Divina has become such a drama queen. When she is faced with options she doesn't like she folds her arms, chin to chest, and pouts. "No way!" she insists with a conviction one might believe I just asked her to remove her head. Or she'll throw herself on the floor, yowling a dejected cry. I used to get annoyed with such displays, but a few weeks ago something changed. I can't name it and it happened overnight. She went into one of her protests and I chuckled. Of course, I tried to hold it in, but it was so darn funny. I've always been an extremely aware parent, always trying to monitor and direct her emotional development, always trying to control my own reactions so as to not embarrass her or make her feel small. But this seems out of my control. It's a reaction like a tiny hammer hitting the knee. Out pops the bottom lip and I'm giggling. What kind of twisted parenting is this?
- Carrie
- From the film "What the Bleep Do We Know!?" - "There's the macroscopic world that we see. There's the world of our cells. There's the world of our atoms. There's the world of our nuclei. These are each totally different worlds. They have their own language. They have their own mathematics. They're not just smaller-- Each is totally different. But they're complementary, because I am my atoms... but I am also my cells. I'm also my macroscopic physiology. It's all true. They're just different levels of truth. The deepest level of truth uncovered by science and by philosophy... is the fundamental truth of unity. At that deepest subnuclear level of our reality... you and I are literally one."
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