Author: John A. Ross

Today as usual Kay and I went to the Y for exercise. She swims, but it’s the weight room for me. Having finished my workout, I went to the pool and found that Kay was still swimming lengths. When she spied me standing outside the viewing window, she waved with…

This morning we had a telephone call from Joan in Detroit. Many years ago Joan unexpectedly became an important figure in our lives. When I started my second year at university, war had just been declared and was beginning to have an impact on us students. On Saturday afternoons, however,…

It was a cold, blustery morning. Kay and I were enjoying that cozy feeling that comes over people who have a brisk fire in their fireplace while snow sifts down off the roof and blows in swift streams down the street. We sipped our coffee leisurely and congratulated ourselves on…

After breakfast this morning I was checking the sports page for the standings in the hockey playoffs. My wife on the other side of the table uttered a low, unmistakably sentimental sigh. When I looked at her, Kay canted her head to one side and smiled most sweetly. Holding up…

“Bing bong” went the doorbell. Kay was in the garden planting onions, so I went to the door. It was our neighbor, Marie. I invited her in and offered to call Kay in from outside. “Don’t interrupt her,” she said. “I just wanted to drop off this book of Jack’s….

Last evening after dinner Kay and I went outside and sat on our front steps. The sky was powder blue and pink behind the full-blossomed Japanese plum trees that line both sides of our street. Now and again, here and there, another blossom or two would drop silently down. The…

The course of time A common way to visualize “time passing” is to pay attention to the hands of a watch or clock as they move around its face. As each hand moves on from any given mark, it leaves behind it a lengthening arc of the face’s circumference. History…

Just after lunch last Saturday the doorbell rang. Kay went to the door. I heard voices briefly, then a half-shrieked, “Oh no!” from my wife. I hurried to find out what had happened. Jack and Marie were there, looking distressed. They had been weeping. Kay too was obviously upset. Controlling…

Years ago when I became conscious that the mystery of time was deeply intriguing me, I never suspected that exploring the subject would be like following the course of a stream which becomes a great river. A stream may be temporarily blocked by a beaver dam here, then plunge over…

The conception of cosmic time as discrete suggests thoughts about God which I believe are worth setting forth. My presentation will at least demonstrate that in my mind this concept of time is deeply entangled with theological considerations. In science the subject of time, like all other physical phenomena, can…