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.