So mass is a function of speed. Apparently, if you slow pure energy down enough, say radiation from outer space, it’ll congeal into tiny little particles of iron. Likewise, if in theory you accelerate anything quickly enough, say, for instance, me, it should dissolve into a massless blast of pure energy.
The main problem with this neat little equation, of course, is that some of us are simply not built for speed. Large, craggy creatures of habit and substance, we are constantly buzzed by the quick. Junior, for one, cannot sit still. He can, and will, consume half his weight in pizza, bothered because he has to slow down at the table to do so, and keeps getting told to stop kicking the empty chair or to stop standing up when he’s supposed to be eating.
“Slow down,” I tell him.
“I’m built for speed,” he says, quoting Lightning McQueen. My chair creaks under my weight as I nudge over to let him breeze by.
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