E=mc2(b14)...

nipples · Post by **nipples** » Tue Jun 15, 2004 8:10 am

Time is a theory, defined by change.

Exchange of all molecules, fluidity of all matter means all matter is not "real" except for as a whole. Matter as a chimera, a wisp. Everything IS joined as One, with us poking our heads out for a look-see.

Attrition of kenetic energy, inevitably stopping.

With that period vastly innummerably longer, infinitely longer, forever longer, making the interval of change irrelevant to the reality of stasis.

If it "went" any faster....

Anyways, I was a bit, umm, stumble tongued here last time, but that is what I got out of "A Breif History of Time"... that and some hints by Mr. Hawking that time is breif, and possibly not at all. Even the name, "A Breif History of Time" may suggest a play on words that the history of time is breif. First published on April Fools day, 1998, as noted in the newly revised edition in his foreward.

See ya in the funny pages.

(p.s., i should not speak of things I know so little of.. my head hurts, trying to re-read the book today. read it last on the flight to Vegas, and around the swimming pool. hoping to pick up chicks. but the book was upside down, so that did not work so well. i'm off on my new venture to set up a phony (but real!) "Woodtick Check Station" on one of our woodland trails. will read it between asking hikers to drop trousers &/or seperate breasts for a looksee. oh the things I do for mankind!)

nipples · Post by **nipples** » Tue Jun 15, 2004 6:57 pm

Oh my.

I have made statements ("") requiring clarification () :

"With that period vastly innummerably longer, infinitely longer, forever longer, making the interval of change irrelevant to the reality of stasis."

(What is an "instantaneous" response, when parsected?)

"Exchange of all molecules, fluidity of all matter means all matter is not "real" except for as a whole. Matter as a chimera, a wisp. Everything IS joined as One, with us poking our heads out for a look-see.

(Oh look! I am seperate! What am i? Were I a cell, knot knowing the tree, wood i suck it, wood it suck me)

"First published on April Fools day, 1998, as noted in the newly revised edition in his foreward. "

(Ooops! "A Brief History of Time" was First published April Fools day, 1988)

nipples · Post by **nipples** » Tue Jun 15, 2004 7:45 pm

Planetary interaction, a source removed, it would seem, from the observor.

Does one grapple for the trajectory, as a wrestler trying to sway?

Or rather as a gentleman, giving pardons way?

The gift it seems more comely,
though either were thought wrong,

Attractions are quite physical, revulsions lead us on.

mescalito · Post by **mescalito** » Wed Jun 16, 2004 12:47 pm

you think to much! god is much more simple than that.....

Simply Joel · Post by **Simply Joel** » Wed Jun 16, 2004 1:38 pm

which god would you be referring to?

samtzu · Post by **samtzu** » Wed Jun 16, 2004 3:28 pm

If a strand of DNA was as big around as your little finger, it could stretch from LA to Paris.

Probably the God that made that stuff...

Oh, yeah, and Nebulae...

You know, the simple shit...

Last Real Burner · Post by **Last Real Burner** » Wed Jun 16, 2004 6:09 pm

I have a string of DNA as big-a-round as my finger, but it is barely teh length of my hand. Should I be worried?

correctly,
mr smith

amnesia · Post by **amnesia** » Wed Jun 16, 2004 7:48 pm

"will read it between asking hikers to drop trousers &/or seperate breasts for a looksee. oh the things I do for mankind!" (nipples)

Might these ticks then be moons,
circling planets such as breast or buttock
huge lumbering attractant system
i am a galaxy?

seeking union
a field of equal play

for when i feel together
not hostile
bugs
all
go
away

Last Real Burner · Post by **Last Real Burner** » Sat Jun 19, 2004 9:20 pm

If I am my thoughts then are my thoughts real?

"Try not to Fuck up!", said God.

perfectly,
mr smith

BAS · Post by **BAS** » Sat Jun 19, 2004 9:52 pm

If thoughts are real, and dreams are made up of stray thoughts, does that mean my dreams are real?

And what about my (rather often) dreams in which I am chewing out God?!

And if I am what I eat, what does that mean when I eat mixed fruit?

samtzu · Post by **samtzu** » Sun Jun 20, 2004 9:26 am

When you ask the question "Are my thoughts Reality?", you run into four problems; you have to define:

My
Thoughts
Reality
Where the question is coming from

Did you ask that question, or did you just walk into it as it floated by? And what in the hell is this 'you' that is 'walking'? Ask enough of these questions and you can settle into a paralytic, Descartian, mass of quivering jello... whatever that means.

Sam

Steven bradford · Post by **Steven bradford** » Sun Jun 20, 2004 3:54 pm

THX-1138 4eb

DVD Burner · Post by **DVD Burner** » Sun Jun 20, 2004 3:57 pm

Steven bradford wrote:THX-1138 4eb

better than digital dolby 5.1?

Steven bradford · Post by **Steven bradford** » Sun Jun 20, 2004 4:27 pm

Better than 3.2 beer.

foamin' at the mouth · Post by **foamin' at the mouth** » Mon Jun 21, 2004 10:43 pm

"Exchange of all molecules, fluidity of all matter means all matter is not "real" except for as a whole. Matter as a chimera, a wisp. Everything IS joined as One, with us poking our heads out for a look-see.

Dear Mr. Nipples,
You just need a handful of Higgs and all will be well.

I think a trip to Vegas might be the most appropriate place to read Hawking in many if not most cases given the current "initial conditions"

nipples · Post by **nipples** » Mon Jun 21, 2004 11:29 pm

My Dearest Foam,

Thank you for the strand to Higgs*.

I am an ignorant savage, wanting only your love
& attention in this matter.

nipples

*this may take awhile

nipples · Post by **nipples** » Mon Jun 21, 2004 11:35 pm

i am quite cirrus
ignorant beyond the norm
try to rise above

nipples · Post by **nipples** » Mon Jun 21, 2004 11:38 pm

It is in fact with much reluctance that I even post on this thread, such is my depravity (with respect to others) excepting that relevant to what is knowable.. ie.. all knowledge, we are virtually the same.

nipples · Post by **nipples** » Mon Jun 21, 2004 11:41 pm

Anyways, thanks for the Higgs thing. It has come at just the right time (for me). You are sweetness, my dear Foam.

foamin' at the mouth · Post by **foamin' at the mouth** » Tue Jun 22, 2004 12:01 pm

Dear Mr Nipples,
Take heart further because I read in this weeks nature that Riebe and Barrett "have generated coherent superpositions of two internal states for a single trappeed ion" and this in our own very lifetime.

perhaps before we are dead we will manage tto be in two places at once. We can already be in two states at once, no?
nifty

the abstract:
Quantum teleportation, based on the principle of entanglement in which two particles become correlated and share unique properties, has been demonstrated several times using pairs of entangled photons, but in a probabilistic way. This involves an element of hindsight: photons, once paired, are detected and deemed to have teleported. In this issue two groups report 'deterministic' teleportation, involving atoms (trapped 40Ca+ ions in one case, and 9Be+ in the other), such that the outcome is predictable. The quantum identity of one atom (not the atom itself) is destroyed by quantum measurement, and that identity is reconstructed on the paired atom. This achievement is an important step towards quantum computing and telecommunications. On the cover, the 40Ca+ experiment visualized.

Simply Joel · Post by **Simply Joel** » Tue Jun 22, 2004 12:11 pm

what?

Last Real Burner · Post by **Last Real Burner** » Tue Jun 22, 2004 2:17 pm

Quantum teleportation, based on the principle of entanglement

Yeah, I was expermenting with this yesterday. I could not teleport the beer back out of my stomach and into the bottle. Will try something different today. I want to discover the bottomless beer bottle. So far the only thing that works is if I just simply piss it back into the bottle.

"Here drink mine."
quarkly,
mr smith

BAS · Post by **BAS** » Tue Jun 22, 2004 4:51 pm

quantum identity of one atom (not the atom itself) is destroyed by quantum measurement, and that identity is reconstructed on the paired atom.

Ah, so it is the identity which is teleported. I can see how that would be an important advance for quantuum computers. Was it just for ions?

RingO'Fire · Post by **RingO'Fire** » Tue Jun 22, 2004 9:06 pm

Last Real Burner wrote:
Quantum teleportation, based on the principle of entanglement
Yeah, I was expermenting with this yesterday. I could not teleport the beer back out of my stomach and into the bottle. Will try something different today. I want to discover the bottomless beer bottle. So far the only thing that works is if I just simply piss it back into the bottle.

"Here drink mine."
quarkly,
mr smith

Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small
passage, not much larger than a rat-hole: she knelt down and
looked along the passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw.
How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about
among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but
she could not even get her head though the doorway; `and even if
my head would go through,' thought poor Alice, `it would be of
very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish
I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only
know how to begin.' For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things
had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few
things indeed were really impossible.

There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she
went back to the table, half hoping she might find another key on
it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting people up like
telescopes: this time she found a little bottle on it, (`which
certainly was not here before,' said Alice,) and round the neck
of the bottle was a paper label, with the words `DRINK ME'
beautifully printed on it in large letters.

It was all very well to say `Drink me,' but the wise little
Alice was not going to do THAT in a hurry. `No, I'll look
first,' she said, `and see whether it's marked "poison" or not';
for she had read several nice little histories about children who
had got burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant
things, all because they WOULD not remember the simple rules
their friends had taught them: such as, that a red-hot poker
will burn you if you hold it too long; and that if you cut your
finger VERY deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she had
never forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle marked
`poison,' it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or
later.

However, this bottle was NOT marked `poison,' so Alice ventured
to taste it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort
of mixed flavour of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast
turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast,) she very soon finished
it off.

>Lewis Carroll, from "Alice in Wonderland", Chapter 1

cowboyangel · Post by **cowboyangel** » Tue Jun 22, 2004 9:13 pm

Ring, Carroll was a laudanum head.....Coleridge too.......cool

nipples · Post by **nipples** » Wed Jun 23, 2004 10:15 am

"we will manage tto be in two places at once. We can already be in two states at once, no? "

Yes. I am in the state of Minnesota, you in that little village by the sea.

"coherent superpositions of two internal states for a single trappeed ion"

My, that is good news!

Asking the right question is more reliable that pursueing false leads..... speeds up the process.

I was wondering how often the same partical may be in the same place.

Taking light, for instance, a constant speed of 299,792 kilometers per second, regardless of the speed of the observer.

Since I am not likely to that far out in space anytime soon to take a picture of the same partical one second apart, I wondered at how many times per second that parse is simulataneouly in front of my eyes.

Circumference of earth is approximately 40,070 kilometers, and as I desire to know how far away I am (the observer) from MYSELF as seen by the same parse of light, the answer is approximately 7.48 times each second (299,792 divided by 40,070) the same parse of light visits me, varing within a range dependant on my altitude & since we are not quite in a vacumn, also on particulate matter.

The range of shutter/strobe speed should be easily navigated, as falling in only tenths of a second within the average number of 7.48, dependent again on only on my distance from myself around a more easily divided number than having to travel 299,792 kilometers per second to see the same parse of light at a dead stop.

Anyways, that is my theory of the day, I have no such equipment (ah heck, maybe I can strobe/shutter a set of goggles over my eyes with a vairble shutter-spead in the range of 7.48+-.5 variable with a dimmer switch) but if it works, it should be irregardless of the "aiming" or seeking of the same plane of focus.

See ya in the funny pages!

RingO'Fire · Post by **RingO'Fire** » Wed Jun 23, 2004 11:43 am

cowboyangel wrote:Ring, Carroll was a laudanum head.....Coleridge too.......cool

Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Kubla Khan
OR, A VISION IN A DREAM. A FRAGMENT.

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In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man

Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round :
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover !
A savage place ! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover !
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced :
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail :
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean :
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war !

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves ;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.

It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice !
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw :
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,

That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome ! those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

RingO'Fire · Post by **RingO'Fire** » Wed Jun 23, 2004 11:48 am

Kubla Khan, Coleridge's note, published with the poem
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The following fragment is here published at the request of a poet of great and deserved celebrity [Lord Byron], and, as far as the Author's own opinions are concerned, rather as a psychological curiosity, than on the ground of any supposed poetic merits.

In the summer of the year 1797, the Author, then in ill health, had retired to a lonely farm-house between Porlock and Linton, on the Exmoor confines of Somerset and Devonshire. In consequence of a slight indisposition, an anodyne had been prescribed, from the effects of which he fell asleep in his chair at the moment that he was reading the following sentence, or words of the same substance, in Purchas's Pilgrimage: ``Here the Khan Kubla commanded a palace to be built, and a stately garden thereunto. And thus ten miles of fertile ground were inclosed with a wall.'' The Author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines; if that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort. On awakening he appeared to himself to have a distinct recollection of the whole, and taking his pen, ink, and paper, instantly and eagerly wrote down the lines that are here preserved. At this moment he was unfortunately called out by a person on business from Porlock, and detained by him above an hour, and on his return to his room, found, to his no small surprise and mortification, that though he still retained some vague and dim recollection of the general purport of the vision, yet, with the exception of some eight or ten scattered lines and images, all the rest had passed away like the images on the surface of a stream into which a stone has been cast, but, alas! without the after restoration of the latter!

Then all the charm

Is broken--all that phantom-world so fair
Vanishes, and a thousand circlets spread,
And each mis-shape the other. Stay awile,
Poor youth! who scarcely dar'st lift up thine eyes--
The stream will soon renew its smoothness, soon
The visions will return! And lo, he stays,
And soon the fragments dim of lovely forms
Come trembling back, unite, and now once more
The pool becomes a mirror.

Yet from the still surviving recollections in his mind, the Author has frequently purposed to finish for himself what had been originally, as it were, given to him. : but the to-morrow is yet to come.

Kubla Khan, STC's note on a manuscript copy

This fragment with a good deal more, not recoverable, composed, in a sort of Reverie brought on by two grains of Opium taken to check a dysentery, at a Farm House between Porlock & Linton, a quarter of a mile from Culbone Church, in the fall of the year, 1797.

RingO'Fire · Post by **RingO'Fire** » Wed Jun 23, 2004 12:04 pm

Samuel Taylor Coleridge wrote:In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree...

cowboyangel,
I have to admit, when you first brought up the subject of Coleridge, it reminded me of the Rush tune "Xanadu", in which they borrow from Coleridge's poem. Even worse yet, there's also that horrid Olivia Newton John song "Xanadu" (I also think was a movie which starred ONJ; I'm proud to say I've never seen it.).

I'd never actually read the "poem" before.
Thanks for providing the inspiration to do so.

stuart · Post by **stuart** » Wed Jun 23, 2004 1:05 pm

dude, aint nothing like watching Xanadu (the movie) hopped up on laudanum. Don't be dissin ONJ's backing band in that flick either (ELO).

E=mc2(b14)...

wood over math

you think

2nd Question to God...

In one Hole and Out the Other....

Re: In one Hole and Out the Other....