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16-11-2011, 07:34 PM
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What will we see? Interference patterns. They're everywhere. Wink

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16-11-2011, 09:33 PM (This post was last modified: 16-11-2011 09:41 PM by GirlyMan.)
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(16-11-2011 07:34 PM)houseofcantor Wrote:  What will we see? Interference patterns. They're everywhere. Wink

Will we see the interference patterns coalesce into a coherent quiescence?

There is only one really serious philosophical question, and that is suicide. -Camus
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17-11-2011, 02:50 AM
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(16-11-2011 09:33 PM)GirlyMan Wrote:  
(16-11-2011 07:34 PM)houseofcantor Wrote:  What will we see? Interference patterns. They're everywhere. Wink

Will we see the interference patterns coalesce into a coherent quiescence?

Not in an entropic universe. See quantum decoherence.

However! While possibility is not infinite, exponential advance may make it possible to get ahead of deterministic chaos...

...that or some Hindu Kush. Wink

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17-11-2011, 06:24 AM
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(16-11-2011 07:34 PM)houseofcantor Wrote:  What will we see? Interference patterns. They're everywhere. Wink





..........possibly

I feel so much, and yet I feel nothing.
I am a rock, I am the sky, the birds and the trees and everything beyond.
I am the wind, in the fields in which I roar. I am the water, in which I drown.
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19-11-2011, 02:10 PM (This post was last modified: 19-11-2011 02:13 PM by GirlyMan.)
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ebook updated. TTAPoetry.pdf

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19-11-2011, 03:24 PM
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"Oh WRETCHED race of men, to space confined!
What honour can ye pay to him, whose mind
To that which lies beyond hath penetrated?
The symbols he hath formed shall sound his praise,
And lead him on through unimagined ways
To conquests new, in worlds not yet created.

First, ye Determinants! In ordered row
And massive column ranged, before him go,
To form a phalanx for his safe protection.
Ye powers of the nth roots of - 1!
Around his head in ceaseless cycles run,
As unembodied spirits of direction.

And you, ye undevelopable scrolls!
Above the host wave your emblazoned rolls,
Ruled for the record of his bright inventions.
Ye cubic surfaces! By threes and nines
Draw round his camp your seven-and-twenty lines-
The seal of Solomon in three dimensions.

March on, symbolic host! With step sublime,
Up to the flaming bounds of Space and Time!
There pause, until by Dickenson depicted,
In two dimensions, we the form may trace
Of him whose soul, too large for vulgar space,
In n dimensions flourished unrestricted."

"My soul is an entangled knot,
Upon a liquid vortex wrought
By Intellect in the Unseen residing.
And thine doth like a convict sit,

With marlinspike untwisting it,
Only to find its knottiness abiding;
Since all the tool for its untying
In four-dimensional space are lying."

-- James Clerk Maxwell, 1887

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26-11-2011, 06:49 AM
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The Coefficient of Cronus

the stars that hang
in a ceiling of glass
a whisper of a wind
stirring the past
there to the light
or dark placed between
to question the answers
as nothing is as it seems

I want to take the time
take the pressing of moment
from moment behind
leave a space in the place of the line
I want to take the time
take the meshing of gearwork
from the axle and spline
leave a trace unerased for another to find

the sky of pattern
on a canvas of cloud
the wind is my whisper
the past I enshroud
there to the shadow
or the gathered sunbeam
to question the answers
as nothing is as it seems

the time is wanting to take me
the red from the corpuscle
the blood from the stream
leave a shell of a self without identity
the time is wanting to take me
the sound from the hearing
the sight left unseen
leave a tell unspelled unlettered be

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26-11-2011, 01:39 PM
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On a lighter note......

Did you ever know a pheasant that really wasn't pleasant?
For phesantry is pleasantry and rarely's plucking done.
An effervescent pheasant is so pleasant, don't you see,
So a pheasant plucking peasant like myself confess to thee,
That I'm not a pheasant plucker, I'm the pheasant plucker's son
And I'm only plucking pheasants till the pheasant plucking's done!


If you say the last 2 lines fast enough, you actually get a synopsis of the economic structure of the western world.

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26-11-2011, 02:11 PM
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...and in a whirl of feathers I have yet to find a bird
the calamity of causality is making me absurd
the places I have been take me nowhere when
out the door I go home from home again
I cannot find a cause because I have no effect
I am a nation of one and I wish to defect
somewhere somewhere else has to be the place
in another self the self I would replace
and all there is is feather
all there is is whirl
and if i dare
to rise from my chair
in the mirror I'll find a girl...

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26-11-2011, 02:53 PM
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I was looking at that “Footprints” thing some time back and I realised it was missing something.
So I thought I’d take a swing at finishing it.
See what you think.


“The LORD replied, my precious, precious child, I Love you and I would never leave you! During your times of trial and suffering when you saw only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.

The man thought about this.

He thought about it for a long, long time.

Finally he said ,”Bulls*it!”

When the time of trial came, I faced it alone.

There were only one set of footprints because I was standing on my own two feet .

Against all that the world could throw at me.

And I endured.

You? You weren’t there.

You weren’t ever there.

And I didn’t need you.

I never did and I never will.

There came no reply, just silence.

It was then that the man knew .

It had always been …

just silence.”

Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest.
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