Another one-way door. Karen transitioned/passed early this morning. This tiny little house suddenly feels vast, empty and lonely. Life will, once again, shoot off at another angle that a year ago hadn't even existed or been envisioned. Without Kare, my universe is no longer here. I am in one under the control of someone else.

Two nurses here today (Jessica, who also came in Sunday over vomiting incident, and Samantha (?) or Sylvia (?). More importantly, Hospice Aide (said with the most humble admiration) Lorraine was here first so that we could bathe and change Karen, change her  linen, dress her completely.

Our relatives shared the burden of Karen's passing during the afternoon. But nothing prepared me for the utter emptiness when she left the house. I'm only beginning to encounter the reverberations from her passage.

I hope her essence is self-aware and mobile and that she remembers we are to meet at Jupiter's moon Io before we traverse the universe on a journey of wonder.

Holy smokers! Been feeling lately that all facets of life seem to be coalescing into some not-understood point, singularity. And while pondering the conditions of my experience of reality, I realized this condition appears to be the system instability of a Prigogine Bifurcation.

To paraphrase what I think that means: If a system becomes increasing unstable, it reaches a point where it splits in a bifurcation (like the massive tectonic plate shifts causing sudden landmass readjustments via earthquakes), and splits into new configurations of the old system. The second part of the dynamic is that there is no way to know specifically what the new configurations will  take with pronounced  emphasis of unintended consequences.

Drat! Now I have dig out that book "Order Out of Chaos" by Ilya Prigogine and read parts again just to be sure of the actual specifics and what that has to do with the reality in which I find myself.