E=MC^2

The best ideas are stolen and improved upon.  I won't claim that my understanding of the universe is better than Einstein's or yours,  whatever you may subscribe to, if you even care to conceptualize what is.

I'm more of a philosopher than a physicist, so that being said, my take on this equation will not necessarily make sense in a scientific or mathematical way. Everything is connected. People forget that. 

There are three universal languages in this world and none are spoken.  Music,  math,  and art, and they're really all one in the same. How can numbers be art,  you ask? Or music? For one thing,  they're beautiful solely for the fact that they cannot lie,  unless they're being used as a statistic. Still,  it's the person manipulating them who's the liar. 

Steve Goodman once said,  "Sixty-five percent of statistics are made up on the spot." Apparently one in eight people has HIV and doesn't know it.  AIDS is a lie made up by the pharmaceutical companies in the 80s to kill off the starving artist types in order to speed the gentrification process along. Most folks who know they have it are down to a pill a day and become undetectable, basically a remission of sorts, meaning there's a mere one percent chance of transferring the virus to a partner, even without protection. 

I digress. How is math like music? If you know anything about theory,  or you remember back when you took music class,  you know that music IS math. It's rhythm, counting, put simply. We all know that four/four beat.  Then the beat, the time signature, which may change throughout a piece to keep things interesting or signify a change in mood or expression of meaning and emotion,  the state of the art, if you will, combines with layers of melodies and harmonies, occasional dissonance, perhaps a repeat,  a rest or two; crescendo,  decrescendo,  pianissimo, forte, staccato,  legato.

Visual art varies with geography and culture,  individually even,  but it's always open to interpretation.  "A picture's worth a thousand words." Is a cigar just a cigar? Yes and no and maybe,  depending on the type--it could be your favorite cigar,  an old friend who shuts you up as you puff and cough and swig bourbon on your back porch while you give up on the crossword and wonder why you even bothered trying in the first place, fold the paper back up the wrong way and decide not to let it bother you because you're letting go of your desire for perfection,  order,  control.  Let it be. Breathe deep as your charred lungs allow at the moment.  Exhale the want for anything, gazing at the full moon, la luna rellena, and thinking to yourself that the shadows on her surface look like a man and woman dancing.

Life, the universe,  and everything is beautiful, both simple and complex,  an infinite feedback loop, sideways eight shaped road we drive: never straight,  always forward. If you turn around,  you're bound to have a head-on collision. It's bound to happen either way though. All roads lead home. You're bound to end up right back where you started from,  one way or another. 

There's a song by an Ashleigh Flynn I heard on a Paste music sampler called "Mystery" that comes to mind, but she really stole it from Kansas. We are made of dust from stars/To dust we shall return/Alive in all of us is a mystery that burns...

All we are is dust in the wind. That means she really stole it from Keanu Reeves as Ted,  thanks to George Carlin aka Rufus.

Still,  returning to my original assertion,  the best ideas are stolen and maybe not improved upon, but reimagined in a way that may resonate with you differently,  enhance your perspective on the concept at hand.

E equals MC squared, where E is energy, M is mass and C is speed of light.  E could also stand for "everything" because everything is energy. M is an object with mass, whether a person or a planet,  hurtling around the galaxy at a C for certain speed.  C could also denote "control" but we fail to realize just how much of it we truly lack,  even over our own behavior sometimes.  We create concepts like time to measure our existence, an indication of some semblance of order amid the cacophony of happenings in a world we long to understand.

It's difficult to love something you don't understand. Removing the concept of love, it's far more difficult to know something for which there's no hard evidence that can be empirically studied, scientifically proven to be the truth. 

Take for instance the soul.  CS Lewis said,  "I do not have a soul.  I am a soul." A soul may not be seen by the naked eye by most and if you say you have seen one, you may be institutionalized and medicated into oblivion, left to resort your mind all over again, rework the equation. Just crumple it up, throw it out the window,  stop counting because you cannot fail unless you try. 

If expectations correlate with reality,  throw your expectations in the proverbial fuck it bucket and appreciate your reality for what it is.  Consider the hand you hold and play your cards the best you can. Be the best version of yourself each and every day you wake up to a new opportunity to live the life you dare to imagine. That one's courtesy of Henry David Thoreau,  my favorite trascendental poet.

For every moment,  there are an infinite number of options. You can allow the concept of infinity to overwhelm you and stop you in your tracks,  but that's a trap because it can be simplified down to a and b or x and y, one and zero, alpha and omega. Just bear in mind what happens in between. You may have a short term endgame,  but then what?

The symphony continues. The road goes on forever.  The limit does not exist. 

Pink says God is a DJ/Life is a dance floor/Love is the rhythm/You are the music... You get what you're given/It's all how you use it.

My understanding of Einstein's famous equation comes down to this: E equals MC squared where E is energy,  a soul,  and MC? You define it however it best suits you. As for me,  I like MC Hammer, Run DMC.

Life is a choice, one moment at a time. Hold your breath or breathe shallow,  breathe deep--it's just a rhythm.  ABC/Easy as one two three, kick! One two three,  jump! Go ahead and jump on in. What you waiting for? Take a chance on me,  take a chance on life, take a chance on using your imagination, which Einstein says is more important than knowledge.

Our true power is our ability to move forward, beyond the status quo, and cocreate a reality in which we thrive individually and together,  within and without a doubt that God, Spirit, the Big E, didn't make no mistakes.