It's true. Even though we look and feel like solid objects, we're basically a bunch of nuts and bolts (and a couple more complicated things like DNA and the small intestine) held together by electrostatic fields. I don't know why that freaks me out so much.
We watched a short film in Astronomy today that talked about this a little bit. It shows what things look like from a distance of a certain number of meters away, beginning with 1 m and going out to 10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 m (which is a long way out there--all the little dots are not stars but galaxies--groups of solar systems and billions of stars), then it zooms back in and focuses on the guy's hand at .01 m, then proceeds inward and you see his skin cells and the nucleus of one kind of cell (.0000000000001 m), and finally little blurry things.. quarks. But the video showed that there's a pattern of action and inactivity, the former being the scarcer of the two. Most of space is totally empty, and in fact, much of us is hollow as well.
Right after I left Astronomy, I was in a good mood and contemplating the universe and thinking, "Wouldn't Prof. Reed (Philosophy) be proud?" I came upon an elderly couple, who crossed in front of me to the left as I walked toward the Lair. The old man had gotten his keys out and was pressing the unlock button on the remote entry; I heard a clicking sound off to my right. I noticed that the source of the clicking (unmistakably the sound of car doors unlocking) was a white car similar to the one the elderly couple was standing near. They were beginning to look in consternation at the car whose handles they were yanking on, but weren't unlocking. I had gone past the cars a few feet when I figured out that they perhaps just had mistaken this other car for their own, so I turned to the woman and pointed to the other car. I said, somewhat inarticulately, "Isn't that your car?" She stared blankly at me. I repeated myself and tried to explain that "The clicking sound is coming from the other car," desperately pointing and gesticulating toward that car. No sign of comprehension passed over her face, so I turned and left. When I had finished eating, I came out, and the car I had been pointing to was gone.
Now, instead of doing my homework that needs so much to be completed (since I have lab tonight), I wasted 45 minutes typing this. Sigh.
