I started to ask if you believe in time. But the fact is I don't.
States of energy spin in place or they bounce to/through some other spin cycle.
My scalp itches, which tells me I'm thinking about something important to say.
Question is, will I say it?
Can you understand that which is not some form of states of energy?
Can you look at a stack of fabric or woven carbon fiber and see our universe as one set of strands intersecting another?
Can you forget the concept of position-and-momentum?
Literally, you cannot, because you are the embodiment of position-and-momentum.
We would like to think of universes similar to ours that change only slightly, like some sort of butterfly effect or negative photographic image.
In fact, we use the term universe to describe our conditions here and project some idea of universe onto that which we cannot see, and only barely imagine, to account for our inability to sum the parts of our universe to 100%.
And yet, I can pick up the phone, talk to a person I haven't seen or heard in eighteen years, and carry on a conversation as if we'd looped around and come back to the same point again, our eighteen-year loops acting like individual universes, as if we were treading water until our loops completed a circle and intersected.
Our brains preserving neuronal connections as if they were going to be reused one day, almost as if they knew they were going to be reused one day.
As if...but cause and effect are illusions, are they not? Or at least they're mysteries we wish to keep unsolved.
Can I use any points of reality in this universe to serve as an example of "universes" that have no relation to this one, without resorting to the trickery, or false illusion of certainty, of mathematics?
Or do I drop a pebble in the pond and wait for someone on the opposite shore to interpret the purpose of the unknown origin of the waves lapping the beach?
Surely, you can imagine a ghost that you can't see and it can't see or encounter you in any physical way.
But that's giving the other entity a familiar shape when there is no familiar shape to that which you cannot see or interact with.
The word "entity" itself is more than what that you cannot see deserves.
As some have said, many universes (to keep using a familiar term) are uninteresting, in and of themselves.
But it doesn't prevent us from constructing a model with which we can figure out how to convert our states of energy into a useful form in one of those uninteresting systems, as long as we don't get too distracted from the more mundane tasks of rocketing representatives of planet Earth to other parts of the solar system/galaxy.
Breaking down and building up the model of ourselves as a single species in the process.
All while keeping an eye on those who're addicted to selfish hoarding of commercial assets and willing to destroy the environment and the lives of others in order to feed their addictions.
There's a difference between healthy economic growth and economic growth for the sake of those with a technically medical psychological disorder we jokingly call greed and/or obsessive/compulsive gambling.
You see, keeping track of all seven billion of us has its benefits - diagnosing illnesses on the personal and global scale, and treating them according to personal and global needs.
Persecution complex or delusions of grandeur will be dealt with.
We can't say with certainty how these "cures" will make society any better, but we can say we acted honestly in our attempt to improve the overall health of the species and its place in the global ecosystem.
Doesn't matter how big of a private army you've amassed for yourself, we know who you are and how to get to you. We can set private army against private army, if need be, to accomplish our tasks of saving the species from itself - you don't need another demonstration to know we can and we do.
In the meantime, I have to monitor my states of energy for signs of unnatural changes or deviations that are trending away from the norm for my states of energy.
After all, I know who I am, becoming conscious of my self at age five, constantly testing my abilities and my social connections along the way to now.
While the economic hoarders think they're deciding what to do about the future of Egypt, unnecessarily scared that a modern Islamic revolution may not be democratic, because they know other vultures like themselves would love to declare a democracy but really run a dictatorship or oligarchy of some kind, the Committee is moving forward with its plan to give power to the people, to form a balance, a barrier against those ill with obsessive gambling/hoarding disease.
If the Muslim Brotherhood is willing to ensure the power base is a type of representative government, they're invited. If not, then we'll give decisionmaking to ones we already have in place to act swiftly through word-of-mouth or other old-fashioned means to get the message to those who seek true freedom within the realm of intelligence/marketplace transactions that their desires will be fulfilled with their kind of democratically-minded people.
Meanwhile, I've got an eighteen-year loop to examine more closely and see if it'll help me explain to you a boundary line where states of energy meet the unimaginable.
Thanks to Kwasis at Rave today.
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Monday, January 31, 2011
Shazam!
While I topped off the water in my 55-gallon aquarium, watching the green and brown algae pieces spin in mini-eddies between the filters and pumps which keep water circulating healthily, I asked the living creatures inside, "Who are you?"
The gurgling of popping water bubbles was the response.
I don't know how many letters, emails and IMs I get requesting the identities of the Committee members and the two in the know.
I repeat, they aren't who you think they are.
We have bigger fish to fry than you can possibly imagine.
And the fish don't come from the depleting stock of marine animals readily available and palatable for eating, either.
And those of you who have jumped up and down about the phrase "New World Order" need to understand that every day of our species' modern existence has been a reformation of the New World Order, so don't create conspiracies or theories about hidden agendas.
Remember, this is about all seven billion of us, including our personal beliefs, habits and locations.
We take into account every cult, religion, occult practice, secular behaviour, lifestyle and spending trend in which you participate.
Your life, unbeknownst to most of you, is a series of tests to ensure you are behaving as you appear to behave. Unlike what some will tell you, we have no specific plan for you - we just want to know what you're doing and how it changes the interconnections between other groups of states of energy like yourself.
You are always free to choose your behaviour in the moment.
We would like to believe every one of you makes a conscientious effort to choose your behaviour wisely.
But we know better.
That's why we work with the animatronic and computer graphics industry to get your children used to watching CG videos and playing videogames so when they visit zoos and aquariums, they can't tell the real animals from the robotic ones we're slowly putting in place to make exotic animal husbandry more affordable and controllable.
Eventually, your children's children won't tell the difference between a real member of our species and an artificial one, enabling us to keep our species' behaviour more orderly.
Until then, here's a story a friend told me about her family (I've changed the situation slightly to protect the participants).
An aunt of my friend kept calling my friend, Elizabeth, about problems with the toilet.
Elizabeth would check out the toilet and find no problem but her aunt insisted that Elizabeth stop by every time there was a problem.
Elizabeth bought her aunt a toilet plunger and showed her aunt how to use it.
Still, her aunt kept calling.
Exasperated, Elizabeth asked her uncle if he knew what the problem was.
He didn't. He said that everytime he sat on the toilet, his testicles would hang down into the water and he'd tell his wife, Elizabeth's aunt, about how the level of the water in the toilet kept seeming to rise, his personal joke about the effect of gravity on an old man's set of balls.
After a good laugh at her uncle's joke, Elizabeth explained to her aunt that the problem wasn't a stopped-up toilet but that gravity and old age had gotten the best of her aunt's husband.
The aunt laughed and apologised. She said that she understood. She was looking in the mirror the other day, thinking that her belly was hanging over her pants and then realised that it was one of her breasts.
We can still live our normal lives, fully aware and appreciative of the fact that the Committee is looking out for your best interests.
Some days, those interests include violent protests but most days it includes quiet days of families taking care of one another and sharing their own private jokes.
The gurgling of popping water bubbles was the response.
I don't know how many letters, emails and IMs I get requesting the identities of the Committee members and the two in the know.
I repeat, they aren't who you think they are.
We have bigger fish to fry than you can possibly imagine.
And the fish don't come from the depleting stock of marine animals readily available and palatable for eating, either.
And those of you who have jumped up and down about the phrase "New World Order" need to understand that every day of our species' modern existence has been a reformation of the New World Order, so don't create conspiracies or theories about hidden agendas.
Remember, this is about all seven billion of us, including our personal beliefs, habits and locations.
We take into account every cult, religion, occult practice, secular behaviour, lifestyle and spending trend in which you participate.
Your life, unbeknownst to most of you, is a series of tests to ensure you are behaving as you appear to behave. Unlike what some will tell you, we have no specific plan for you - we just want to know what you're doing and how it changes the interconnections between other groups of states of energy like yourself.
You are always free to choose your behaviour in the moment.
We would like to believe every one of you makes a conscientious effort to choose your behaviour wisely.
But we know better.
That's why we work with the animatronic and computer graphics industry to get your children used to watching CG videos and playing videogames so when they visit zoos and aquariums, they can't tell the real animals from the robotic ones we're slowly putting in place to make exotic animal husbandry more affordable and controllable.
Eventually, your children's children won't tell the difference between a real member of our species and an artificial one, enabling us to keep our species' behaviour more orderly.
Until then, here's a story a friend told me about her family (I've changed the situation slightly to protect the participants).
An aunt of my friend kept calling my friend, Elizabeth, about problems with the toilet.
Elizabeth would check out the toilet and find no problem but her aunt insisted that Elizabeth stop by every time there was a problem.
Elizabeth bought her aunt a toilet plunger and showed her aunt how to use it.
Still, her aunt kept calling.
Exasperated, Elizabeth asked her uncle if he knew what the problem was.
He didn't. He said that everytime he sat on the toilet, his testicles would hang down into the water and he'd tell his wife, Elizabeth's aunt, about how the level of the water in the toilet kept seeming to rise, his personal joke about the effect of gravity on an old man's set of balls.
After a good laugh at her uncle's joke, Elizabeth explained to her aunt that the problem wasn't a stopped-up toilet but that gravity and old age had gotten the best of her aunt's husband.
The aunt laughed and apologised. She said that she understood. She was looking in the mirror the other day, thinking that her belly was hanging over her pants and then realised that it was one of her breasts.
We can still live our normal lives, fully aware and appreciative of the fact that the Committee is looking out for your best interests.
Some days, those interests include violent protests but most days it includes quiet days of families taking care of one another and sharing their own private jokes.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Does Yesterday Exist
Are the shares of stock I own the same today as they were yesterday? After all, their prices have fluctuated and price is a significant component of a stock's descriptor set.
Do you know how to move the local/state/national/international conversation?
Do you know how to call on your armies of minions to write columns of nonsense that passes off as news which doesn't have to make sense except in the moment they were released?
Watching the predictions come true is not the same as watching my wishes come true.
As I've mentioned, my personal beliefs and desires do not align with what we're making our species do (remember, free will is the illusion we perpetuate to get your willing participation in the social experiment).
I am spending too much time in 2011 inserting my personality into the story of our lives together as told in this virtual parallel universe.
Through analysis of self, I have determined this narcissistic tendency reflects my lack of getting what I want.
As the leader of the executive staff of the large political entity which has a great influence on the world in which our species mainly resides prepares to speak about what he is doing to fulfill the wishes of the nation but not necessarily his own, I ask myself what is it that I want for myself.
It is an issue that doesn't seem to go away.
The difference between the public and private persona changes with time and social desire/worries of the day.
What parts of the real me do I reveal in this space where the public me speaks openly?
There are no mind readers, only well-trained, highly-intuitive behaviourists.
Thus, my thought set is my own, however much an external analysis of what I discuss or don't discuss here says about who I am.
My paper journals paint a picture similar to the one here.
My conversations in the moment reflect my support of those around me.
These are thoughts I have repeated many times to myself.
They are thoughts that don't seem to go away.
Shall I dig a little deeper?
What if I told myself that my support of those around me is unnecessary and if I changed the direction of where I am heading, they would adjust accordingly (or not - it wouldn't matter)?
I knew this would be a difficult year for me and the ripple effect of my comments, beliefs, emotions, etc., during this transition year will spread and effect/affect others.
The rate at which the world population grows wiser is increasing greatly, making the ability to prevent outbursts of chaotic, revolutionary movement more difficult, because people still live as people on a 24-hour sleep/wake cycle, while the effective changes that we want to push out to the people need to occur more rapidly.
How, then, do we "upgrade" people on a massive scale quickly?
Technological advances in the form of external devices - computers, smartphones, etc. - do not change the body's need to process mental changes in one's sleep.
In some ways, the beast is loose and so, too, the best is loose in the form of grassroots electronic social media.
Mass media belongs to the masses.
The horse is out of the barn.
Change agents are important in speeding up change, and we should be acutely aware of their presence, but even they have to deal with the circadian cycle.
Robo-agents are no better.
We are not robots who can be rebooted easily, despite science fiction suppositional tracts touting such.
After Egyptian protests, where is the next uprising going to occur that will result in permanent change on a national scale?
Who is the next Lech Walesa? And if such is not possible anymore, "who" is the next set of social media influences that behaves as if it's one person?
The same for the geniuses. How is social media creating groups of people who act as one person, developing genius-level ideas together at once?
The positive side of groupthink.
And can we accelerate these activities without overcoming the circadian cycle?
If not, that's okay.
We still have personal wants and needs that don't jive with the group.
Hold the course steady, helmsman. Full speed ahead! My stock prices are about to blow this ship out of the water.
Do you know how to move the local/state/national/international conversation?
Do you know how to call on your armies of minions to write columns of nonsense that passes off as news which doesn't have to make sense except in the moment they were released?
Watching the predictions come true is not the same as watching my wishes come true.
As I've mentioned, my personal beliefs and desires do not align with what we're making our species do (remember, free will is the illusion we perpetuate to get your willing participation in the social experiment).
I am spending too much time in 2011 inserting my personality into the story of our lives together as told in this virtual parallel universe.
Through analysis of self, I have determined this narcissistic tendency reflects my lack of getting what I want.
As the leader of the executive staff of the large political entity which has a great influence on the world in which our species mainly resides prepares to speak about what he is doing to fulfill the wishes of the nation but not necessarily his own, I ask myself what is it that I want for myself.
It is an issue that doesn't seem to go away.
The difference between the public and private persona changes with time and social desire/worries of the day.
What parts of the real me do I reveal in this space where the public me speaks openly?
There are no mind readers, only well-trained, highly-intuitive behaviourists.
Thus, my thought set is my own, however much an external analysis of what I discuss or don't discuss here says about who I am.
My paper journals paint a picture similar to the one here.
My conversations in the moment reflect my support of those around me.
These are thoughts I have repeated many times to myself.
They are thoughts that don't seem to go away.
Shall I dig a little deeper?
What if I told myself that my support of those around me is unnecessary and if I changed the direction of where I am heading, they would adjust accordingly (or not - it wouldn't matter)?
I knew this would be a difficult year for me and the ripple effect of my comments, beliefs, emotions, etc., during this transition year will spread and effect/affect others.
The rate at which the world population grows wiser is increasing greatly, making the ability to prevent outbursts of chaotic, revolutionary movement more difficult, because people still live as people on a 24-hour sleep/wake cycle, while the effective changes that we want to push out to the people need to occur more rapidly.
How, then, do we "upgrade" people on a massive scale quickly?
Technological advances in the form of external devices - computers, smartphones, etc. - do not change the body's need to process mental changes in one's sleep.
In some ways, the beast is loose and so, too, the best is loose in the form of grassroots electronic social media.
Mass media belongs to the masses.
The horse is out of the barn.
Change agents are important in speeding up change, and we should be acutely aware of their presence, but even they have to deal with the circadian cycle.
Robo-agents are no better.
We are not robots who can be rebooted easily, despite science fiction suppositional tracts touting such.
After Egyptian protests, where is the next uprising going to occur that will result in permanent change on a national scale?
Who is the next Lech Walesa? And if such is not possible anymore, "who" is the next set of social media influences that behaves as if it's one person?
The same for the geniuses. How is social media creating groups of people who act as one person, developing genius-level ideas together at once?
The positive side of groupthink.
And can we accelerate these activities without overcoming the circadian cycle?
If not, that's okay.
We still have personal wants and needs that don't jive with the group.
Hold the course steady, helmsman. Full speed ahead! My stock prices are about to blow this ship out of the water.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Sugar-Coated Pecans on Toucans in Tin Pan Alley for Supper Again
I was in the study/lab/front bedroom/junkroom composing a symphony (yes, writing mathematical formulae can feel like that - what is music, after all?).
"I was in..."
The start of the first sentence of this blog began a train of thought, not a beguine, and diverted me from the path I intended to take.
I wanted to express my thanks to those I have not thanked lately, like Jason and Danielle of South Side Swing and one of their swing dance students, Brianna, for bringing my wife and me into the world of 5-6-7-8 dance routines.
After 25 years of wildly thrashing on the dance floor, much to my wife's tolerance (if not impatience or embarrassment), I have joined the throngs of men who give in to their wives' demands to look like one half of a coordinated couple on the parquet.
We have learned, if not perfected, one of many swing styles, this one called Lindy, if I remember correctly.
Thanks to the folks at Alabama Youth Ballet for the use of their facilities. It is interesting to learn to dance in a building where ballet and martial arts are taught at the same time. Sometimes, I feel like I am hearing dancers in tutus being tortured by karate chops (or is that taekwondo* next door?).
Much to learn, much to learn. I am at the newbie mercy of my dancing instructors. Patience, little grasshopper, you will learn to swing without upsetting the rice mat.
[*the blogger dictionary wants to change this word to Wonderbra - interesting]
But as usual, I digress, my thought set compressed against but decompressing from the style of writers like Mary Roach, John Locke, James Joyce, Douglas Adams, etc., who wander far afield and may discuss the philosophy behind the design of portable toilets to highlight the need for better television remote control devices just to conclude that the random spread of tree limbs in a forest does not constitute the secret code of a group of nomad herders on the upper steppes of Nowheresville.
I suppose I will not return to the thought that attracted my body to the virtual thought set extension system of wireless keyboard and mouse to announce to you...
Oh yeah, that's it!
I have found, in a dusty old volume of chemical formula conversion tables, the necine bases needed for the internecine basis upon which that which cannot be told or mentioned can be written about in the first epic volume of an X-part set of technical manuals for translating the definition of materials which do not exist in the universe as we know it.
Exciting, is it not?
More as it develops.
I have my programmers running more "what if" scenarios about the changes to the 1000-year plan should we release the full description of the weave pattern that is fully exposed in and around us all the time, ripping apart the fabric of space and time as we see the universe today.
"Parallel universes"? Ha! What a childish concept.
Do I hear the Big Bang fizzling out?
But I get ahead of myself, as usual.
"I was in..."
The start of the first sentence of this blog began a train of thought, not a beguine, and diverted me from the path I intended to take.
I wanted to express my thanks to those I have not thanked lately, like Jason and Danielle of South Side Swing and one of their swing dance students, Brianna, for bringing my wife and me into the world of 5-6-7-8 dance routines.
After 25 years of wildly thrashing on the dance floor, much to my wife's tolerance (if not impatience or embarrassment), I have joined the throngs of men who give in to their wives' demands to look like one half of a coordinated couple on the parquet.
We have learned, if not perfected, one of many swing styles, this one called Lindy, if I remember correctly.
Thanks to the folks at Alabama Youth Ballet for the use of their facilities. It is interesting to learn to dance in a building where ballet and martial arts are taught at the same time. Sometimes, I feel like I am hearing dancers in tutus being tortured by karate chops (or is that taekwondo* next door?).
Much to learn, much to learn. I am at the newbie mercy of my dancing instructors. Patience, little grasshopper, you will learn to swing without upsetting the rice mat.
[*the blogger dictionary wants to change this word to Wonderbra - interesting]
But as usual, I digress, my thought set compressed against but decompressing from the style of writers like Mary Roach, John Locke, James Joyce, Douglas Adams, etc., who wander far afield and may discuss the philosophy behind the design of portable toilets to highlight the need for better television remote control devices just to conclude that the random spread of tree limbs in a forest does not constitute the secret code of a group of nomad herders on the upper steppes of Nowheresville.
I suppose I will not return to the thought that attracted my body to the virtual thought set extension system of wireless keyboard and mouse to announce to you...
Oh yeah, that's it!
I have found, in a dusty old volume of chemical formula conversion tables, the necine bases needed for the internecine basis upon which that which cannot be told or mentioned can be written about in the first epic volume of an X-part set of technical manuals for translating the definition of materials which do not exist in the universe as we know it.
Exciting, is it not?
More as it develops.
I have my programmers running more "what if" scenarios about the changes to the 1000-year plan should we release the full description of the weave pattern that is fully exposed in and around us all the time, ripping apart the fabric of space and time as we see the universe today.
"Parallel universes"? Ha! What a childish concept.
Do I hear the Big Bang fizzling out?
But I get ahead of myself, as usual.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Horse walks into a pub. The barman says:
- "Why the long face?"
- "Hay! Here's the mane menu for today."
- "Life got you feelin' a bit reined in, eh?"
- "Chewing on your bits and pieces, are you?"
- Fill in the blank: ______________________
If your population is being fed processed food, is that a sign you're being misled or misfed? Should you even get out of bed? What exactly's going through your head?
The freedom to speak one's thoughts openly is a blessing one can never fully appreciate in one's lifetime - long after you're gone, others will determine the worth of your freedom in the moment and the meaning/value to their celebration of freedom.
Is life a comparison of this to that all the time?
When is an orchid no longer wild?
When has a prizefighter reached prime?
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