That’s part of what Professor Brian Cox was on about on Sunday evenings a few months ago, on the BBC programme Wonders of the Universe, as he wafted about the world in a D:ream; in case you missed it.
It’s a minor miracle in itself that I ever watched the programme (but now I want the box set). Until quite recently I would have been vehement in my hatred of such scientific subject matter. In Physics at school I used to beg to be allowed to sit at the back and copy out of the text book, rather than participate in experiments. Well they called them experiments, but they weren’t really as everyone pretty much knew what was going to happen in any case.
My teenage self-study of the Sciences at school resulted in my achieving a Physics CSE at the giddy heights of a grade 2 – which far outstripped my performance in the other Sciences (Chemistry/Biology) where I scraped through with a pair of 3s.
Anyway, lately I have found the world of Physics fascinating. I don’t understand it much, I have to read the same page a few times when I tackle any book on the subject, but every little piece of information I do manage to glean is utterly mind-expanding and entirely absorbing.
The stardust in the blog title comes from this assertion: all atoms were created in the heart of a star. That’s all the atoms that make up us, the world, everything in it, our universe and all those beyond. We were born in the death of an exploding star and when we die our atoms will return to the universe. Now I have spent hours and hours in church and never once found a smattering of comfort in the religious narrative of creation. The Wonder of the Universe has far more resonance – what a pity we couldn’t have done that in CSE Physics Mr Butterworth.
The obvious song to put up would be the Joni Mitchell ‘Woodstock’ but I have to confess I am disappointed with the lyric spoiling hard science with religious references and, actually, I hate the tune. Let’s have Prof. Bri Cox (soon to gig at Glasto) instead.
Oh no let’s not. It’s an awful song.
Here you two, remember the trips to see Ian @ the Vortex? And were either of you in da house when Seal popped in in that big old ankle-length ethnic knit? Not much by Ian on the old You Tubester, so this will have to do. Oh and don’t forget all that Heavy Metal and Folk Vinyl over the road in that second-hand record shop (what was it called?), notwithstanding the fact I found it cheaper to borrow it from the library and forget to take it back. Ever…