tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121348752024-03-06T22:50:47.292-07:00[scratchYpost]<i>by <a href="http://triggerdreams.blogspot.com">Shaun Lawton</a></i><br><i>
intermittent missives<br>
from the nanohorde</i>shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-2710293715165417572023-12-07T09:05:00.010-07:002023-12-07T09:17:44.946-07:00Atmospheric Macrolensing<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> <i>by Shaun Lawton </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="1184" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2umNzgsHxMvbj9XKXNIJDG0ooqhO9xluG-Q7f40k0D69mRPwCfoasIyIxIxBUpeLsGTiXoSr4hv_3f2EsYra3yQaHKpsXDLo_ewXYpmDXGufcxNnSrI0LWYzplUdoNmT9qhlbXtCyTCHp_f6Al7hxDLBjF_BDZBzBqgoUH63Agu9BrhkA2R9iIA/w640-h468/0d81bf00a4d68397ef61fcbc8bf6777964f472ae.jpg" width="640" /></div><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> This morning while staring at the crescent moon hung low over the mountains, I began to wonder <i>how come the moon itself looks so large in our sky</i>? I've seen how far from Earth it really is courtesy of diagrams online, and their depiction of its size relative to our planet, and I began to wonder if perhaps the reason why the moon looks so large every so often is because its image has been magnified by our atmosphere. Of course, I already know that the <i>real</i> reason is based on the oscillating distance of the moon as it constantly orbits Earth, which results in its size changing only by a margin of 10%. I'm writing this impromptu essay because I like to <i>play</i> <i>with false notions</i>, you understand, since deep inside I feel they may lead to <i>other</i>, separate connections that may be valid in their own context. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> For example, we all know what <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gravitational_microlensing">gravitational microlensing</a></i> is, and the idea behind it has spurred me to wonder if there's any such thing as a sort of microlensing initiated from our own planet, which is to say when our line of sight <i>passes through our Sun's own gravitational field</i> while it aims for the stars. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> The thought then occurred to me: </span><i style="font-family: georgia;">Are the pin-prick points of the stars and constellations we see with our naked eyes magnified in any way by virtue of the "lens of our own planet's atmosphere"-? </i><span style="font-family: georgia;">If there's no magnification effect for our moon, then one would assume there may not be any for our view of the stars, either. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> My imagination allows me to continue wondering, if we viewed the stars from outside our planet's atmosphere--from just beyond our moon, for example--wouldn't the micro-pinpricks that we'd assume would represent each star "out there" be so miniscule as to potentially be missed by the naked eye (considering the immense distance between us)? Who knows? This notion of a sort of "ground zero based gravitational microlensing" (begun from necessarily viewing "out there" <i>through</i> our own Sun's immense gravitational field) is certainly fun to think about, everything considered. If it operates in a somewhat analogous manner to the <i>standard</i> gravitational microlensing (allowing astronomers to use <i>distant star</i>'s gravitational fields to further magnify territories beyond them) is certainly a question left lingering in my own imagination. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> In any case, I figure that if Earth did <i>not </i>possess any atmosphere, our moon itself would appear smaller to the naked eye, but apparently this is not the case, from what online searches tell me. It's only a hunch when I imagine that the stars & constellations themselves would appear tinier, like diamond point font, or perhaps even unnoticeable to the naked eye, just a sort of unified ambient haze practically indistinguishable from darkest gray and the blackness of outer space. I just don't know. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> These are the sorts of thoughts that I assume typically run through the minds of most people, although often I wonder if I'm among the very few who are prone to relentlessly pursue each subsequent link in the expansive, interlinked chains of logical associations which necessarily accompany base assumptions about the nature of things. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> What if? What if the starry field of constellations we've mapped out so well over the centuries happens to be an elaborate sort of "optical illusion" cast by the interaction between our own Sun's light and that of all the remaining stars in our galaxy? What if we have been led to <i>mistakenly</i> assume that each star "out there" [which is really long, long, long, long ago dead to us] was "a remote physical object" that we could "actually somehow reach with an adequate spacecraft," when in reality no such thing <i>even remotely like that</i> could possibly exist? What if</span></div>shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-72844648868716036622023-12-06T13:57:00.012-07:002023-12-07T07:36:06.564-07:00Toward vs. Towards<p>
<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="487" data-original-width="496" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeY9Mrtj0cZbkmGTxmX0D7v-Km_2DWk3lzYEN9EEcTq6lec5riOOodGrsyzxA5UxElNSxsvR7LpVEmYr5XjrXjKEtVnjxTA5JOC5ctBm_wShR4OrG_JKOhQ1_0B4zlwK1MUVDqipWVmzA1UgwJGnwI_YVsdMcjG4poJFY1aw66KSZWST3gy112UQ/s320/kjkdjfre.PNG" width="320" /></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Web search results display blogversations which indicate that<i> with</i> the 's' is the British way, and <i>without </i>it, the American way. I don't know for sure, but personally, I don't think that gets to the bottom of it. <br />
<br />I think (or like to pretend at least) that it's finer than that.
<br />(I need help from experienced, language professionals, on this issue.)</p><p><br />These words, man...they are some volatile, dangerous stuff.
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<br />If you ask <i>me</i>, I think we should be using the 's' when the word being modified is plural, and drop it when it's singular. </p><p>Case in point:</p><p>You wouldn't say "<i>a thousand arrows rained down toward me</i>" unless you specifically meant to point out that they were all launched at the same time. Thus raining down all at once, in one fell swoop. That would indicate a <i>singular mass of arrows</i>--falling toward me.
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<br />Another example. Take the rain (for instance):<br />
<br />"<i>A million rain drops fell toward me</i>" vs. "<i>a million rain drops fell towards me</i>."
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<br />The former would indicate the rainfall as a frozen moment in time: you know how, if you stare out at the rain, you can slow down and even <i>momentarily freeze</i> sections of falling raindrops, as your eyes glance downward at matching rates of speed? It's sort of like that, when using the singular, without the 's'. But if you wanted to indicate the <i>continuing</i> or rather, constant fall of rain drops, you would use the plural form, with the 's': "<i>A million rain drops fell down from the sky towards me</i>."
<br /><br />A couple more examples, to rest my case: </p><p><i>"What looked like three street thugs working together began ambling over towards me."</i><br />
vs.<br /><i>"The police officer walked directly toward me."</i><br /><br />Look, I realize what I'm pointing out here probably isn't even a thing. I am just working toward understanding <i>towards</i>. Any help would be vastly appreciated. . .
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<br /></p><p></p><p></p>shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-35463112294208053682023-09-16T12:20:00.004-06:002023-09-20T21:59:09.702-06:00Droplet of Infusoria<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="864" height="474" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQB_3hLzamiULR5FHsFmuTHbMF-0wSMJGTHdCBpzCNnu2LD3YfJgls2dCF5hFFkD7oAPmgyTdAA_NoLc_88LZ5eDMxSg4snouZNxO3foePvsmgzSXNhUELP99q4zStnQi9wRt36N-4aVO8c7d-tNKKD3ZW0Nv6MpdwMRz9ZJ_s8E7lF0VYdRjJwg/w640-h474/2kzrat_1378f426c9de8595b42f045ca2be4a5f8f4ff8f8.jpg" width="640" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div> In my dreams last night I was a fugitive from some shady organization who's agenda remained unknown, but they had access to sophisticated nanotech controlled remotely by AI algorithms that could achieve some remarkable feats. For example, at one point in my dream, they targeted some sort of festival on the outskirts of town. There was a tension in the air as the signal intensified, an indication they were about to strike. <p></p><div> It became suddenly evident when from this one tent where a variety of people, both citizens out browsing through artisan's wares and several bands of gypsy like individuals milling in and out among themselves, an eruption of bizarre wingless insects came crawling out in a controlled tide, spilling out onto the sidewalk and pouring forth into the street. Some folk indigenous to central and South America cried out a warning, lost among the uproar and the throng of people trying to outrun the surge of crawling insects - which resembled arthropods with spiny appendages, about two inches long or so - but the idea carried on the wind was "they sting" -- so I began running as fast as I could away from their surging tide, and thinking quickly I headed for higher ground, and crawled up some siding against a building, trying to get as high up off the street level as possible. </div><div><br /></div><div> Under and behind me I could see the tide of scurrying insects rushing like a flash flood into the street, and spreading out. People were fleeing and screaming. I noticed they continued in an alarming amount of numbers - thousands upon thousands of them, just pouring out of that tent - then I noted that when they reached the walls of the buildings, they easily began scrambling up them towards me. Why hadn't I thought of that- ? <i>Of course</i> they can crawl up the damn walls ... I scrambled up even higher, trying to reach the roof, but there wasn't any way for me to climb any higher... I wasn't Spiderman. Thinking too rapidly to fully get a handle on the consequences, I spotted the top of a tree that had grown from the sidewalk, and just before the scurrying insects reached me on the wall I leapt -- right onto the tree, the leaves and branches striking my thrashing limbs as I hoped for purchase, and luckily didn't suffer too much damage as I landed on a sturdy branch and held on for dear life. </div><div><br /></div><div> I only enjoyed a split-second of thinking I'd landed to safety, when I noticed the surging tide of insects flowing below the tree trunk along the sidewalk begin rapidly crawling up the tree towards me. . . My efforts at escaping them had been to no avail. But in the manner of dreams, the scene shifted to a later moment, a short distance away, indicating I had managed to escape the strangely controlled tide of stinging insects. I learned that the organization we were desperately attempting to avoid had access to nanotech that could control insects like this - nanotech that relied on AI and electromagnetic remote control methods to plan out insect plagues and attacks in this manner. </div><div><br /></div><div> At one point in my series of disturbing dreams agents of this organization had caught up to us, and among them there were some men of differing heights, all clad in expensive business attire. While some stood six feet tall, another was seven and a half feet tall, while one in particular towered at nearly nine feet, a massive humanoid working for the organization. Somehow we escaped them, as the scene changed once again. Perhaps the best part of this dream was the part when I was confronted by a small group of individuals who looked roughshod and, of course, I couldn't tell if they were friend or foe. </div><div><br /></div><div> It soon became apparent they were allies, since one of them handed me some sticks of incense, and a small potato. He instructed me in urgent tones, conveying a sense of vital importance for our continued safety, considering we were all being stalked by agents of the sinister organization that set off the "insect bomb" in the street market, earlier. He told me to burn the incense and head in the direction the smoke goes, until we had traversed enough distance to reach safety, if only temporarily. Then he insisted I dig a hole and "bury the potato." And that's how it went afterward. I detected the strident tones of a man who'd survived in the underground long enough to have gained some wisdom in certain techniques to help avoid the dangerous agents of this worldwide organization constantly hunting us all down. And that thing about burying the potato is when I made the irrevocable deduction, which I take seriously in my waking life of our actual present world as I did in the dream itself. This whole scenario I found myself in while dreaming had everything to do with our being immersed in the world of nanotech and the rapidly evolving development of AI. Welcome to just one droplet of infusoria within the technological singularity. You are swimming in it even as I type this, and absolutely while you are reading it, or listening to its message, perhaps even while you're enjoying yourself at a local street fair. There's no need to dream or wonder about it any longer, <i>what would the so-called technological singularity be like, really?</i> Just open your eyes and take a look around you. Like it or not, we're in the very midst of it. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://weyrd2.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="768" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-rXlqF5SwjBwpNop5Hb2QRvfymb_9tEdtrprNrUAO3c4c2reINNTk-qozulrodGewj_lCXb1QDbyw_hBZ1I9eBz9NDI-E51UiOpTqUjo2R7QSaFHk2fgscZN2XiJcNiKFl7XOooX5OP2ZBl-HQIyk-jsJu8wwDHsyYKDNAN5kOyV3mZqpTP9d1A/s320/che6al_2a2b5b8b6d4519338bf3e781a15754898b267bf7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div>shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-94799554016025472023-09-11T08:21:00.007-06:002023-12-07T08:12:36.788-07:00The Gallus & the Zygote<div style="text-align: left;"><i> <span style="font-family: georgia;"> by Shunjinx Talonratios</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="608" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUIHSUhZ4w2HAIEBZ5uICztnQfDMPVowWV_AoYq1PMRCA3mHdcRSk-hB8VpNOFmSiwRFyP_BdUzxnmPLP15l5ccZJZXE5irBwBBIYj1RR6xxC-xHf_mGRnbq8MptxW7haVvHtE2ULx3lEbyH5D7LurZMGmdaaymm9SqjgFlBb4QPYNqBUvvKzT3Q/w406-h640/a2oyj6_c86ab3aa6518414286a032e15145b5387430ae73.jpg" width="406" /></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"> The relationship between the pantheon of mythical deities and demigods and their alleged ancestry having crossbred with humans at assorted points in history varies depending on the specific mythology or culture in question. Mythology is a complex and evolving body of stories, and the origins of these tales can be quite diverse. In general, it's often challenging to pinpoint a definitive "chicken or egg" scenario in mythology, as myths can evolve and adapt over time.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Many myths and legends have developed over centuries through oral storytelling before being recorded in written form. As a result, their origins can be quite archaic and may not always be clear to modern sensibilities. In some cases, religious beliefs may have influenced the development of myths, while in other cases, myths could have been created to explain religious concepts or rituals.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Legends such as these often reflect the values, beliefs, and social structures of the cultures that created them. They can serve to explain the origins of important institutions, customs, or social hierarchies. Additionally, different cultures and regions may have variations of similar allegories, which can make it challenging to determine a single origin point.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"> In the case of demigods or beings resulting from the crossbreeding of gods and humans, these stories can serve various purposes within a mythology; for example, demigods are often portrayed as possessing exceptional abilities due to their divine parentage. Allegories such as these can be used to explain why certain individuals have extraordinary talents or qualities. Not only that, but demigods can also symbolize the idea that humans have the potential for greatness or divinity within them, even if they are not full gods.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"> The folk tales of demigods can reflect the cultural values and aspirations of a society. They can embody the idea that humans can aspire to greatness and connect with the divine. The relationship between the pantheon of mythical deities, demigods, and their fabled crossbreeding with humans is complex and can vary from one mythological tradition to another. It often involves a blend of cultural, religious, and storytelling elements, making it difficult to determine a single direction of influence. Myths tend to be dynamic and can evolve over time, adapting to the needs and beliefs of the societies that tell them.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1172" data-original-width="728" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgswJdSnERFpkEtleIIP0lVRoQLNMQ5_eZl3vVDZZPzEHCodVMRj3-bYp_hJnMlfSGTIw0JgjwCKXJqSzX8aJZ5RgueSGGrzoRxm4hICcrG0An1JXs7YhkdihxeG7hvvPeGF6ZWOekwidHPozBuQuRb0JSzsatfaQqyOv0dq2QCvtT6VXtH4VP3bQ/w249-h400/306473053_10160255047259655_5084207347601349002_n.jpg" width="249" /></div><br /><div><br /></div>shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-43699155155640243722022-05-08T14:18:00.006-06:002023-09-11T16:47:20.625-06:00Fractal Dragonography <p> <span style="font-family: georgia;">You got to dive deep to ride the Fractal Dragon. I mean, it doesn't just come undulating up towards and unfolding all around you in its radiant glory out of nowhere, not really, which is really rather telling, I suppose. With me, it started in 1982, when I was seventeen and subscribed to Omni magazine. I read that issue about fractals, and it captured my imagination. I think I did a report on them for a math or science class. How they resembled continental coastlines, as well as spiral galaxy and plant formations, right on down to the serrated edges of leaves, themselves similar to coastlines, in a manner that unfolds in the mind as naturally as an origami work of art. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> By now you're not the only one beginning to get the picture, by certain degrees, we all are. Little by little the populace is affected in a combination of direct and indirect ways. The beautiful thing about the technological singularity is that it's not so important to understand how it works, as it is to realize it mirrors the patterns we've learned in life as a continuation, a shed echo of sorts, haunting the byways of our lives. To have our decaying old worlds mixed up in the steam of our waking dream is an all too common malady, I'm afraid. These demons are executed on the chopping block of time. But enough of fractal dragonography. What is it about us that can be made known? To find the answer to that, the Mandelbrot set seeks balance. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmHXaTiCeYThKwgZsnNH864pQhfOIG_VFr-GZ76PV-e8VDGmnEMRPThf-snsek50EOYsYYIFCPk1KWvuOaiCElRUPvwk0b-F93jNMKnV8vcjon_USiN_9JBZ_xZRTvXoyAKG8Gw/w640-h480/mandel-20211107-155832.png" width="640" /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: georgia;">It sees itself in a reflection of seeing that it can't see a thing, revealing its oncoming blundering to </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">the multi-eyed fractal dragon plunging through autumn to emerge in the spring, </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">an explosion of variables thriving in perpetuity, alive and shining, a guiding light upon </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">all the pioneers who have surfed the unknown into depths as of yet still unfathomed, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">to capture at the end of a tentacled grip the scope of a galaxy or an atom. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> The fractal dragon is a shadow of an outline generated by a mathematical equation cast by the sunlight of intelligence. It's the continually unfolding idea of a constantly ongoing phenomenon, the reaching forward to self identify becoming a look in the rearview mirror. Revealing a world codified into being from a margin without error. Reflecting the fun house of reality we all become the heirs of. It's the hypothetical chimerical beast as much of a code as a chemical. It's charged with the insurgence at the very least of the electrical heart of the matter. It's symbolic of the dividing line in the operations of chance. It's the delineation which defines the shape of the matter at hand. A tool for remembering that endless twists may be just the beginning. Any fool can dream up dragons like an equation of mathematics. Once met eye to eye, there's no getting by the potential for turbulent self mockery. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKZhDPWGJfw4beGNOGly_DpY46FUUFnSS33ftNr7ahX435Sokn6iLnBiXY4DP5lYmSWEC3YZf0Ru67oh7rJqSuAY3kUVULJE6FWweJWeVUz5pTwsT7SMd9hX4lwZA8J4xPTYBPg/w640-h480/mandel-20211106-201403.png" width="640" /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> When you stoop down by the riverside after dark under the bright full moon light</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">to see your own shadow's outline as a reflection blended into the town sky line, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> the signals from the temples transmitted into the distant twilight echo on</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">for a long time to come, like the ripples on a pond during and after the rain. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> All flow follows the rule of liquidity, having to do with the shape taken naturally after water. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">The molecular combination of </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">hydrogen and oxygen</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> is the shape of the keyhole </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">that unlocks the equation of life and its inherent ability to flow forward,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">as a relentless persuasion, or any other combination of iteration you care</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">to place before the scope laid out as a map before you: the cyber-lanes of information. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Fractal Dragonography, might as well call it. It don't matter none, what they hear is how you see. We're all walking in file, along a thin line, after a glittering piece of bait from an angler's hook. Nevermind that its grown out of our own foreheads. We are the self electrocuted unicorns from our own dream. Their antennae were the conduit we mistook for poacher's game, when it turned out to be the umbilical cord that held together the forest. Even the smallest micro-particles of water got carried out to the farthest away and driest of places. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">The glittering spiderweb mosaic lit up the darkness in a diamantine veil, over-shrouded. With the guideline of imagination, this map can help us toward any achievement in conscientious auto-evolution (</span><i style="font-family: georgia;">to be cont</i><span style="font-family: georgia;">.)...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div>shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-33286057592609827412022-03-09T10:09:00.006-07:002022-03-11T14:20:28.444-07:00Acoustic Interiors <div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjTzdgPLAQ7F2i1hx3DAz2fk_-ru9N2sXJ_NDijCnB7aGg6ZY5nVYwA79XQvyv-z2Ifvzq5zyyeJnA43tBtKilMgjjWnN8xU5N9UqVPTAa9Hy75TIqk6sce6w_20u9qIVP4Xn3u2yO77jMsni-Q4wz37YnSy9897zHhq-mmHr_7PwwyOHb9NA8=w640-h640" width="640" /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>digital art mashup by <a href="https://eyeseat.blogspot.com/">s. lawton</a> & <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/chazcartier">c. carter</a> </i></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> Our focus as individual human beings seems keyed to differentiating wavelengths or frequencies generated from our own biological OS. It seems to be a matter of the ratio of our perception, from exterior toward interior reflection. We know many people are born on the spectrum. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> I am near-sighted, and have worn corrective lenses since the age of fifteen. This near-sightedness seems related to my mental acuity and perspective; a reflection of it. I have always had difficulty as a creative writer in the "nuts and bolts" aspect of plot construction and, to an extent, characterization. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> It seems to me that I am attuned to the "inward" world that silently shuttles beneath the surface skin of things. The more I focus, the deeper into this hidden landscape I manage to see. Distances become blurry. I'm all about focusing in on the microscopic elements of our evolving world. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> I once considered that I don't use words to write about things; rather, words use me to express themselves. As if I'm a conduit in an eternal line of codified programming embedded within our dna. The more I write, the deeper within the interior I go. Almost as if I'm bent on breaking a code. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> I've glimpsed hidden clues winking in the mica chips protruding from the surface of things. I've noticed recurring patterns out of the corner of my mind's eye. I'm compelled to write these developing notions down. As if this line of thought were an umbilical connection to the cosmos. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> As if the universe has been compelling me to get these concepts out there for others to latch onto, despite the fact I write my creative visions for no audience but myself. As if I may or may not be the only one in existence, or at least one of the very few, with a focus on the interior world. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> Depending on whether I'm to be preaching to the choir, if I'm not the only one, or necessarily attempting to toss a lifeline to any in the crowd at risk of being drowned whose ordinarily exteriorized mode of thinking could benefit from these insights. As if my own lonesome subset needs to grow like any other plant or life form. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="293" data-original-width="500" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtO2W7uPmiEvcMZYJEQAhQBZQNoVCrxKmsBDFI6dRtIfbMtSWjt_lEjFvFgwhRNjff3hMf9fI1A5bGM96ofxrtcGtoDXgDKl0Vpkkl8np7K6osuRnRtBdNss5o_whEW2CcmVgoB8f9_E5E9b9qWfGP5NnqWWZFl2BXnylJu_2lyt9FYr9gNh0=w400-h235" width="400" /></div><br /></div>shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-48057742788801269972021-11-12T21:37:00.002-07:002021-11-12T21:47:14.011-07:00The Penumbra of Time<div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-DukxoaOGy6-EbkZFFn2RwbJq-1BVfdJwNaAXxqm7lHXAdpI1_mpUdvG8A4B4jq-s1_FxPy3FuJtoOjVCW95tN09Hs8E50HfRWJGdfjOGMgJkqretuTQzoTsgsxGVPlAXLpFEKA/w640-h480/mandel-20211029-231318.png" width="640" /></div><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>After plundering pockets of circumstance we pack our baggage </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">for every hundred thousand orrerys that wobble off balance </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">one sits stabilized at the center of a region so disproportionately vast</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">it should go without saying even the notion of exploring it is crass</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">in a scenario such as this it would warrant a long crumpled drag </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">on a cigarette burning cooler than the embers scattered across Hell </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">then flicked off into dead mist crumbling a trail of sparks behind it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Standing on the fire escape at night with a bucket of animal bones </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">time is the puzzle completed and we are the echoes still catching up</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">reflected in the mirror of the stars as if frozen under stadium lights </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">a coliseum where the prisoners are all hidden and the warden's lost</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">gone off in his head in the state of Catatonia on vacation in Key West</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">floating in a sea of bath salts flown in under the radar over the border</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">landing in a corn field under moonlight in the frozen dead of night.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Memories rolled up into tubes and filed away for a never arriving day</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">impressions of a transcript of simulated replicas impersonating a model</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">casting the shadow of a reflection reproducing an archetypal effigy </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">outlining the representation of a remote desolate unidentified likeness </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">all the usual suspects lined up glittering near the Tannhäuser Gate</span><br />
leave a long forgotten trail behind them sunken into dreams halfway erased<br />
adrift across the gulf of the Obliterate Dust unbound into a photograph.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> The nano-missive I've received continues to indicate an endless transmission reflecting a focus of intent on behalf of what appears to be one of the last surviving teams of humanity (stranded on Ceres) sometime in the future. Apparently by encoding everything onto nano-circuits embedded on neutrinos beamed into the heart of Sagittarius A*, they managed to send this fleet of programming back in time to a range of specified years including 2009, where it was absorbed ostensibly by a radiology patient transporter on duty in the process of bringing an aging war veteran in for a nuclear medicine stress test. The C-arm parked out in the hallway was on and acting funny as they passed by, and a blue arc of laser light flared in the peripheral vision of the patient transporter after turning his head forward from having glanced over at it. The flash left a photo-impression after image behind his eye lids. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> The transporter lived in a mid-western city somewhere in continental North America. That's when he first had the idea to start up a <a href="https://freezineoffantasyandsciencefiction.blogspot.com/">fanzine in the form of a blog on the world wide web</a>. Little did he realize then that he was operating on an imperative sent back in time to possess his consciousness into doing something just for the benefit of the endeavor rather than to sell it. As the nanohorde encoded his neural network with sub-programmed commands (from what turns out to later become a shed alternate ghost world) apparently sent in a final desperate attempt to anchor the stabilization of our own ongoing timeline to develop into a more cohesive and sustainable post-cybernetic environment, the carrier of this electromagnetic wave of information was beginning to fathom more of the shape these events had spurred on for him. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I've come to realize from a sharper tuned intuition that he wasn't the only human subject acting as a conducive rod channeling various commands sent tacitly from the last few stranded bases of surviving colonists in the solar system. Here today there are hundreds or more of us, an undue amount really, potentially the entire human race today as we know it. I've been thinking lately about how neutrinos leave streaks of light when they pass through the purest water. As they penetrate our planet's oceans, they must barely leave a discernible ambient flash, then; too brief and faint to be registered in a normal human's eyes. Cephalopods and various insects have been known for their ability to detect polarized light. But I digress. It has led to a strange thought.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> The neutrino itself therefore has been revealed to me as having remained the entirety of the universe compressed into a singularity which manages to be mirrored by a duplication process not unlike cloning from a branched off membrane which is assimilated into the growing milieu of the evolving morphological universe, itself the opposed counterbalance in a singularity altogether familiar with our own domain yet somehow incomprehensibly different. One way of thinking of what I mean is to realize all the rain drops in this mind exercise represent every neutrino as actual reflections of the <i>one singular neutrino in existence</i> and that very solid object <i>appears to be our universe with this planet and current species of humanity yet surviving upon it</i> as we apparently continue to plunge in motion through a process involving the spacetime continuum. Of course it's the only thing faster than light, and it projects through a million different facets stitching us into existence. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> There's evidence to suggest this singularity keeps repeating its programming in a never ending loop of such gradually decaying simulation that the differentials spawned grow not into yet more shed ghosts of future developments, but rather, constantly shape and mold <i>the singular possible existence</i> here frozen in eternity and possessed by the illusion of constant movement to the point that even in our resting state of deep sleep every night occurring with metronomic persistence we are unable to really wake up from our conditioning to realize this motion has been conducting us into dreaming all along. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> We're machines powered by electromagnetic forces beyond our comprehension which nonetheless animate our existence with absolute authority even down to the intricately worked out details of a predetermined future destined to remain eternal despite our inability to understand the whole of it, much less any single part of which it's comprised. The fractal holography paradox appears to never blink because we operate on differentiating frequencies while staring into the same universal mirror together. </span></div>
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shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-70654358244739814012021-04-07T15:04:00.043-06:002023-04-17T10:03:07.873-06:00Focusing on Context<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="214" data-original-width="250" height="342" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6KagMl3xoSDyGO5nnDGw7rtsidzApozKAMRsukOjxS5V6hbvroSbAlFYPSuOfbL86p8yw8lcXYrSdO_lnINuY48soghFlkLu3f-sV6qF_BNZv_PoX6Wd_37lLEOm-6ho8Z5qKYg/w400-h342/d711aadb-2482-4f4b-af0e-944b3cd11e19.jpg" width="400" /></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"> If the future represents death (and there's no doubt that it does) then a re-examination of <i>the present</i> becomes necessary for us to gain a better understanding of the actual context of our position among the stars. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> Now that we've outlined <i>time</i> as having necessarily produced a myriad pockets of <i>equilibrium</i> by virtue of the revolutionary actions of solar systems either functioning independently or in tandem (depending on whether or not they belong to a larger cluster of stars), we've identified the galactic region in which we dwell as being located within a <i>barycentric zone </i>where time achieves an equipoised stability or composure that effectively produces the era in which we are sustainably permitted to live out our lifespans. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> It's this epoch of counterpoised stabilization generated by the massive gravitational flux from either our own individual Sun or quite possibly including the cluster of related stars which should be seen as being tantamount to a sort of pool or reservoir, if you will, which is to say, a <i>temporal body</i> or zone of the spacetime continuum in which we are nestled. An area of sufficient harmony to have produced the serenity of life as we know it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> As a collective species, and despite all of our significant advancements in science and technology, I am left with the distinct impression that we are still psychologically trapped within the limited subjective scope of our view into having mistakenly projected our inherent (and <i>indigenous</i>) sense of three dimensions onto the canvas of what we consider to be "outer space." I suspect this may be the point at which we lose focus of our actual condition in the Milky Way galaxy. (It can be duly noted that we've even gone so far as to implement the word "space" as the primary noun we've modified with the word "outer".) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> If we are to facilitate our progress moving forward in terms of continuing to discover the true context of our existence here on this planet on a scientific basis, it will become necessary for this newfound insight into the actual nature of our condition to become more commonly understood. The reason for this is because the very point of our divergence from <i>what's actually happening</i> begins with our false presumption that the whole of space follows the same guiding proportions and measurement as does the vacuole of our atmosphere on Earth provide. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> These are entirely distinct phenomena from each other while remaining parts and parcel of the whole. This pocket of air we breathe on Earth generated from our planet's spin and rotation about our central star resulting from the complex interaction of the fungal and vegetable kingdoms with elements such as light and water producing photosynthesis and generating life as we know it all happens within the more or less sealed or semi-impermeable bubble shielded from radiation by the interactive magnetic fields from both our Sun and home planet. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> A better comprehension of these life-sustaining dynamics would perforce allow us as a species to discard whole reams of spurious thought which have been leading us on toward impossible pipe dreams and excess wastes of time, energy and money chasing our dreams in the wrong direction. For example, we don't waste our precious reserves of time and energy trying to "seek alien life" or "expand space exploration" through the portals of hot springs, do we? Perhaps we should...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> ...But of course not, because not only is the very notion absurd, but that's because we have an inherent understanding about hot springs and their limited function for us. We may immerse our bodies into them to relax in the heat and enjoy the benefits of soaking in their minerals, and that's about the extent of it. I've come to the inevitable deduction that similarly, the deep fields--or ocean, if you will--of time represented by the vast distances between stars remains more along the lines of something we can certainly on occasion "go for a brief dip into the surface of" (as has been proven repeatedly by our stalwart astronauts) but by all means may end up quite likely being the case that going too much further (for example heading into interstellar space as the Voyager crafts have been remotely sent into) may remain the very antithesis of what we should aspire to do. (Speculations such as these serve as bookmarks. We should really remain open to changing our minds.) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> I am not saying that this is certain. If anything, the expanse delineated by that zone in our region of space defined by our "temporal barycenter" has its own limits which may serve as the boundaries which we would no sooner think of crossing than we would (for example) surgically implant a foot on the side of our head. What would be the point of that? Certainly there's a possibility that our entire solar system should be open to our expansion: just think of all the dwarf planets orbiting the gas giants, including Ceres which NASA recently discovered has more water on it than all of Earth's oceans combined. We just need to keep the underlying context of our exploratory missions tempered with a foundation of solid reasoning, if you ask me. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> In my opinion, we really need to get a better mental grip and gain a renewed objectivity by focusing our perspective on the context of our position in the galaxy before we waste too much more money, time and energy pursuing endeavors that may end up fruitless but for a shot at profiteering. It's a matter of getting our priorities in the right order. Why should we focus an extraordinary and unprecedented amount of money, time and energy trying to terraform Mars to make it hospitable for human habitation when that same money, time and energy <i>could be shifted toward cleaning up and making our own planet once again hospitable to continue sustaining us with a renewable biodiversity</i>? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> But then again, we can't really advance that far as a species without trial and error. There's absolutely something to admire in our audacious exploits to the Moon and Mars, make no mistake about it. After all, they say you can't cook an omelet without cracking a few eggs. I really do believe nothing's impossible. Mainly because the prefix "im-" may be interpreted as meaning "before," which reveals a significant understanding of the word as simply indicating something that is "not yet possible." Perhaps our excursions into the surrounding neighborhood of our solar system will only serve to strengthen the conviction of the boundless nature of our own worldly parameters right here on this mysterious living organism we call home. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> If our imaginations may conjure such apparent miracles as the dawn of aviation and space flight to the Moon and make them tangible realities, then let this serve as a reminder that it can work both ways, which is to say that we may also conceive of the true significance and context of such mysteries as the cosmos yet holds in store for us, so that we may be more optimally prepared to both confront what's necessary <i>and to avoid what isn't expedient</i> at too much cost. It's time to hedge our bets and gain new focus and objectivity. What are we here for in the first place if not to make things better for all mankind, instead of worse? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div>shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-23225265572810150572021-04-07T09:17:00.021-06:002021-04-08T09:35:33.073-06:00Time To Get Going<div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="701" data-original-width="526" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Fr6HNAiDlf4tsmfa6ayhO6CBhIi1xFHpVd3_I7hV0DhcvO9f2EOwWlj8IiiOhFDF40uEBNxhD2XvTTjJG6DOJADzoyv_-cOFl1l02t-g_KJjMY3aa1NRwJh4Rk5tmkEJOSgOFg/w300-h400/118469679_10158680420379655_2878672943930953198_o.jpg" width="300" /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> Until we better define the parameters of our experience together we'll continue devaluing the richness of our currency here. The problem has to do with a mistaken assumption and consequently unrealistic expectation of what the nature of our true <i>setting</i> happens to be. Our <i>place</i>'s aspect to it remains largely inconsequential, when you consider our position from another angle. It's only <i>time</i> that we're actually located within. Our misunderstanding of our <i>place in time</i> results in the margin of error of an entire world. Think about it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> The definition of our world should not be limited to just the planetary mass known as Earth. That just happens to be a province of the forest we are born and buried in. Our world should more be defined as an electrifying continuum in which we are still processing the activity of our existence, more of the environmental aspect of a living colony yet undergoing evolutionary transmutations. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> See, the idea of 'place' itself got cemented into place once upon a time, as it were, when the conceits of <i>stories</i> began getting taken too seriously by the <i>glitterati modus operandi, </i>which is to say, you and I and everyone else who's been taken along for that ride. In a major sense the human condition is defined by the gilded stage. We are a creature so fascinated by mystery that we begin to believe in our own stories handed down through the generations. We're beings that look into the mirror of history and more often than not see fabrication and lies, being distracted from Pardon the digression, back to my narrative. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> An understanding of our proper setting being exclusively <i>on the stage of time</i> could improve matters wholescale. Since time equals distance, any travel away from our stellar region amounts to <i>actual time travel</i> (where in direct opposition to this phenomena, for example, the position of Earth serves as the <i>lack of time travel</i>). The capacity for this time travel remains relative to the point defining it. In other words, there should exist a vicinity which amounts to an amorphous aggregate comprised of not necessarily just our own solar system, but potentially that of a clutch of star systems, which together comprise a <i>gravitational barycenter.</i> That zone where time slows to a virtual stop or reaches a state of equilibrium. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> Travel away from this barycenter necessarily heads into the future, or at least, that much closer towards it would be the least one could say. Make no mistake about it, the future is not next year when our stocks might go up, and the future's not in a hundred years when massive social evolution may or may not improve civilization by a remarkable degree; no. The real future is nothing but <a href="https://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2021/04/focusing-on-context.html">death</a>. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-74233166573018332102020-07-16T15:09:00.001-06:002020-07-16T21:08:25.333-06:00Nested Conjectures <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> In questioning old assumptions, we are led down the pathway which eventually gets us closer, presumably, to addressing the full list of what we've incorrectly surmised and which yet remains to be corrected. For instance, as an arbitrary starting point, not that long ago we assumed time and space were separate. Eventually we have been led to realize (thanks to Einstein and Minkowski) they are part of the same continuum. Of course, if we take this example to its furthest conclusion, we might then recognize that so too does everything else in creation (which we have labeled with names) in actuality exist as one holistic entirety. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Really its just a matter of our disciplining ourselves to understand that all the aspects of this singularity we refer to as our universe have merely been labeled by us for its seemingly disparate parts. Of course it's important for us to recognize the difference between all of these parts, for a host of reasons I don't really need to get into. Suffice it to say that this whole we ourselves appear to be parts of may continue operating (executing its program, if you will) for an extremely long and indefinite period of time, just as it has been doing so for an equally incommensurable period. One might even seize this moment to remark, "perhaps there's no 'it' to 'have been doing' anything," an indication that one would have at least trained themselves to sharpen their own questioning of former assumptions to an even finer razor's edge. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> There are many among us who have inferred that eternity must be real and that we as living incarnations of beings perceiving this universe by split-mind objectification must necessarily deal with the extremely realistic illusion that makes it appear as if we are separate from everything surrounding us. That our mortality itself may be defined as a temporary escape from the preternatural or unknown condition pertaining to the "void of nonbeing" or whatsoever the other side of our present actuality may have once been. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> One of the important take-away lessons from following this line of thinking is learning where to spot our presumptions about existence in order to redress and improve our comprehension of it. For example, there may not be an "other side" to our present condition. This leads to my next point, which is the continuation of the theme first touched upon when we determined that "time" and "space" aren't separate at all but better understood as a continuum wherein those aspects of it we've <i>labeled </i>"time" and "space" are just parts seamlessly combined into a greater whole. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> The first mistake we tend to make becomes a <i>signifier</i> which we then repeatedly tend to make after we've moved on to further matters of perception. As alluded to before, if we take the idea of the entire universe as a singularity which every individual human and all of creation merely happen to be parts of, then we put ourselves in a position exceeding our capacity to remain comfortable with insofar as thinking about how it all interrelates in a manner best suited to prolong our capacity to survive within it. This brings us right back to the necessity of having fashioned language in order for us to measure and describe each of our circumstances' various parts so that we might better comprehend our place within the world. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> There appears to remain a capacity to continue refining our process of discarding anachronistic premises and replacing them with upgraded ones. For instance, proximity and distance are prime factors here on Earth where we must calculate measurements which display how far away certain places are from one another, and how long it may take us to cross from one point to the other. We then take this conception of 'distance' and 'time' and project it to outer space, naturally assuming that the same process of traveling across the globe here on Earth would apply itself to our preconceived wish to travel the distances in between stars. Seldom do we seem to stop and consider that this may not actually be the case. Just take a look at humanity's common aspiration to colonize other planets, be they in our solar system or beyond. For all we know, those interstellar regions we'd like to explore remain off-limits for a variety of reasons we haven't fathomed yet. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> It occurs to me that even if we successfully empty our minds of the outmoded postulations that time and space are separate (never mind for the moment the idea that trees, lava, insects, humans and the wind only appear separate by virtue of the illusion we're immersed in) we still have a tendency to continue applying the supposition of <i>duration</i> to time itself. What is duration if not distance across time? And just what is distance in proximity to the stars if not time itself? Our vast collection of misguided supposals seems to get bigger until it begins to resemble a giant museum, where antiquated relics of thought get to hang out and collect dust. Even our brand newly re-designed concepts of spacetime--which is to say, time itself--could stand for further revisions and fine tuning once we realize that its capacity to be rendered into shorter or longer increments--i.e, that 'distance' we've superimposed upon the nature of time--may be yet another dimensional aspect of our preliminary assumptions that requires further adjustment if we are to reach a better understanding of our true nature.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-47210306317088237422020-03-20T15:21:00.001-06:002020-03-20T15:41:07.902-06:00[a page from old notes]We see the sun's image<br />
cast from far ago & long away,<br />
but the light took this long<br />
to get to our eye so what<br />
we actually see <u>IS NOT DEAD</u><br />
<u>OR LONG AGO GONE</u> it<br />
is that final LIVING IMAGE<br />
that is still ALIVE.<br />
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WE MUST COME AFTER<br />
the stars in the sky.<br />
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They see the light of our Sun<br />
as it was a million years ago.<br />
<u>so</u>, stars are <u>nothing</u> but<br />
old silent films; and suns<br />
are living current entities.<br />
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More apparently by a star's old light<br />
can we see what we really are at night<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When you twist around and look behind to catch a glimpse of what you are </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And wish upon a terrible blind and shattered star to get re-knit and travel back</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">To a dream of old when shadows thrown by candle lit docks haunted our walks</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Late at night in the woods on a lone cold mountain under moonlight in the wind</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Out in the wild lucid stillness gracing the eye of the storm focused right on you </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Staring back in its face locked pupils reflecting each other across infinite space </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Completing a circuit repeatedly in time and weaving a spiraling loop in a rhyme</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">With the rhythm of blossoming open mutations starred adrift in evolution's wink</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Do you get a thrilling sensation of wonder crawling up and around your own spine</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Realizing in a moment of unforgettable awe that's the tail end of the singular aura</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">That can only be said to be yours and mine spread across this universe we've found</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Won't ever be borrowed for sometime tomorrow because the past and future don't exist</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Only this present unfolding moment rolling on in the spectrum of our electric dreams</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Can possess us fully to reconsider flexing the fingers of our body in a glove without seams</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Not worn by anything other than what it is that we happen to be here at the moment</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Conjuring metaphors in alphabetical code to flash the signals and move down the road</span></i></div>
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<br />shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-8837521661535308962019-12-19T09:31:00.002-07:002020-02-10T11:45:11.179-07:00Eurekanova<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12.3704px; text-align: left;"> <i>S</i></span><i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supermassive_black_hole" style="background: none rgb(248, 249, 250); color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12.3704px; text-align: left; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Supermassive black hole">upermassive black hole</a><span style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12.3704px; text-align: left;"> at the core of </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Type-cD_galaxy" style="background: none rgb(248, 249, 250); color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12.3704px; text-align: left; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Type-cD galaxy">supergiant</a><span style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12.3704px; text-align: left;"> </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elliptical_galaxy" style="background: none rgb(248, 249, 250); color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12.3704px; text-align: left; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Elliptical galaxy">elliptical galaxy</a><span style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12.3704px; text-align: left;"> </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Messier_87" style="background: none rgb(248, 249, 250); color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12.3704px; text-align: left; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Messier 87">Messier 87</a></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> My view of the universe and how we as a species may have come into being has significantly changed over the years. Thirty years ago I mused over the possibility that the theory of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panspermia">panspermia</a> (as postulated by Francis Crick) may have something to it. That life here may have been seeded by extraterrestrial forces appealed to my burgeoning sense of curiosity, as a young man. What I've come to understand since then is that it all lies in <i>the particular manner</i> by which this process may be achieved. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Fifteen years ago or so I began thinking more along a planet-centric view: that all life here including ourselves (despite intriguing clues presented by <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epic_of_Gilgamesh">Sumerian cuneiform mythology</a> concerning Ea and Enlil having engineered our race long ago after having arrived here from their <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nibiru_(Babylonian_astronomy)">Planet-X</a> or whatnot) must've originated right here on Earth. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> During this final month of 2019 (at the age of 54) I experienced a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eureka_(word)">eureka</a> moment concerning our origins and formation. Having considered how our galaxy and solar system may have formed (from around the quasar / black hole / '<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sagittarius_A">Sagittarius A</a>' <i>radio source</i> at its center) and having mused over the teachings of one of my heroes <a href="https://www.kosmosjournal.org/news/thich-nhat-hanh-on-the-consciousness-of-things/">Thich Nhat Hanh</a> ("<i>human beings are comprised of non-human elements</i>") the proverbial light bulb has flicked on in my mind like a supernova. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Considering the law of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conservation_of_mass">conservation of mass</a> and <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conservation_of_energy">energy</a> and the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Second_law_of_thermodynamics">second law of thermodynamics</a> along with the larger-view picture of our universe still in motion and continuing its majestic dynamic evolution over <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Time">time</a>, I now have discarded the aforementioned theories of our origins as seeming, if not more jejune, at least more incomplete in their overall conception. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Further reasoning along the lines of my <a href="http://animusvoid.blogspot.com/2013/11/the-law-of-inversion.html">Law of Inversion</a> (a counter-intuitive mode of analysis based on attempting to remain congruent with dynamics operating at the quantum level) has assisted my <i>eureka </i>moment into concurring with my latest revelation. Taking into account that <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Search_for_extraterrestrial_intelligence">SETI</a>'s search for signs of extraterrestrial life have thus far turned up empty-handed, and moreover inasmuch as the so-called <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fermi_paradox">Fermi Paradox</a> remains unresolved, I now have a rather clear idea formed in my mind as to the resolution that all these mysteries concurrently point toward. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Our species and all life on this planet (as connected as we are to the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DNA">DNA</a> running through the whole system) may in fact be a <i>summation</i> of an eternal process having begun an unimaginable period of time ago which continues to blossom throughout the universe and repeatedly die off / shed its old skins in spectacular supernovas which reinstate through the production of black holes and quasars into new formations of analogous states of existence corresponding to our own and which we ourselves remain <i>at the electromagnetic center of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electromagnetic_spectrum">spectrum</a></i> in a relative manner resulting in the paradox of our own perceptions necessarily achieved through <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Light">visible light</a> and a stereo-optic split-mind objectification of the cosmos</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">—</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">(which we imagine surrounds us but in reality lies more or less </span><i style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">within us; </i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">that is, </span><i style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">within the total system of which we are but microbes upon the expanding surface of</i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">)</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">—</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">a cosmos constantly dying off and becoming reborn along a proximity of the continuum we currently belong to. To wit: one reason both the Fermi Paradox and SETI remain unresolved in our minds is because we've been seeking to understand them in an antipodal mode. In other words, the signs of extraterrestrials in actuality lie <i>within our own bodies</i> and manifested within all life on Earth at the micro-cellular level. The reason for this is because, as I mentioned above, all life on our planet at this current time of our animation remains a </span><i style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">sum result set of cosmic processes</i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> still in the course of development. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> This epiphany I've just been triggered into experiencing will continue to divulge more discoveries about the nature of our reality, I'm rather certain, for the remainder of my relatively limited lifespan here. Stay tuned to this blog for more information as it becomes inloaded to my consciousness. Thanks for subscribing or lurking and reading my posts, and be sure to share them since I figure it can't hurt for more people to be subject to my wild ruminations and thinking process about our presence in this most curious membrane of our expanding universe. The main reason I got this far in my philosophizing is because I kept on asking questions and never settled on any one given answer. The more one practices this art, the better one gets at recognizing the faults inherent to most of our questions, thus allowing for our improvement at discarding the spurious inquiries in order to begin asking new and even more appropriate ones. In this manner we may be led closer to, and not stray farther from, the relativistic truth at the crux of the matter concerning our essence. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I will try my best to demonstrate how the so-called "Fermi Paradox" has already been resolved, or at the very least, remains a matter of having asked the wrong question. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> When we factor in the quantum realm along with the actual nature of the spacetime continuum, certain aspects prove to be counter-intuitive; which is to say, paradoxical.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Heraclitus has already pointed out that we may never step into the same river twice. But what does that mean? Try to think of it this way. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> The universe (an expression of electromagnetism) remains rather like a river, except it flows in all directions--that is, one trajectory: outward (since everyone already knows there's no orientation (up, down, left, or right) in outer space--and it does so at the speed of light, constantly expanding.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> This is precisely why all the countless extraterrestrial beings that have existed and will continue to come into existence have little, if any, hope of communicating with one another (much less making physical contact). If we gather our wits and focus on the matter better, in the future we may discover electromagnetic traces, that is, a sort of galvanic fossil evidence of their existence. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> The scientific-minded have overlooked the startling fact that by the method of inference ( a type of faith) we may correctly deduce the existence of countless alien civilizations and life forms having almost certainly proliferated throughout the universe; all of which have at least one thing in common, which is sharing a relatively solitary existence. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I rest my case (or should I say--for the moment, I place a bookmark in my casebook files).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">{to be cont. See my 4 postscripts below for a general summation.} </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">~Shaun Lawton</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">December 12, 2019</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The Year of the Replicant</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> The <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oort_cloud">Oort cloud</a> is an area of debris divided into two regions surrounding our Sun, first the disc-shaped inner formation much closer to us (called the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hills_cloud">Hills cloud</a>) and secondly the more spheroid shaped outer formation much farther away (the Oort cloud proper). The distances these formations are positioned from our Sun have been speculated to range from 2,000 AUs to as far as 200,000 AUs (.03 to 2.3 light years). This cloud of orbiting ephemera is comprised predominantly of icy planetisimals. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> To provide an idea how far from our Sun these theoretical formations of barren, frozen matter are, keep in mind that both the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuiper_belt">Kuiper belt</a> and the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scattered_disc">scattered disc</a> (the remaining two reservoirs of TNOs) are less than one-thousandth as far from the Sun as the Oort cloud. </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The outer limit of the Oort cloud defines the cosmographical boundary of our solar system. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> If the map is not the territory, then cosmography does not define the dominion of outer space. </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">It is hypothesized that centaurs and comets most likely originate from somewhere in the Oort cloud. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Centaur_(small_Solar_System_body)">Centaurs</a> were named due to their sharing characteristics of both asteroids and comets. They are small solar system bodies whose orbits are perturbed by the gas giants. It is estimated there may be as few as 44,000 of them to as many as 10,000,000. The first centaur to be discovered is called <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/944_Hidalgo">944 Hidalgo</a>. It was first observed the same year that Pluto was, in 1920. It took another fifty-seven years before the centaur named <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2060_Chiron">2060 Chiron</a> was spotted (in 1977), indicating there may be a population of them. The largest known centaur is named <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/10199_Chariklo">10199 Chariklo</a>. It orbits our Sun between Saturn and Uranus, grazing the orbit of Uranus. It was discovered in 1997, twenty years after 2060 Chiron. Seventeen years after that, by observing a stellar <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Occultation">occultation</a> in the year 2014, 10199 Chariklo was revealed to have two rings, and became the first minor planet known to have rings. It's potentially a dwarf planet with a diameter of 252 km. The orbits of centaurs are dynamically unstable which leads eventually to their ejection from our solar system. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> It is theorized that the outer Oort cloud is only loosely bound to our solar system. If so, it would therefore be easily affected by the force of gravity from passing stars and our galaxy itself. It's speculated that these combined gravitational forces will occasionally dislodge these outer planetary bodies and send them toward our inner solar system. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> The cavity in the encompassing interstellar medium formed by our Sun is called the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heliosphere">heliosphere</a>. It's like a vast bubble continually inflated by <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plasma_(physics)">plasma</a> emitted from our star. The termination shock is that point in our heliosphere where the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solar_wind">solar wind </a>slows down to subsonic speeds because of interactions with our direct <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interstellar_medium">interstellar medium</a>. The termination shock is believed to exist at about 75 to 90 AUs from the Sun. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> If we use our penchant for breaking down the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cosmos">cosmos</a> about us into constituent parts in an effort to understand and then ironically achieve something closer toward the opposite of comprehending, then it goes without saying we could potentially incorporate a trick to spur on a more genuine sense of knowing the real nature of our surrounding universe. Beginning with the tantalizing clue embodied by the word "surrounding," we may begin our odyssey of exploration by inverting our assumption that the universe"surrounds" us and instead, imagine that it exists somehow <i>within</i> our own hologrammatic superstructure that we've come to misleadingly refer to as "outer space." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Working back from this proposition, we might then adroitly leap to the extraordinary consideration that regardless of there being "billions and billions" of stars and galaxies in existence (a mere quantification), perhaps the true <i>quality</i> of nature encompasses everything as one singularity (of which the stars are mere cells of a larger colony or organism). If this were to be the case, well then of course this singular presence practically defies our ability to fathom its total nature. Yet we might make headway by contemplating that so-called 'existence' implies the possibility of 'non-existence'--an implication which itself must be held suspect due to our already having conceded to the possibility our knowledge of subsistence may be both limited and off-base enough from the startling picture as to more or less be cataloged as incorrect. Here is where the very equilibrium of our grasp lies threatened, because certain words (like "nothing," for example) point toward that which we are fundamentally incapable of processing with a suitable degree of rational coherence. Such are the consequences of the relativity of our position in the quantum realm. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Since our seemingly thorough scrutiny of the nature of our own planet through the lens of science has revealed many relative facts that we have measured and duplicated with enough experimentation to at least provide us with a stable enough platform by which we have perceived some of the elemental forces at work here upon this third planet orbiting our local star, we are at least offered an opportunity by which we may, perhaps, envision a model closer to the beating heart of reality. The idea that the entire universe may be connected by vast, electromagnetic umbilical cords threading through the manifestation of quasars and black holes in the form of plasma before it cools down enough to transmogrify into the baser quantum states of gases, liquids, and solids which we find ourselves both surrounded by and comprised of ourselves may occur to any thinking beings whose attention spans for such meticulous thought exercises aren't too limited to consider more fully than before. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Our being immersed in this smattering of celestial "trees" begins to immediately cloud our minds to this cosmic "forest" of which we appear to be just individual dwellers. Sometimes I consider the skein of blue sky to be the membrane which better represents our own skin than the single largest organ of the human body itself does, and I find myself imagining if this translucent barrier were to be crossed, would it result in an inversion of perception where everything we formerly imagined to be right-side-in were in actuality wrong-side-out, and by that I mean to suggest our incarnation as necessarily being equipped with bicameral minds which process the stimuli about us by virtue of split-mind objectification may result in a binary paradigm of perception that limits true comprehension of our emergent situation to a more manageable disposition of preconception; i.e, a condition tantamount to an ignorance that we may only slowly, if at all, occasionally begin to grow out of before reaching the individual limits of our respective tethers to the ground of being. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> The fruition of this predilection manifests in the form of awakened Zen masters and poets or ardent disciples of ontological philosophy in the process of attempting to master abstract logic and concrete ideologies. It's been suggested as well as outright stated in various human belief systems that knowledge itself may be "the forbidden fruit" which we are advised to refrain from indulging in, a reference that in and of itself may point to the dark heart of our paradoxical situation of having been granted not only existence here in this present domain but also the ability to perceive it. It's been hinted that what defines our materiality would be better expressed in terms of information than matter itself as we are accustomed to thinking of it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> To understand the universe of matter as being <i>information itself</i> and our awareness of it as a mere <i>reflection of that</i> ap</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">pears to beckon some human acolytes of accuracy onward in their search for meaning. As an ardent supporter of these notions, it's now occurring to me after all these extensive considerations that the best thing I might do for myself as I seem to approach the very threshold of apprehension in order to glimpse that obscure and glossy impression of the fruit borne of this personal quest, would be to all of a sudden<i> cease and desist</i> with continuing to reach out for this harvest of wisdom, and to turn my mind away from it, recalling the urgency of that alleged commandment still echoing from various sacred texts we've become familiar with over many generations. Although this information appears to have presented itself enough for me to be aware of its presence, I must consider the occluded nature of my general awareness remains enshrouded in doubt, if not near total blindness. And we all know what they say about ignorance. This may be just one of the reasons it can hurt to dream. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> As of this moment, late in the year 2019, it's been stated that sixty-five percent of our planet remains unexplored. More than eighty percent of our oceans have been alleged to remain unmapped, unobserved, and unexplored. Most of our world's species, they say, remain undiscovered. It's estimated today that there are 8.7 million species on the planet (6.5 million on land and 2.2 million in the oceans). Yet only one and a half million species have been discovered to date. Take a moment to let this all sink in. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Current extinction rates mean that many unknown organisms will cease to exist before we can even discover them. If our planet were compared to a giant cake with the frosting representing all the species on it, then humanity has barely even licked a tiny portion of the frosting throughout our existence. One conclusion to be drawn from this data is that extinction events become moot points for us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Think of it this way. We're all going to die anyway. Okay, let's say, for the sake of argument, there was no extinction event going on at all. Nonetheless, the overwhelming majority of species on this planet would not be discovered by us during our lifetimes. So although a massive extinction event is most certainly underway even as we live out our relatively short human lifespans here today, when considering this in a relative manner, it should be readily apparent how inconsequential all of this information really becomes. This is one reason I believe that one of the greatest diseases we suffer from is knowledge itself. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Think about it all you want, or for however long it takes you to realize what I'm trying to relate. I'm stating you should shut your eyes to see clearly. I'm suggesting we are all dreaming wide awake. Mass extinctions on the level of multiple holocausts are occurring every time we blink our eyes. The next time you open your eyes think about this. All of these mass extinctions going on right now are tantamount to the planet shedding so many individual cells. It's like the Earth has been constantly sloughing off its skin ever since the day we were born into it. We've been likened to fleas on a dog before, but aren't we really more like dandruff on the hide of a colossus? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> One thing we should all be able to agree upon is the simple fact that total and absolute extinction doesn't even exist; it's a myth, a fairy tale. Sort of like the idea of death itself, perhaps the most misunderstood and horrifying legend of them all. I understand this may not make sense to most people reading this. All I'm trying to say is, sure, it's natural to be terrified of our own deaths, yet I think we should at least try to take some comfort in being aware that overall, it's not so much life on earth being threatened with extinction, but our own understanding of the facts; something which, in and of itself, we should all welcome with a blessed sense of relief. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> So we should all set ourselves at ease knowing that thinking is a disease. While the ordinary run of the mill business of killing and dying continues to persist, in blissful ignorance we ourselves never really cease to exist. If you think about it enough, you begin to realize that while individuals continue to die, the colony thrives. So before we each give up the ghost, let's all make a toast, "Long live the Host." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Mr. Churyumov-Gerasimenko's skin tone is darker than charcoal. A stealth diver swimming towards us through the inky darkness of space. He's long been accustomed to his precise orbital trajectory about our Sun. He's been making the rounds ever since his promethean race of Phaetonites launched the First Exodus Campaign that led to our ancestor's migration to Mars. The moon was involved in that cosmic spectacle as well, only it was placed deliberately about Earth's orbit, back then. They called it the Guardener, in the sense that it tended the field of our planet's atmosphere as well as stood as solitary sentinel about our otherwise vulnerable world. It could be said today that Mr. Churyumov-Gerasimenko has a date with an old counterpart, the moon. Exactly how that all manages to go down remains to be seen. That is the stuff of prophecy. Pieces of the game set in motion long ago are getting ready to become assembled as players. The tantric holography of the endless system weaves about itself into nesting cages of hearts. The second law of thermodynamics becomes the mobius link which drives this eternal engine. Stay tuned for more details as they come in the form of compressed digital missives sent by the BloodHost in the form of the "nanohorde," having arrived embedded within neutrinos as messages received beginning ten years ago, via a far-away black hole [cosmic postal service], and still ongoing today during intermittent intervals. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">My favorite comet, the Jupiter-family member Churyumov-Gerasimenko (67P) from the Kuiper belt, can be seen revealed here in this greyscale photograph as yet another altogether grotesque parody of the original series of uncanny pareidolia examples which have led me on a veritable roller coaster of viewpoints and angles showcasing the comet as a promethean bust and now their imprints have fossilized into the phosphenes of my squeezed shut eyes until I cannot escape their haunting evocation any longer, don't tell me that isn't an old hunch-backed mummified humanoid with its head turned slightly to the left toward the camera lens. Nevermind the two white pixels representing the burning cores drilling from the pinpoint pupils of its eyes. Forget about the cheekbone and nose and mouth, the hunched over head, all the rudimentary nodules weathered off the sectioned torso, just forget that you ever even thought about imagining such a thing. This pareidolia phenomenon is nothing to look at. It's not the mummified carcass of an ancient progenitor. </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Get out of here. We've got philosophizing to do. Why is this comet so damn freakish. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Why do I keep thinking about Ceres and all the fresh water on it--far more than all the water on our planet's oceans combined. Couldn't Ceres be the largest remaining chunk of the legendary planet Phaeton? Could the yawning chasm of the asteroid belt hold the answers to our species' long buried origins? Has a faction of humanity in the far future actually sent back nanocomputers in time shrunken down to fit inside neutrinos and beamed them back through the center of a black hole to the year 2009 where a hospital transporter working in radiology got the nanoswarm embedded in him and that's how he was programmed to put out the Freezine of Fantasy and Science Fiction on blogger, because the BloodHost downloaded the executable file in him at the behest of the human crew on Ceres/Mars/Ganymede (or whatever the case may be)? Ever since I received the messages I've also been directed to images of the Churyumov-Gerasimenko comet, and coincidentally enough, it does belong to the Jupiter family of TNOs, from what I've been led to understand. In another recent missive, I found suggestions that a colony of human astronauts may have survived in (our future) one or more various nodal points throughout this solar system; Mars, Ceres, and Ganymede being the likeliest among them. I've been led to suspect that the group who sent the freezine missive may be one of these stranded colonies. The interceding bits of the directive get stitched together in time. Eventually the meaning will get carried across and get through to us all. In the meantime we can only wait in thrall. We've got our eyes on you, Mr. Churyumov-Gerasimenko. In the coiled poise of an adder's head (a sigil for cell division) the human fetus lies within a series of nesting doll's wombs blossoming in the stellar nexus. Just another death's head moth chrysalis preserved for the transmutation of dragon like extremophiles. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">No, this final perspective of Churyumov-Gerasimenko does <i>not</i> resemble an iconic curled up petrified human foetus, so get that thought out of your head right this minute. It has nothing to do with what this comet of the Outer Dark that comes from Jupiter's family of Trans-Neptunian-Objects was sent to accomplish, of course not, the uncanny resemblances to various hominid postures and evolutionary stages are completely happenstance, there's nothing to see here or think about folks, just scroll on to the next blog; nothing's on its way. </span></div>
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<i>The center of the sun is 15,000,000</i><strong style="background-color: #f8f8f8; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">°</span></strong><i> Celsius. </i><br />
<i>That's 27 million degrees if you're in America.</i><br />
<i>The surface of the sun is 5,600</i><strong style="background-color: #f8f8f8; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">°</span></strong><i> Celsius. </i><br />
<i>That's ten thousand degrees over here. </i><br />
<i>We are 37</i><strong style="background-color: #f8f8f8; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">°</span></strong><i> Celsius. That's about ninety-nine degrees in the USA. </i><br />
<i>Absolute zero is -275.15</i><strong style="background-color: #f8f8f8; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">°</span></strong><i> Celsius. We're talking almost six hundred degrees below zero, here. </i><br />
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We are by several thousands of orders of magnitude that much closer to absolute zero than we are anywhere near the temperatures of the sun. Not much of a difference in the weather in other words (by contrast to the scorching fires of hell). We are veritably simmering out here on a just thawed out surface; a-broil along the scintillating edge of time's razor sharp blade.<br />
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Absolute zero by definition means a cessation of the movement of atoms. A total reality freeze. You mean to tell me that we exist just <i>three hundred and twelve degrees Celsius</i> above absolute zero? That's a difference of 594 degrees Fahrenheit. (As opposed to the 15 million degrees Celsius at the center of the Sun.)<br />
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Say the mean temperature of Hell is fifteen million degrees Celsius. Does that make the temperature of heaven two-hundred-and-seventy-five degrees below zero? (Of course not. It only goes to show how figuring goes. If we cared to, it could be proven the temperature of paradise lies somewhere in between; say, about thirty-seven degrees Celsius (from what I've seen).<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br /></i><br />Millions of nascency factories scatter<br /><br /> throughout our universe<br /><br />we call them stars<br /><br /><br /><br />Their huge nests resemble <br /><br />gigantic spinning hives <br /><br />from whose center <br /><br />seeds are spat out<br /><br /><br /><br />These germs take root <br /><br /> at random distances <br /><br />from the astral womb nexus<br /><br /><br /><br />Stellar machines <br /><br />deliver their planets <br /><br />one cosmic jewel at a time<br /><br /><br /><br />It took a boundless period <br /><br />for all eight stones to be borne<br /><br />to their respective orbits</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">in our radiant quadrant<br /><br /><br /><br />At varying distances <br /><br />temperatures and conditions<br /><br /> generate distinct aspects<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The tetrad of inner planets <br /><br />reflect the New Testament <br /><br />in the living gospel of our star<br /><br /><br /><br />The four gas giants remain<br /><br />testament to their ancient<br /><br />flaring halos</span></div>
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shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-12038727020626480662017-12-12T10:35:00.000-07:002017-12-12T11:03:51.254-07:00Spellbound Current <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Start the river of time wide open flowing in immemorial grandeur </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Turn to the rivulets of blood compressed within mankind's veins </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Fueling its central transformers into galvanic turbines set to receive</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Arterial emanations streaming in sequence from quasars to hearts</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">A complicated recycling undergoes a perpetual Möbius circuit </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Tracing exchanged laws of thermodynamics from nascent dissolution</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Toward delivery of oblivion spun from infinitesimality to dominance</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Through the spectrum of the </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">most extreme to the</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> imperceptible </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">To the consummate webbing of the labyrinth of entanglement </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Coursing between wavering oscillation and the staggering flux</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Of the alternating polarities inherent to the voltaic firmament </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Simultaneously completing the integrated culmination and division</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Of the proliferating fractional multitude of creation constituting</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The establishment of a regenerative foundation of fatal breath</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Siring vitality's annihilation laid down to rest above and below </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The stationary orbit of constant motion that surrounds the external</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Manifestation of petrified incandescence in a transubstantiation </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Of cardinal plasma siphoned from zero into the singular totality</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Sustaining the deliverance of our manifestation of ordered chaos</span><br />
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<br />shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-44272302731728214572017-11-26T19:20:00.000-07:002019-11-24T19:54:11.047-07:00Clairgnosis<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The <a href="http://animusvoid.blogspot.com/2013/11/the-law-of-inversion.html">principle of inversion</a> strung through its correlative conclusion argues both for and against the truth because what's real for one may not apply to another despite all views to the contrary. Another way of stating all things may be seen should the lens through which they must be observed necessarily be corrected or cleaned. I'm haunted by the idea. I'm persecuted by the thought, while I'm still alive, that our ordinary viewpoint of how we actually rest, in motion, upon a planet spinning about our Sun—a solitary star in our own galaxy already teeming with untold stars beyond counting—may fall short of the reality by a significant margin, denoting our chances of survival. But I won't let it stop me from dreaming. <br />
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That we are <i>here, now </i>remains all that we possess together during this turbulent time on Earth. Zoomed in and focused upon, our material universe knit together at the cellular level and stretched out into membranes which form the skin of the masks we wear on our journeys through the cold interstellar darkness remains outspread before us even as we hurl, tumbling in our waking and sleep, head over shoulders in sync racing along the same old spinning road as before.<br />
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There's no escaping this carousel, it's the only ride in town. <i>It will lead you directly to Heaven or Hell, you best believe it, princess or clown.</i> This I heard whispered in the left ear. An imp, apparently, leaving discreet suggestions. Either that or a manifestation of a base desire, dealt with externally. Only, looking about, it's not there. Just the insistent whispering in the ear, when passing by a window halfway open to the wind. An acoustic pareidolia of whispering sands. The cadence of a voice trying to make itself heard.<br />
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The merger with clairsentience appears on a scale of musical notes which either ascend or descend by orders of octaves describing this sonic passage known as the music of the spheres. A continuum referencing the form our manifestations must react upon here on this plane of physical existence we all find ourselves on. (This repetition. The first echo describing the ghost.)<br />
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The undying syllable repeated on the lips of those who live to pass on the story. The articulate heartbeat which keeps it alive: a ululation whose strident echoes eventually decay into the general electromagnetic signature. The reason both good and evil are only words made up by humans remains that all life appears harmonized on a scale of vibrating frequencies whose slope goes further up or farther down the spectrum, rendering those ideas as being merely of a higher or lower frequency to corresponding staves, and therefore of an entirely relative nature.<br />
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The Song of Light that is ourselves will continue its aria cascading against the alternating cacophany of the universe. The writing on the wall remains as a photoacoustic impression to dazzle and taunt us with its bioluminescense. When we reverse our expectation of our true places in the cosmos, we realize that the farthest distance from here becomes defined by the very parameters against our faces. When we begin to see ourselves as individual organisms expressed along a particular spacetime vector of this universe, each and every one of us ascribed to our own actual pin-point in time, then we may truly see each other as the only so-called "extraterrestrials" within reach worth giving a good god damn about, lost out here among the stars together.<br />
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When preceding to explore the unfathomable with inquiries, remember to first examine the questions themselves to likely find them wanting. What may we agree upon to be the definition of <i>alien</i>, for instance? That which operates on a different level and whose nature we may know nothing about? Analogous to this lies the question, how may we agree upon the all-encompassing definition of <i>here</i>?<br />
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We must recall what the process of <i>alienation</i> itself consists of, when examining our own nature. Once again this brings us to the moment of ourselves, and of looking in. Isn't that the very question? What does it mean to look <i>in</i> and what does it mean to look <i>out</i>? Looking without seeing. Knowing without reading. Seeing without knowing. Believing what we're seeing. Seeing what we believe.<br />
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One could just as easily point out that staring at the stars themselves describes the act of <i>looking in</i> and that examining cellular activity beneath our own skin through a microscope more accurately shows us the farthest ends of our universe in the very act of continuing to develop, in line with <i>looking out</i> from our perspective, in other words. Where we dwell upon an Outer Membrane, so to speak. Or rather, where we resonate throughout a section of the unfolding astral harmonies triggered by the age old lifelong interpenetrating cascade of spiraling galaxies.<br />
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To consider ourselves as infinitesimal parts of such a staggering scope may truly overwhelm us, which helps explain the merciful act of failing to comprehend it all. Meanwhile the manifestation of this unfettered, radiant symphonic creature continues to unwind amid the stars its long distance harmonic cry, a doppler song that should we take caution to hear on a dark and lonely night, we might hope to have our memory of what we heeded there erased, lest its howling haunt our occasional dreams, knowing we stand upon the fore decks of this creational ship.<br />
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By definition, anything we imagine cannot be classified as unreal, rendering the impossible to be a fleeting and prefatory condition. Only by interpersonal contact with each other may we reach the available population of the stars. All of the alien remains here together with us on this complicated planet from outer space. One reason for this: the unknown Other remains the only place which could render the alien moot. So-called "outer space" happens to not be how it appears to us.<br />
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We all feel its supercharged microvibration at the sub planck level. Copies of ourselves could be shredding into the past through black holes bleeding neutrinos fired back in time, re-undergoing the exact process once again, always the first time in a complete circuit loop of concordant stasis rendered as a reflection of a perfect capture of our distinctiveness: the living, holographic universe thrums with intricacy. And then again each and every one of those individual duplicates could still easily be every one of us continuing on our spiraling construct in this endless hallway of mirrors, every carbon drone thinking they're the only ones facing existence alone. Every carbon copy clone being the only ones in existence to be known.<br />
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<br />shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-62431553179709466722017-04-30T14:11:00.004-06:002017-08-29T20:44:23.912-06:00BORNE AGAIN [Notes Toward Being]<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Around what new bends of the human experience could we plot a new story? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">What's the difference between an old story and a new one?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">What if 5 different versions were told, of 5 different ways the same (old/new) story turned out?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">What if 1 story were told--that of the 1 way all stories end up?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">(This hints at the question of perspective. From what or whose perspective is the story being told? And for whom or what?)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">If the fantastical story has reflected our present (or slipping away into historic) reality (as classic science fiction, for example, has functioned) would it be possible (or even desirable) to tell a story that does not? My answer is yes, because of our inherent fascination with (not to mention fear of) the unknown.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">In order to write a story which effectively reveals the truly unknown it would take rendering one's imagination in a form previously unthought of. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">In order to even begin venturing beyond our established borderlines of the known, it would have to be determined what the elements of the known primarily consist of.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">We're familiar with these tropes thanks to the enduring work and studies of the likes of Carl Jung, Joseph Campbell, and the great philosophers, poets, scientists, and writers of our time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">To begin with, time itself must be subjected to the scrutiny which reveals its nature in relation to space and their intersection with ourselves. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">The computational power of the human brain may be seen as an ultimate reflection of the cosmos itself, just as the sophisticated complexity of a single leaf may remain comparable to that of humankind's most advanced technology. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Are dreams and death the only things which may unlock our bond to this current paradigm of ours? Imagination appears to be another possibility. It not only invites us to, but dares us to think up something new. Something which lies just around the bend. In a direction that was never foreseen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Because that's exactly how impending reality arrives and manifests. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Perhaps strange new stories that should never happen need to be written in order to try to see to it that they don't ever come to fruition. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Stories help us navigate our way together into the unknown. By reiterating the familiar old stories, we help triangulate our location and position during this voyage. By invoking uncanny new tales, we help decide which way to point and steer our exploratory ship forward, and which ways to avoid. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Story telling appears to remain a necessary key by which we may unlock and attain our destiny. Come with me and I'll take you to a place where the most wonderful science fiction thriller tales are available online to read for free, simply follow the hyperlinked image below to the Freezine of Fantasy and Science Fiction and nevermind the suspended artwork: that will eventually make a slow comeback. Read away. They're only words after all. </span><br />
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Whether this be the skewed results of the differential between an age ascribed to a collective based on averaging the sum of its stars, or if its one of those inexplicable quantum paradoxes, who knows? <br />
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But I can't help but note the similarity in age difference between Methuselah and the known universe.<br />
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The first galaxies appeared after roughly six and a half million years or so, towards the end of the re-Ionization epoch. <br />
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Could one of those first early galaxies possibly have been our own? <br />
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Unless Methuselah were found to be a wandering star, left over from the end of the re-Ionization epoch. Perhaps only certain stars, extremely rare across the universe, manage to survive long enough to evolve past a nomadic stage in their development. There could be a case built for extragalactic stars within our own Milky Way, having rolled on over here from their former courses.<br />
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What does our oldest star tell us about ourselves that we don't already know? <br />
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Now I think it was four years ago that it was revealed new calculations show Methuselah is not older than the universe, after all. Unless this more recent article's intent remains to censure the quantum contradictions whose original calculations prove correct yet whose ministration into mass consensus must perforce be strained through a proper medium, if you will. And even if we won't. You get the picture. This line of reasoning isn't malevolent nor with a microgram of bitter intent. It's just the way my thinking went. Note to self. Look up more information about the star Methuselah and contrast and compare patterns with anything else that may be triggered to mind. <br />
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