Some
say that the worst thing about life is never filling you goals, for
others its oppression and injustice...but these are all man-made
problems. To me, the worst thing about life is how easy it makes it
look for other people. Life is never easy or simple but it loves to
make it appear that it is. Life is quick, schizophrenic and a
narcissist.
We
are creatures that exist through time and can only experience it one
way, straight forward and in parallel with others, like a race track.
Therefore it is easy for us to forget that getting to the end of life
is not the goal. There is no need to rush. There are moments in life
when you've got to suddenly stop, or life stops suddenly, and it's as
if all the things that passed you by, caught in your slipstream,
suddenly catch up all at once. It's in these moments that life starts
to make sense. Life lessons are learned, new sights are discovered
and love – proper and real love, the light and bubbly stuff – you
find that too, even if it's in a single object like a cloud or crack
in a wall or a sudden feeling of companionship with those around you.
And comparing yourself to others – that's another thing entirely,
another trick of the mind to make us compete for a dominance that
ultimately means nothing. Power will not save you. It is assured that
death will come to us all.
This
is a story about all these things, and more, or not...
...and
on top over everything else he just couldn't figure out how
much amperes were due across the unit regardless of the
ohmes of the resistor unit. There must have been some thing he was
doing wrong. 'Perhaps I should stop doodling fish?'
"You
have five minutes remaining." A rather bored man at the front of
the room announced from over the top of his high raised desk
overlooking the entire hall.
'Oh
shit. Five minutes?! Ok. It's fine. Everything is fine. Take a
slow...deep...breath... and relax. Now, look back over your
numbers...What the fuck do these even mean? What the hell have I done
here!? Where did I get 12.6 from?? OHMYGODTHISISALLGOING - calm.
Calm. Caaalm... start over. The voltage is 240. Yes. The unit (lets
call it a lamp) takes 8.7A at 45v. Ok, 45v divided by 8.7A
equals...5.17 ohmes resistance! Next take 45 volts from the
circuit, so 195 remaining. Now... take the remaining 195v and divide
it by the 8.7 amperes gives a result of...22.41 ohmes -ish! ...THAT'S
IT! THAT'S BLOODY-" And as his hand raced towards the tablet to
scrawl in the answer the screen suddenly turned to black.
"Exam
is over!" The man at the front of the room announced with a
sudden burst of energy. "I realize all your brains must have the
consistency of vegetable soup right now but if you could
have the patience to walk out row at a time then we can all escape
this misery-box quickly an safely." He points to the first
row of people up against the left-hand wall. "You lot. Get out."
Row
by row the class was dismissed. “...and you. Out.” “Out.”
“Out.” “Get lost.” “I'll see you when the results come back
in...”
Vincent
Black however remained put. His pen still pressed against the
non-functional screen.
