While I realize that June 1st isn’t the middle of the years as its in essence the 152nd day out of 365 so the true middle of the year will really come around day 182/183 or July 1st or 2nd respectively. However it is a psychological thing as June really is the “Wednesday” of the year as we seem to be in “apex” mode coasting to our apogee where the remainder of the ride will be all downhill till we hear Old Anzine while the crystal ball slowly falls in Time Square while an ageless Dick Clark counts down the seconds.
However while at only midyear, 2011 has lived up to being an odd numbered year as while I’m not superstitious, it’s just that odd numbered years have tended not to favor me. Sometimes there is the wonder if it’s just that my birth was on an even number year therefore making me an even number baby? Even if that isn’t the case this year has had its share of Black Swan events, from the triple header, earthquake, tsunami, and nuclear meltdown. To the Texas wildfires, and southern tornados which took a record number of life’s along with the Bin Laden take down (hey it was a Black Swan for him and it appears that odd numbers are not in his favor either).
With this, one has to ponder what makes for a good year verses that of a bad one, as what really is good and bad? As all things are relative to our constructed view points and perspectives which seem to hover somewhere mid way up the Cartesian Plane holding space somewhere between positive “1” and its counter negative “1” yet not quite being “0” setting the two off into the cycling motions of a child’s “ teeter-totter”. Here the balance never seems to achieve equilibrium as each fight for supremacy as they try to out weight the other just as yin chases yang not knowing all the while that each are really part of each other.
While a poetic waxing, there is a practical wonderment which is driven from this as in exploring the fact of “probability” verses that of its idealistic counterpart “possibility”. As here we look in our rear view mirror to see “Bob” following behind us and think, it’s “probable” that he will hit the pot hole we just dodged, however it is also “possible” he will be struck by a meteorite before making it to his destination. So is it only the sheer number of chances in rolling the dice which transmute “probability” into its alchemic cousin “possibility”?
When I think of this paradox, I can’t help but think back to Thanksgiving two years ago when coming home from visiting family, my wife and I were traveling I-94 late in the evening when we discovered headlights coming at us, while this might not sound so strange. The only thing was, these headlights were not on the opposite side of the divided highway, in fact the headlights where in our lane heading straight at us. Acting fast in the dark I dodged them thankfully missing the oncoming car; however the car headlights I could see in my rearview mirror was not as “lucky”. In turn the driver of this car, a father of three with this family in the minivan was killed as his wife sat beside him in the passenger seat and children in the back as it was struck head on by the errant car. This makes me wonder is there really such a difference between “probability” and “possibility…