The Ways of Future Past

 An examination of the particle accelerator lifted my spirits somewhat. I didn’t expect an imminent overload now. At least, from the Colombian perspective, most of the particles in movement were fairly stable. For the moment, waiting to achieve maximum velocity was a matter of perspective.
 The Panamanian experiment lasted for such a short time, it is hardly worth relating it to the latest of innovations. New and improved techniques, with summative engineering manifest by lower cost and broader public coverage is constantly expanding the current event horizon.
 But what a long way from Germany. Deutsche comforts, carefully bracketed with Viennese banking, Norwegian fjords, Czech anomalies, and French indifference advanced the present tense of anticipation with a charming near solicitude. Can we ever dismiss how rude the socially inept continentalists could be when faced with honest self-evaluation? Or how incapable of fixing, really getting the job done, the nations were when horrifically inundated with les sauvages of political dark matter?
 Yet, it was somehow the safer experiment when compared to Japan. Quaint rice farmers, great snowy ice sculptures, Yakisoba and Ojingeo-guk. Polite, deferential double-mindedness: the Toyota quarks of ultimate meltdown. Indeed, a general relativity of relationships presaged the inhabitability of that particular ground zero.
 An understanding of the Big Bang could not make the wind in the pines more puissant, yet calming. The Idaho of imagination relegates any contender to superficiality. The comparison, unfortunately, must always be the math collider where high energy awaits precision. And the alignment of history, the peace between warring banalities, can only be achieved with a quiescent gathering of friends and neighbors to picnic in the gravity and mass of a shady tree.