Something happened.
I don't know how to start this. I've been staring at the cursor for the better part of an hour. I keep typing the first sentence and deleting it. I'm a physics teacher. I teach eleventh grade, mostly. Wave mechanics, thermodynamics, electromagnetism. I spent twelve years drilling into teenagers' heads that what you can measure is what's real. Evidence, hypothesis, test. The scientific method is not a suggestion. It is the closest thing we have to a guarantee against fooling ourselves. Something happened to me last September. Six months ago. I'm not going to describe it in detail yet because I don't have language for it that doesn't sound immediately dismissible. I know how it sounds. A physics teacher describing an unexplainable experience sounds like either a breakdown or a lie. I want to convince you, whoever you are, that it's neither. What I can say: something arrived. In my head. Not a voice. Not a vision. More like - and I know how this sou...