A thought for the day.

I wrote this for the purpose of a daily reflection, a thought for the day. I am no English scholar but I would like to know others insights or reflections which they have had and so I offer one of mine.

You wake to the sound of your stereo as it forcefully throws out pressure waves which bounce of solid objects giving rise to the acoustics in your room. You listen to the music before opening your eyes as your mind slowly comes out of its sleepy slumber and begins to go through those first thoughts of the day unaware of how your inner ear translates the vibrations caused by three small bones in your middle ear into electrical impulses sent to the cerebrum of your brain.

You slowly get out of bed oblivious to your mind controlling your nervous system responding and reacting to every move you make. You walk across your room barely even comprehending how the mass of the earth is compelled to pull on your mass by constant force of attraction. You reach out to your stereo in order to change from the radio to a tape which is one of your old favourites. This simple action stops the information being received from electromagnetic radiation via modulation of a carrier wave at a specific frequency, to an induced electromagnetic force corresponding to the magnetic alignment of iron oxide particles.

As you open your door you hear the hinge creaking and almost asking you to give it some lubrication, which you instantly forget about as the light from the sun hits you with the full force of its luminescence. As your reflexes instantly force you to shield your eyes you ignore the fact that those rays of incandescence were formed by a thermonuclear reaction around 100 million miles away.

You enter the kitchen in order to make yourself your morning brew and turn on the kettle unconsciously accepting the generated electricity most probably by way of a turbine. You pour out the boiling water without a thought to the delicate irony of superheated steam producing a rotation in order to produce electricity so that you can create steam once again.

You stand for a while staring out of a fusion of lime, soda and silica window and watch a bird fly effortlessly outside. While you stare at its brilliance of control and wonder how can something so stupid know how to manipulate its body so gracefully using such complicated aerodynamics, you begin to wonder, how much do I really understand of this world ?