View this email in your browser. Last Tuesday marked 22 years since my dad passed away. I woke up and light some incense to put on his altar. As I looked at his picture there, I wondered: “When this picture was taken, some light photons touched his body, reflected back and got captured on the camera screen and then printed out. Now, the photons from the light bulb behind me bounce at the picture, then hit my retina. The brain tells me instantly that’s my dad”.
Daddy photons and the pleasure of wondering 🙉🙉🙉
Daddy photons and the pleasure of wondering…
Daddy photons and the pleasure of wondering 🙉🙉🙉
View this email in your browser. Last Tuesday marked 22 years since my dad passed away. I woke up and light some incense to put on his altar. As I looked at his picture there, I wondered: “When this picture was taken, some light photons touched his body, reflected back and got captured on the camera screen and then printed out. Now, the photons from the light bulb behind me bounce at the picture, then hit my retina. The brain tells me instantly that’s my dad”.