I'm not a physicist. I can't explain energy with any scientific accuracy. I could present my hypothesis and have it easily debunked by a forum of much smarter people than me. But energy explains so much in my life that it is hard to ignore it.
"According to the law of conservation of energy, energy cannot be created or destroyed, although it can be changed from one form to another. " Wikipedia
This little factoid is why I can talk to my dead family members and not think I'm crazy. I don't expect any answers; I had a hard time getting those out of Jesus when I believed in him. What makes me keep alive a connection is the understanding that energy doesn't stop existing when we stop breathing. Where does that energy go? Does it return to the stars? Does it roam around the universe? Does it perch itself on my deck when I am soaking in the hot tub wanting answers that I didn't get when my family was alive? I wish I knew. But in reality, I don't have to know. It is my best coping method for surviving family loss.
Energy explains a lot of things in my day to day life. It explains why I get tired after experiencing someone's heavy emotion. My own energy drains because of that heaviness. Energy is motion. I like that definition. It is the wind around me. It is connected to the Flow. I see the two are entwined somehow. When I experience Flow, I experience the Energy of the Universe moving around me. I can accept that... maybe not as a scientific fact... but as part of a blossoming narrative that I am okay to live with for now.
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