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And indeed there will be time. Time for you and time for me.
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions.
And indeed there will be time.
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Disturb the universe?
“Eliot and Parker have a very specific relationship. It’s not
brother/sister, it’s not boyfriend/girlfriend, but it is I know the pain you’re carrying because I carry a version of it. And Eliot, in a lot of times, is the only one who can reach across to her across that gulf.” - John Rogers, ‘The Long Way Down Job’ DVD Commentary
saw someone mention a derry girls/yellowjackets au and listen michelle would suggest cannibalism the second the plane hit the ground. they wouldnt need to run out of food she would immediately be like “well sorry james looks like we’re gonna have to eat you.” erin would care more about missing a concert than being stranded. clare’s having a panic attack. they find out after only like a week that orla’s known a way out this whole time and told no one cause they never asked.
So now I have to deliver a quiet lecture on the Standard Model every night. He loves lists of things, like all the streets home from daycare, or the train stations between here and Central, so he loves hearing the list of leptons and quarks and bosons.
Alas I ran out of room for antimatter, colour charge and confinement, but hey, maybe there can be a second poster later.
It’s funny though — on the surface of it, it seems like it must be far too advanced for a 3yo. But when you think about it, quarks and leptons are no more or less real to him than, say, dinosaurs or planets, and he loves those too. And he recognises the letters on the particles.
I am absolutely overwhelmed by the kind and sweet things people are saying about this, thanks everyone ❤️
Addendum: he has really grasped onto the “everything is made of atoms” part of this, so tonight he listed just about every object he could think of and asked if it was made of atoms.
“And my bed?” Yes, and your bed. “And that wall?” Yep. “And the armchair?” Yes, the armchair too. … … “And… the book case?” Y—
“And my home?” Yep, the whole apartment block. “And your home? Oh wait, your home is my home.” Haha, it is. … … “But is it made of atoms?” Yep. “And… [best friend]’s home?” Yes, it is. And [other friend]’s home, and [third friend]’s home.
“Is [yet another friend]’s home?”
Update from the other night:
“Is my… is… [extremely long pause] is my atoms poster made up of atoms?” —Yes! Yes it is.
I have never heard such a contemplative silence. I think the next poster will have to be on the philosophy of referential language.
Update from this morning: after listing everything in sight (mummy? daddy? fridge? milk? cereal? table? etc.) he asks “is [baby sister] made up of atoms?”
yep!
*runs over to her on the floor* *puts face up real close to hers* “HI! YOU’RE MADE UP OF LOTS OF ATOMS! DID YOU KNOW?”
