraser rubber in our hair.
We have the nature of Godds and human all and both at the same time. Whether we are alone or coupled, or among others in a group, all of our being is relevant. Value, matter-ing, is inherent and not something bestowed upon like history. This is a fact as love is a fact because it just is or it is not. One can be convinced of love like one can be convinced the world is flat, but that does not make it so. How we see ourselves, our world, others has to be as both/and. Us and Them, Holy and Profane, dirty and clean, sin and glory, all at the same time.
How much choice do we have in this world? How much of the past can we erase and how much can we write for ourself? We look one way and see something, we look another and see the same thing. We blink and see the same thing as something else. In the end all we are seeing is ourself.