I love this piece, Thom. That moment with Jagger is the kind of quiet revelation most people scroll right past without noticing. The slow blink feels like the soul’s version of a handshake, a recognition that awareness is not confined to the human brain but shared through being itself.
The mystics would call that moment “communion,” though I suspect Jagger just calls it “Tuesday.” Still, what you describe captures the same current that runs through both quantum physics and prayer, the simple truth that when attention meets attention, the universe remembers itself.
I love this piece, Thom. That moment with Jagger is the kind of quiet revelation most people scroll right past without noticing. The slow blink feels like the soul’s version of a handshake, a recognition that awareness is not confined to the human brain but shared through being itself.
The mystics would call that moment “communion,” though I suspect Jagger just calls it “Tuesday.” Still, what you describe captures the same current that runs through both quantum physics and prayer, the simple truth that when attention meets attention, the universe remembers itself.