As I drove on an errand last night, I was struck by this thought:
Ever since the first time I stepped into a recording studio [not pictured here], I've never heard records in the same way I had before. I still enjoy music,
occasionally being offended by too much compression on an instrument, and generally just
getting stuck in process.
I can't help it; it's just what happens. And it certainly has changed the experience.
So do physicists drive around
looking at the barn on their right and the upcoming stoplight marveling
Do atomic physicists drive around wondering what the infinite number of other thems is doing in the alternative universes postulated by string theory?
And if they do, do they suppose that the infinite number of thems is also trying to get laid?
These thoughts occupy me. . . .