What Does E = Mc^2 Actually Mean?

What does E = mc^2 actually mean?

Let's start at the very beginning, A very good place to start. When you read, you begin with A-B-C. In science, you begin with E and MC:

E, a quantitative property.

M, the mass of something there.

C, a speed as fast as light.

2, that stands for something squared.

So, if mass and light combined-

Square, and equal energy,

Then, in relative spacetime-

That will bring us back to E equals MC (squared).

That's all in a musical by Rodgers and Einstein of course.

ten minute write day 2 (yeah i know i took a 2 week break)

ive been trying to find a liminal space that feels like the ones from my childhood

you know, how it felt being at school at night when everyone had gone home

or how it felt to stand in the church sanctuary when everyone had left

or the elementary school playground on the weekends

and i used to feel a certain holiness in those spaces, in the places that we built for togetherness now full of emptiness and only my own voice echoing against the walls. Keeping me in. i never dreamed that the opposite: an inhuman place suddenly filled with me, would feel anything but uncomfortable and interrupted.

I climbed a mountain last weekend. It was raining on and off, so the air was still, and the birds were hiding, and it was too far up for the large, whistling, singing, strumming bugs. the fragile alpine zone, they called it. my family walked off down the slope to look over the ravine. I stayed behind.

it was so quiet. I've never been in such quiet. I could hear my breath and my heartbeat and if i had stayed still enough, for long enough, I would have heard the blood moving through my veins.

This is the opposite of what I had found in those spaces humans had built. Staring out at the pristine, preserved mountainside, i found myself feeling so tiny, and so huge at the same time. I looked down at the sweeping valley below, and down at my feet in boots that i dragged out of the darkest recesses of my closet for this, and out into the sky, shrouded with clouds that I was now standing inside.

it was so quiet. so quiet. no rushing of machinery. No hum of electricity. no one upstairs rattling around, no children down the street shouting. All things i usually find comfort in. all things i realized i might not miss.

i get it, now. why people just disappear into the mountains. that silence is addictive. that sense of peace leaves an ache in your soul the moment your family comes back around the cairns, rattling keychains and crunching boots. that is the holy silence i will be looking for forever, that is the liminal space i will stand in for as long as i am allowed.

Open invitation for the fae to come take me away

I’m still here!

I took a few days to be a little blob on the couch. I need some strength to face the next steps. And oh god I’m so tired.

But I also stood in the sun just because for the first time in a long time.

And I went to the gym a few times and it was horrible and my muscles are sore but I took a shower and felt better and had a nap that felt pretty good instead of the sad naps I have been having.

And I hung out with some friends I miss.

It’s not better, but it’s getting better.

When you hear a dog woof in a place where you previously believed there to be no dogs and you get excited about dogs and look around for the dog >>>>>>>>>>

it is raining in my apartment

not like, actual rain. but the person upstairs who listens to loud music and screams profanities off the balcony at odd hours seems to have decided to transition to being a swamp person, judging from the steady flow of water from the ceiling. It was slowing down but the water started running again and now it's become more of a steady flow than a drip. My wastebins are getting kinda full. It's only been an hour.

Advice would be appreciated.