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.

Galactic Atari Games

Another day has dawned and I only know that there is something to be said for how the world connects. Individuality, it seems, has its roots much deeper than I previously realized...

If I am in control of my body, and I so choose, then I can be in control of my soul. If I am in control there, then what am I? If I control my soul, then am I my own god? No, this isn't a delusion of grandeur. I know that I am not a god because if I were i would be able to affect a greater portion of my reality. Or at least one would imagine. Depends then, I suppose, on if I listened as a body to my soul and did what it said. Would I know more? Or, if I stepped higher, would I not be making decisions for my soul?

But then, learning HOW to make decisions for my soul would either take a teacher or a stronger will to learn for myself, by trial and error. That would mean that it would take a person who was also on the same level, in the same realm of self-control, to teach me. Deciding this one is the part that is difficult. How does one decide on the beings to be around? Being in charge of my soul is also being in control of my body, therefore I can take that as the first portion to be a deciding factor.

A person's body, personality, and being are the first indicator of one's self control. This is not yet to say if the person is good or evil, only a deciding factor on their sum total of power. If I can say that I'm in charge of my soul, then I have to choose at times which is more important, the look of my soul or the look of my person. I'm in charge of both, so therefore it is important that both are kept in good condition under the control of the influence that I wish to make upon the perception of both my world, and by association, the impact (both physical and by perception) that I decide to make on the world(s) of those around me.

The sum total of these decisions make up our reality in the physical world, as well as the spiritual. First, start small with something under the physical body's control. Something as simple as writing is something I choose to control through my body. The physical world is solid, it is the word or symbol in the same way the spiritual world is compared to the thought or idea of the object. By changing this world, I inflict a solid, visual representation and convey a message to other physical bodies. The more people that choose to do or support one thing (such as writing and agreeing on what certain words mean) combine their influence for greater effect. Choosing to write means that I reinforce a positive belief in both reading and writing. The more people that both believe in it and choose to accept it use it as a form of language for communicating thoughts and feelings in fact reinforce the power my words have simply because it becomes common ground. No one's going to dispute what the word "dispute" means, unless they really don't know in the first place. In fact, the idea of communication is a supported belief in that we should have some sort of interaction with each other.

If we never thought of communication, we would all be solitary, asexual individuals or drones of some sense.

Next up, soul. There's a recurring theme here, and it's simple. My soul has the same general effects on the spiritual world as my body does in the real one. The only difference is that my soul has the ability to tap in to additional senses, and can manipulate a broader range of "objects," including the ways it chooses to manifest its existence (ie heaven, reincarnation) and its broader beliefs (usually words that have larger meanings, things difficult to define verbally, like love, heaven, good and evil, and god).

Same as before, the sum total of beliefs about one thing make up its total power (shown for simplicity as a percentage) and the amount of influence that the sum total of thoughts and beliefs have on our reality. Pure hypothetical: Sixty percent of people may happen to believe in afterlife, forty percent do not. Those sixty percent of people that believe in eternal existance may indeed make it in to an "afterlife" but that doesn't mean that the forty percent do not. Since there is a sixty percent leverage in those that do, they may believe so strongly that certain people are going to be in the afterlife that they may indeed force some of those forty percent to live on in some manner, be it heaven, hell, as a ghostly conflict of belief and perception, or just reborn in a new life for a second chance (or third, or four thousandth).

I suppose this is where the learning aspect of the spiritual world comes in. Just as in the real world, by making observations of my actions, I can improve the quality of the world around me. The spiritual abilities that I choose to believe in hold a power equal to the number of people believing in them minus an amount of power equal to the number of people disbelieving in them. The forty percent of people that do not believe in an afterlife may also bring some of the sixty down. This is a hard pill to swallow, but you have to think of the number of people out there (over six BILLION of them), with conflicts even in their own personal belief system (read personal moral conflict). The math here gets complicated, but I'm sure you get a grip on what I'm working on here. If not, then I apologize, but there is a bit of difficulty in conveying some of these thoughts in words. Thought is a much faster mode of communication than writing, or at least it can be when used properly.

I only hope that I am not too late with these words, and they do not fall blindly on a world where the general populace already understands this. I don't want other souls to look down on me for telling humanity what I know, but I also don't want humanity never to hear these words. I know apologies aren't worth much, but know that they are there if this is a poor choice of a path.

Humanity deserves to survive and not be taken down by the majority when it comes to our race as a whole, that larger soul or god that we are a part of.

Speaking of which, that's really the next step (which is broken down very quickly to "steps"). Groups of people believe in a single thing, and group together over it. This is the "click," town, city, state country etc. Therefore those groups of people get to make a bigger influence on the smaller group below them. A town decides its speed limits, but the state builds the highways. Make yourself important, and the next stage up may connect you to something greater, or at least a group of people (another city) that shares your beliefs or helps provide a service (food, tourism etc).

Again, the larger sums of beliefs are portrayed on the next level. Countries and even continents share a larger ideal (ie larger trade routes for certain goods). Which means that there is a good chance that the overall "super-soul" would share a large percent of the beliefs about things that hold greater power with broader definitions (read religion and morals, or a shared and agreed upon definition of right or wrong).

Therefore, if there exist groups of people that join and decide to communicate, provide goods and services, and help those below them, then it makes sense that this telescopic view of ourselves as humanity could be zoomed out a bit, and take in to account the entirety of the universe. Space travel is what I'm getting out here.

As well as our most basic of needs. If the super-soul contains a larger some of power, it must receive its goods and services from an even higher power. These are the dimensions milliseconds above and below us that I have spoken of before. Some times we draw power from below and other times we send power up. Takes two to tango.

Morals and basic needs come together in the argument over the sanctity of life. I won't go too deep for one side or the other, but know this. We take energy from above as a new soul is born in to this world. We take earth from below to feed it, and we do our best to teach it our ways. Basic needs. In turn, the higher ones may ask for that energy to be returned in the form of the actions and beliefs of that soul's physical life, empowering others and spending its energy wisely. Again, I'm not starting an argument over choice or life. Nature has proven time and time again that just because you save something doesn't mean that it's good for the whole, or even meant to survive in the first place.

Propagation, it seems, would have a great effect on our power as a being then. Being able to reproduce is the ability to draw power from above and gain belief by teaching one to communicate, and either letting it make its own choices about the world or by forcing belief upon it, ie teaching it that a certain feeling is good or bad. And in a perfect world, this would make sense. However anyone can take a look at an overpopulated area and see the dangers within. Control is as important as choice.

Choice is such a powerful a tool, as I have said before. To choose to speak, is to choose to teach, and to teach is to say that you believe that what you say is important and has an impact on your reality (or the one around you) in a way that you feel is beneficial. Note that I didn't say good, because a lot of people speak with the intent of making something bad happen, but they usually still believe that they will gain something from it in some way.

Same with the soul. Same with our God, or at least humanity we choose to believe because we think it will have an impact. Which would mean that it would make sense if we could work together and colonize another planet. It would do great things for us as a race, at the same time we would have to be prepared as a race to accept the consequences of our decisions. Another planet (town) would mean that a new highway would be built, but it would be a gravel road in comparison to the highways our new galaxy (state) might have. It would also attract a fair amount of attention, but that's only if other beings were close enough to see us or even realize we exist.

And that may only be if we decide to believe we aren't alone in this universe....

All things are connected. All particles, all thoughts, all feelings, all beliefs somehow affect symbols of their type on levels above and below. And all of these symbols exist because the one above and below do as well. The atom did not exist until man built a telescope to see it. Or maybe man just got the point where he was given the gift in the form of an idea from above.

Let me retrace the statement and say that it didn't exist until it was believed in. In a sense, it was already there, but it took the right tools and knowledge to discover it. Same with the old "the world was flat theory." The world was flat until proved otherwise. Most beliefs are set this way, at least in the physical. It seems though, that both the ideas and objects above and below have a direct influence on the level both above and below, where our physical dictates what we are able to see below, whether we choose to believe the world is flat or not doesn't matter as much as how the truth of the world being round shapes our future.

I'm getting off track though. Just because we choose to believe in something doesn't mean that we can make it happen. I haven't been able to teleport yet, as many times as I've tried with a the belief that it could be possible. Note a level of sarcasm with a heavy mix of too much time reading about quantum tunneling and probability in the previous statement...

Therefore our "physical laws" like gravity, may be completely different in another dimension, where there is a clash of "universal" belief on how gravity works.

That's a little out of left field though. Our current state of existence seems to point out to me that we are not able to perceive these sorts of physical laws yet, or that we simply believe that our way is better. Unfortunate for the Flannanglargs from dimension Q that choose to believe that they live in the center of a sphere in which gravity is the opposite and all things are pushed to the outside of their world. Space travel means merely tunneling a hole through the surface, so long as their universe isn't a giant rock, because then a space-sized version of Dig-Dug might unfold.

Hopefully, some of this makes sense. Because I believe in it, and I love it...

Ranwalking through Life

This blog has been brought to you today by: walking in the rain and the letter of life.

I suppose it's about time to add the elemental portion to this blog. There's a natural element to quantum physics, but it's so easy to get disconnected from reality when you observe the overtly small. Even at a genetic level it's a big part of nature, but chemical compounds, even in raw form, seem disconnected from the raw power of nature.

I've always loved rain. There's a perfect time in the summer, at night when the air is warm and a cold breeze signifies a drop in pressure, that gets me excited. It's a rare event to catch the perfect evening, but once in a blue moon i get to walk in the rain. Rain-walking is one of the most centering things on the planet for me. Things seem to fall in to place more easily, and cares melt away.

I've connected with nature in several ways, but never so much as when the thunder hits, the wind kicks up, and I throw off my socks in favor of sandals to throw myself in the midst of nature's lifeblood. With reckless abandon I run out amidst the torrent. The air is no longer sticky with humidity or clouded with dust and smog. All the negative energy both in myself and the world around me is washed clean. The only sounds are thunder and rain, and the earth seems to stand still for a few moments.

There is something more to this world than what we can se with the most powerful microscope. There's an energy that envelopes us, moves with us, and changes us. I feel charged after arriving home, shivering as the air conditioning hits me on my way in the door.

These experiences, along with many others in which I let my mind rest in nature, have connected me with a presence of peace and wonder. The four main elements: earth, wind, fire, and water, are deep-seeded in our concious minds. It is easy to be aware of them, which makes it easy to look past them and forget their importance. Each element and the word that defines it has a personality all its own. They each carry a key that can unlock the soul, you just have to open the right doors.

So unfortunately this blog is actually two parts: I walked in the rain several days ago, and abandoned this blog in the middle of writing it due to unforeseen circumstances. Therefore instead of continuing a broken thought in a vain attempt at picking up where I left off, I will continue with tonight's thoughts instead. Call me attention defect if you wish, but that doesn't change the letter of the night: life is incredible, which is something I'm not really used to.

Usually, in summers past, life has been a struggle. I haven't really felt like I've enjoyed a summer in some number of years. This isn't a rant full of pissing and moaning though. This summer has been the most incredible experience and of balance and bliss. I finally feel as though I've achieved a greater balance in life. It's far from perfect but avenues are opening in front of me as I walk my own path. I'm not led by nievity, I'm not led astray by distractions, even the ones I indulge in. My self-conscious state has faded in favor of a more confident individuality. I've stood up to being used and abused. Goals that I've set for myself have been met, and I've achieved many things this year.

In reaping what I sow, I've also taken the chances that I don't usually take. I'm (slowly) regaining my bold sense of adventure, the one that I had when I was younger, only now I've added a refined dose of experience to the mix. Wisdom comes with its rewards. I really do understand what it means to organize chaos. Any moment I can I've lived those moments that are full of joy. Even if it's just me, I make it a point to break the social mores about how to act in public. I dance in my car, one arm out the window seamlessly flailing in the wind; once combined with hard beats and summer rhythms though, the feeling of self expression without inhibition is one of the most incredible feelings. Like a dried out sponge, I've soaked up every great moment I can, and given as much back as I can. All I really want to do is prove to people that you really can enjoy those smaller things in life and that it isn't that hard to do, you just have to take advantage of every opportunity. Sure, I may have pushed a few things, but I'm coming to realize that I don't even have to do that. It's much easier to divert the path of a stream by placing dam and letting the water do the work than dig a channel. Weeks of work can be avoided by realizing that nature will takes it's course much faster when you direct it than when you force it.

Which has proven itself as I write. I had no intention of getting back to the elemental side of this blog but nature has brought my rant of good times in life through the past few days right back to where I left off: nature takes care of things on it's own. The natural flow of things, related to in part with the tao-te-ching, seems to be one of the best ways to go about things. This is in by now means me announcing a selection of religion or a preference to Buddhism. I see the best things presented by all the major religions and choose to follow a path that's somewhere in the middle of them all. They all spawned from the same general origin: the human existence. Each one, in some way or another, defines a portion of the human experience and teaches great wisdom in the form of condensed experiences, either stories or general nutshells of a way to live.

So that's where I stand. The metaphysical elements and their ties to the periodic elements is a long rant and rave for another time. For now, I'm content to have a chance to enjoy the season before me. It's about time that I let go a little and let nature do the work for me. I've been working too hard for too long trying to make things go my way, and now that I quit forcing things and left my worries at the door, I've been rewarded with a fresh sense of freedom.

Which I will fight to defend.

Another as I

No one is ever truly alone. For some this may be a difficult concept to accept in the beginning. There are many ways to rebuttal against the argument, but because of the quantum state of mass, you are always connected to someone, whether you accept it or not. Relate this, if you will, to the arguments presented about choice in previous topics. But remember, just because you choose not to believe doesn't mean that it isn't so.

For a long time I believed I was alone in my thoughts about psycology, quantum mechanics, and human nature. It seemed that although many people understood and even believed in what I had to say, I hadn't found anyone who ALREADY believed in the things I like to talk about. This led me to believe that I had a kernel of truth, but that there must be some giant hole in my theory if no one had made the same associations before. I know that most of them are not truly origonal, but my basis of belief seemed slightly unique.

Until last night. As a happen-chance encounter, a wonderful girl by the name of Ashley took a bold move and asked if I wanted to hang out. I jumped on the opportunity to do so, as I had not spent much time with her in about six years. There's a long story between us, for both spent the greater portion of our respective adolescence not but four houses away from each other in a crowded suburban neighborhood, but I digress....

I had already been taken back by her maturity and solid stature when we met back up about a week ago, and taken further back by her love of online gaming and general knowledge. What a surprise I was in for....

We only were able to speak briefly in the halls or in passing during smoke breaks at work. So when she arrived at my apartment and we began to exchange theories of quantum physics, I was at first frustrated when all of my theories came out of HER mouth! My thunder had been swept away, but after a short realization I found myself ever entranced by the fact that someone else out there truly believed the way I did, and believed so before I spoke a word. I immediately took advantage of the double-take, swept my short-lived frustration (a mix of jelousy and scientific infatuations) straight off the second story deck of my apartment and we immediately began the exchange of information.

Her pure understanding, coupled with her extensive vocabulary and understanding of the relationships between telemerase and immortality, photons and quanta, matter and energy, quantum superpositioning, electromagnetic engines, greek mythology, and all the other topics that skimmed the course of a night saturated in deep conversation set my worries aside. She, like myself, wants nothing more than to show the world what man is really capable of if we but only put aside our petty thoughts of religion and embraced our humanity.

It was like standing under a waterfall after playing in the mud. I had been saturated with a general disposition that no matter what portions of my beliefs were accepted by certain people, it always seemed that one would re-mystify things with biased perspectives when it was all said and done. Truth of the matter is that reality is mystical enough as it is, if you only choose to accept it. Her prior acceptanced washed away both doubt and frustration that I had been fighting an uphill battle. There were others out there, others that accepted the challenge of showing this world what it was capable of and pushing themselves to learn more.

Now are the days when the open-minded and insightful can soak up knowledge like a sponge. Take advantage, and your cup will overflow with information by the ton. This great knowledge, like a freshly brewed cup of green tea, is a satisfying sort of refreshment, and just the thing to cure the woes of a dreary day.

Thank you knowledge seekers, and soldier on. Fight the good fight, and prove to the world just why it exists.

Fruitful Conclusions

Its been said, by myself and others, that i should write more often...

To satisfy these needs, I do declare, another post by Brettonius himself. Yes, I've had a computer for some time now, a really good machine that I was going to use in trade for building a computer for a friend, but in that time he acquired a new machine and gave me this one. With the zombie parts in the closet and ransacking of other systems I've built a modest machine that serves me well for the time being. I owe you Joel.

That being said I've found a great deal of things coming full circle lately, and seeing a positive spin on everything, even some of the bad things that have taught me important lessons about life. I'm glad that my life is reflecting the turn I've been trying to complete for so long. Distractions aside, as many of them as there are, despite having cable television or many social connections, life always finds a way to challenge one and one's goals. Therefore, I, like so many others, have been led slightly astray from some of my larger goals in the hopes of accomplishing some of my smaller ones.

Since many of these smaller goals have come to life, I return once more to the things that constantly beg in the back of my mind to be let free to wander. One of the many is going back once more to this commentless blog. Not that I worry to much about such things, I just want the information to be out there. Next thing you know, I'll be on youtube. (Hopefully)

I've found that the shift in perspective to a more optimistic self has done my life wonders. Not to say that I'm happy about everything and ready to piss rainbows when I wake up in the morning, but things have made a discernible improvement. May we fuel the fire already in the works.

I still haven't been able to make it through "Warped Passages," for that book takes more to digest than any other writing I've laid eyes on. And, a wonderful distraction by the name of Heinlein's "The Moon is a Harsh Mistress," as well as a nice new cushy job, kinda made their ways quietly in to my life and paved the way for new experiences and great escapes. Responsibility is a must though, and in today's society it is one of but a few things I can draw some sense of honor out of.

Excitement abound, the LHC (Large Hadron Collider, Google it), is going to come online soon, so long as legal battles over the formation of strangelets (neutral neutral particles, the equivelent to the nanotech horror of grey goo, but on a subatomic level) or miniature black holes that could devour the world in a sort of imploding "pop" don't take too much hold, we could see breakthroughs by the end of the year that could alter the way we see things and prove once and for all that the next step towards defining reality, known as the standard model of quantum physics, can finally have its first undeniable proof. And bah to you neighsayors and fear consuming non-believers who would like to see this possible wonder of the world shut down. Most of if not all supercolliders have had the legal bullshit of science fiction "what ifs" thrown at them, and if a black hole, infinitely small in size were to be formed, it would most likely absorb a maximum amount of energy and become almost completely inert within nanoseconds, even picoseconds, and the earth would be with a few less electrons, if even that, before the "black hole" became the galactic equivalent of a snail's fart, doing nothing more than possibly adjusting the fluctuations of gravity on such small scales that GLAST could only hope of detecting by the year 2012. If we actually create one, it would be a step forward, and only prove primordial black holes that were created within milliseconds of the big bang itself can exist, (which were first much larger black holes that absorbed so much energy during the big bang itself that they closed milliseconds after their creation leaving behind nothing more than swirling eddies in our galaxy, completely undetected and unproven as of today's science). See my other blogs, and quit whining. I'd much rather the world suddenly implode in a painless "poink" than be nuked and burned in atomic fire for years before dying of a global, self induced cancerous suicide.

That aside, my excitement for late this year and (hopefully) early next years advancements of science only correlate to my excitement to my own spiritual, emotional, and mental advancements that should follow closely the same path. As long and my mind doesn't implode from stress and I don't turn my emotions in to an inert ball of neutral and uncaring blobs in the mean time.

A single mind has trouble comprehending the weight of the events of the present, which can be seen by our brain's inability to process all of the information we take in from all of our senses most of the time. We tend to turn the most unnecessary sense for the current situation "off" in leiu of gaining more perception from the rest of our senses, with the effect of increasing our memory or comprehension to a given moment. (much in the way blind people have a better sense of touch or sound) Only the truly insane would ask for every possible sight, smell, sound, taste, and touch to be coupled with all possible extra sensory perceptions simultaneously in a single given second, and give equal focus to all of them. I'm sorry, but if I don't have to taste my own tongue while feeling my eyelids press together in a quick blink whilst having a deep conversation with a friend over a beer or two, i feel all the better for it. Keeps me from being distracted while I absorb important information about the nature of religion and the cosmos.

This blog may seem more down to earth and slightly more cynical than my previous blogs, save for the angst of months earlier. This i do apologize for, because I really would like to channel the kind of raw energy that I feel over some of the information I write about. Unfortunately I speak better than I write, due to the concrete nature of the written word versus the fluid nature and acceptance of slight mistakes that is available in conversation or spoken word. Again, some things aren't noticed or taken in to account as deeply as others. In conversation, a slip of the tongue may barely be noticed, whilst in writing a missed comma or in my case long run on sentences with improper structure or tense can be the immediate target or the perciever's ego, receiving an endless onslaught of criticism or distaste.

Again, I apologize, but I believe the information is more important than the presentation, even though the presentation is what draws the observer. If I could mime for you the association of bosons and neutrinos while clowns made balloon animals in the background it would be wonderful, but such things can be difficult to communicate in such a manner. But alas, I'm letting my love of metaphors get in the way of the point: judgement is the moral conflict of the observer.

Ah choice, what better a gift and curse. Choice is the proverbial fourth dimension to my "three dimensional" foundation of, in order, (if you remember or read ealier blogs): perception, belief, and truth. Choice is made before any of the three, and can be made in between each step of the foundation. It is also the easiest way to reduce my theories to ash. Choice, my friends, is always the first and last step. Choice is a freedom and a chain. You are free to decide as you will how you will react to a situation, but you must deal with the consequences. Indeed you may be able to choose to rectify your previous choice in a manner that counteracts the full extent of the initial consequence, but that just means that you dealt with your consequences in a timely and appropriate manner, but that you would not have had to make the second choice if it were not for the first, which is causality all over again.

Let me give an example. You choose to pick up a pen to write a note. You realize that you don't really know what you're going to say and might want to adjust your words in the future, so you choose to pick up a pencil instead. If the first choice would have been the pencil, the second choice would not have to be made and you would have saved yourself the conflict of having to put one down in favor of the other or the moral conflict involved in the risk of messing your message up.

This is not to say that the pencil is the correct choice for the above instance. Say that during the course of holding the pen you sneeze, before you begin to write. If you would have had the pencil, you may have just cut a nasty scar across the notebook page you would have been working on....

But I digress. Such minute details are not to be dwelled upon, only recognized. Your recognition of such events can hone your senses and your intuition to a point where you save time every day. However, some find that initially they worry about every choice they make and whether it may effect a future choice. Again, one cannot worry about such things because worrying is a reaction to a situation, which is again a choice, and only serves to cause anxiety and waste time.

Random Rule: Always remember that there is an exception to every rule, even this one.

You will learn from your mistakes whether you like it or not. If you didn't, and in fact if we didn't as a race, we would have been dead a couple of millenia ago for not realizing that fire burned the flesh. So try not to worry. Trust your instincts for the day, and evaluate your instincts before you go to bed. Try to point out the times where your instincts were right, and try to be aware of them in the future. See where your doubts led you, and work on honing your insight. Awareness will do you wonders, and increase the level of belief available to continue down your path.

Pardon me if I'm getting preachy. Do what you will. Keep in mind that these are only the lessons and insight of a being just as foulable as you are. Remember that these words were written by a human being, a comrade in the ongoing onslaught of existence. Test these things for yourself and find what works for you, but for god's sake don't stress out over evolution or change. It isn't worth your precious time here.

That said, I shall take my leave and evaluate my own day. I don't want to be seen as a hypocrite for saying the things I have said.

Take care out there, and DON'T PANIC, to quote Douglas Adams......the answer may as well be forty-two.

Short Snippets of Time and Gravity

Unfortunately, I have very limited access to a computer since the motherboard on my PC at home was subjected to a power surge and fried. Seeing as I do not have the want, wish, or supply of money to gain access to a much more improved computer, I must stick with the PCs at work and accomplish blogs in part.

That said, I'm reading an interesting novel on particle physics called "Warped Passages." The name of the author currently escapes me, but she's the leading female scientist in her field. Her work is well written and detailed, and is doing a grand job of expanding upon my own personal theories dealing with the nature of the universe. Unfortunately, I have little time to dive in to great detail on these subjects.

One small note that I would like to make in hopes of touching on later is the existance of Branes and Braneworlds as the source for alternate dimensions and the fact that gravity is the (so far in the book) only force that is able to cross freely between them (when using branes for parralell realities/dimensions in the bulk multiverse). There are several points which I would like to make, such as using gravity to communicate to our other selves and other people, to cause the occurance of certain moments within infinite probability and to further enhance my ever evolving theory of mind over matter, telekinesis, telepathy, and metaphysics in general. Indeed even perception, belief, and truth are all undergoing tests under the relatively weak force with a strong hand known as gravity.

I wish i could elaborate, but for now I am pleased that I can finally post again. Until next time, may the mind wander to fruitful conclusions!