Lately, Google Blogger has contended with a stubborn glitch. I can't consult my dashboard reader list for new posts from those I follow except for the most recent one, and one only. Neither, I gather from visiting their Help Forum, can half the world. The world, in this context, is the closest representative available of the rest of the entire universe. Something tremendous, then, is wrong with the universe. Run!
Where does one run?
To the garden, obviously, because Nature is a universal language. We live in a universe located at the convergence of two continua: one electromagnetic; the other, gravitational. In Normaphoto above, we see a flotilla of sub-space fields passing the lens. Because we already deal with length, breadth, depth and duration in our plenum, the sub-space fields allow the propagation of new plena without engulfing us in an embarrassment of extra dimensions. I position myself at the hedge and address other universes, which I have labeled, A through K and ??:
A-K : Hi!
Geo.: Hi, little universes! I have a question.
A-K: Make it snappy, we got our own problems.
Geo.: Like what?
A-K: Like we're so small, people on our planets have to carry long poles to poke other planets back into the sky when they get too close.
Geo.: What happens if they collide?
A-K: Let's just say Life shouldn't be something that only happens when no one is around.
Geo.: I don't understand.
A-K: Maybe you're an idiot.
Geo.: Am not. I been to college. I took English 1-B!
A-K: So what did you learn?
Geo.: That Tennyson is not an antibiotic.
A-K: What's your question?
Geo: Something's wrong with Google, ideas?
A-K: Oh, same thing that's wrong with your whole world. Everything's pinned to the moment and your history's leaking.
Geo.: Leaking? Where?
A-K: We don't know, get a telescope, point it up and look for a really big oily spot.
Geo.: Well, what about the continuum labeled "??". Should I ask it?
A-K: Go ahead, he's an idiot too.
Geo.: What's he like?
A-K: Kind of a loner. By grouping, we assist in his isolation even though we don't approve of it.
Geo.: Ok! ??, what's wrong with Google?
??: Huh? I don't know. Why don't you ask your grandson?
??: Your grandson. Just pull back a bit and get the whole picture:
??: At least! Maybe three or four doxes, but don't take my word for it; the future is where everything really comes from, including the past. Now how do I get past the hedge without popping?
Geo.: Don't know. Never done it.