August 22, 2016: Fifty
I faced a 50-50 chance that I’d catch the pendulum on one side if its swing. I’d found out my starting point once I opened my eyes. One, two, three, open! There it was, retreating from its zenith on the dark side of its trajectory, accelerating towards its zenith in the light. I watched it swing back and forth, observing the natural laws of physics. Dark to light, light to dark. Night to day, day to night. Mystery to truth, truth to mystery. 50-50.