In 2006, the planetary mnemonic “My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizzas” (its German equivalent being “Mein Vater erklärt mir jeden Sonntag unsere neun Planeten”) lost its credibility. “Pizza” stands for Pluto, which was degraded and tragically fell from grace. Furthermore, the illustrious society of our solar system’s planets was reduced to only eight, and My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine_______. The syntax was all messed up and we got confused as well.
If reality is inconsistent and language fails to grasp what’s going on, we must see everything around us as a proposal. The way we look at things, the way we move, the way we think—it’s all relative. How can we still pretend to live in a stable and coherent space-time? Time and space fold onto themselves, they produce holes to slip through when no one is looking. Transport is just another means of seeing. Doubles, multiple realities and time slips are totally around us like they always have been.
Damn you, Einstein! Life was much easier without you.