Hypershperically speaking...

Doused by a new set of intuition to roll with, new doors have been unlocked before me. I've been broadening my horizons while getting back in touch with my inner self. In brief sessions I've captured moments of meditation, even in times of turbulance. The secrets revealed have yet to be completely understood, but I think I'm beginning to decipher their context. I'm working on getting some of these drawings in to a virtual context. I want to be able to share some of the more complicated revelations that are difficult to explain in text but simple with a visual aid



This is what came to me during visualization. It is a series of circles within circles. Starting at the center, each circle is divided in to a number of parts equal to twice the one inside of it. I'm not yet sure if an even number of divisions is correct, because I think that a prime number would show a better graph when filled.


This is a two-tone fill to help show the contrast, and in thus, two things become clear. One is that there is an obvious spiral pattern involved. The second thing that seems clear to me is the binary nature of viewing this structure. I'm working on other designs to dig deeper in to the binary aspect.


Here's another modification, again I'm just playing with it, and this one feels like it has more depth. This image gained my obsession because I believe it is the tesseract of a hypersphere. I have no formal training in mathematics, but I have a strong gut instinct. This instinct, and my meditations, have brought several hypothetical observations about the universe and the importance of the fourth (spacial) dimension.

One of the more hypothetical observations is that a hypersphere has no easily discernable outter edge or surface. In all reality the exterior of a hypershpere does not exist as anything. The exterior could be a simple division of its hypothetical diameter X divided by its physical surface of 0. Of course numbers divided zero don't give us rational explainations.



I'm going to take a huge deviation to make a statement that I've been trying to summerize for quite some time. Imagine a bubble that blew itself up from the inside. As the bubble expanded it would get to the point where the amount of soap and surface tension holding it together would reach a breaking point, where the bubble could mathematically be unable to hold itself together and would pop, the entire surface area vanishing to the naked eye.

Take that same hypothetical self blowing bubble and recycle all of the soap to the center point, or a zero point. This soapy starting point is a kind of cingularity, and a perfect representation of our universe. Our universe exists on the surface of this bubble, which would allow it to expand infinately while still allowing it to be reaching a point of collapse. Of course this collapse is really calculated using an additional dimension to contain an object that has an infinate diameter and yet a zero surface area: thus division by zero. The counterpoint to this is that it's center would be an object with a zero diameter and an infinate surface area, or singularity.

The above image contains several depths: 4th dimensionally it appears as a tesseract. 3 dimensionlly it is a sort of spherical representation. Two dimensionally it is binary. It appears as a clock, with internal segments coming in and out of alignment in any row. It has a duality like the Yin and Yang. It has binary like the I Ching and DNA. I think the message in our bodies may be much easier to decode than people want us to think, and that everyone's DNA is a specific message: Everyone's DNA is a singe word, and the person behind it is the only way to define the meaning of that word. The definition of that word may be the persons actions, their past, their physical appearance, or their soul. Who knows?

Friends of the Old School

I may have said before, that one of the main goals of this summer is for me to reconnect with people that I haven't seen in a long time. Not to say be careful what you wish for, but there is a strange sort of mystery involved with the events that have unfolded over the last several days. Though people on an individual level may not always repay you for the things you do, life will pick up the pieces for you if you let it.

It started with me seeking out an individual whom I falsely blamed for taking a good thing away from me and the people that I cared most about. Seeing as several of those people have thus broken their bonds with me, I decided that I was probably mistaken to have joined a bandwagon and taken my aggressions and frustrations out on a scapegoat. So, upon hearing that this individual was working in town at a new pizza joint (also owned by some individuals I haven't seen in a long time), I took the initiative to go and see him, as well as get myself some lunch.

We decided to go out for drinks that night to soften the conversation. Over espresso martinis and beer we recounted the past as well as searched out how far the other had come in terms of our general views on life. It didn't take long before the connection we had long ago had subtly returned. Before any of the other people that were involved in any of the drama of the last few years, this man and I were able to make leaps and bounds in the search for truth. I squandered his friendship out of a blind faith in acceptance by a larger group. I know my faults, and instead of merely apologizing I sought to repent for my wrongs. The night went well and new discoveries were had. After it was over I felt as if I had regained a small piece of the world as well as the knowledge that I would need to tackle bigger problems in the future.

After two days of broadcasting live on the internet on BlogTV.com, I came to wonder if being outdoors would do me a little good. Another old friend of mine whom I talk to on a daily basis had been bugging me to come to her July 4th after party, and with the incitement of beer and good music I had no choice but to go, lest I be the odd-man-out, full of regrets and despair.

The night started with little social connection, mostly because of my lack of energy and sleep. I did my best to flow with the vibe of the party, making the odd pass here or there at building my self-confidence and feeling of security in what was otherwise an awkward social situation. Thank God the keg was tapped, for alcohol cushions the body both mentally and physically when it comes to dealing with other people.

As the night progressed my determination to stay and have a good time prevailed. I man I see only by random chance stopped by, dressed to kill and ready to drink. I laughed and shook his hand, astonished by the amount of chance that went in to our meeting again. I'd known the man off and on since grade school, and well in to the years after graduation we would make appearances in eachothers lives. A bit of hearty conversation later, as I could feel the gears change and the party starting to take on a different approach, I found myself slipping in to a darker side of myself, a nasty side-affect of the aforementioned drinks. I choose to return upstairs where people were more laid back and less influenced by the music from below.

I took a moment to collect myself and center my energy. Apparently, barbecue-flavored potato chips do wonders to help accomplish this task. As I contemplated leaving for the night and trying to regain some of my lost sleep, I was drawn in by the eyes of an attractive woman. We chatted briefly off and on, and unfortunately I soon realized that it was not right of me to stay because of a hormonal rush. I should stay to be social and happy, and not because of a timely rush of chemicals in my brain. So I broke our conversation off in a pleasant and timely way and returned to observing the interactions around me.

As our conversation wandered in to the past a curious individual walked by, eager to give hugs to the people she knew. I smiled and nodded, taking note of her presence, but my brain was lost in the music pouring out of the speakers I sat next to. She made her way around the room, but once again I noticed her right in front of me. It's an eerie thing to be called by your first name when you don't realize who's in front of you. My mind did a double-take and raced for a name. I knew her from years earlier, and hadn't seen her in over four full laps around the sun. It was comfortable, our conversations on life, even though we respectively seemed to have more downs than ups. We both, however, took our lives in the current moment as high-points for our respective lives. It feels good to be optimistic again.

I know that this blog isn't chock full of the usual metaphorical banter of the universe as my others usually are. I am also aware that I do not normally go on so long about my daily life, but the last few days have been something completely out of the norm. I was determined to make this summer a time to get back in touch with people and the world, and it seems that some of my efforts have been reciprocated by happen chance. Glorious, I say, even if it amounts to nothing more than the joy of seeing these people once more.