Thursday, October 6, 2011
Bruno Burning (Sci-Fi Part II)
Bruno Burning (Sci-Fi Part II)
I was going to add a page or two but got caught up in the art of it- I may do so today here later. But those who are thinking about things like sequences and transcendental numbers should really think about where the randomness applies here.
Last night I tried to play at the bottle and barrel but there is no house guitar and one of my machine heads is broken. I promised the workers there whom I have known a long time I will play next week. The moderator of the groups there said he was reluctant to loan me his 3000$ Martin and I said I understood, like borrowing a toothbrush.
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WLS came in loud and clear on my radio last night and the Coast to Coast am show was interesting to a point, a view that we have been here for ages and may have had superior creatures similar to us visit and change the genes and all- all this apparently from evidence in the Torah and Sumerian records as to the nature of Gods or the birth of monotheism from the visitors. Why do they call it "Dream Time"? This is certainly a convincing way to go if we can start from some vague origin that cannot explain origins... but it seems to me a fanciful crock, especially when it comes up on morning television preacher shows- the ages of the earth and all that- Well something is touching our psyches here- but even in such discussions it always comes to some point of speculation where the authors of such analysis for those of us with a little more discernment find it stammering and lacking.
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Well, rare but sometimes we can see evidence of Triality and Beyond in our rainbows:
Rainbows...tertiary and quaternary exist...
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Well, it is a blog- and yes let Bruno gaze into the arrogant who act outside the mainstream in their priestly roles be their God one of darkness and ascetic love or of human light and kindness--- the following rant, forgive me, but I am finally annoyed at the poster to Kea's blog- where is the science- and where is the understanding that is wiser than such narrow fundamentalism?
She can see a few rainbows further into these abstract dimensions you only think you see there. Even a child can see this, she once said- and I am not much of anyone and can see it- I think the difference is she has found more of what is real than some stray vague idea of how the world works. I too would welcome a serious discussion, but I dare you to defend your position- that is if there is anything to it beyond opinion.
Her insight was here long before now and will be here long after some of the lesser but bold ideas of strings and cosmology are forgotten in the dust bin with mere names of those forgotten, their real lives and gold stars to make the less than adequate feel good in their unjustified sense of psychology. My, you protest so!
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Bruno Burning (Sci Fi Part II)
L. Edgar Otto October 7, 2011
In the halls of the center of learning, once a castle with such small and narrow doors, the myth and magic of Dacia and the thirsty impaler of the realm- who knows what in our human hearts this desire for dreams and warm blood we newly evolved lizards attach our hatch-lings to the womb.
Yet one can walk all around the buildings, go down the paths, here at the center of the know universes and debate the gate keepers of the keep and imagine what it is like to find the silence and loneliness of the cells of isolation, shackled in the shackle of isolation rooms judged without justice the meaningless confessions to condemn you by those who hide behind the rood.
But what did the villagers know beyond the torch fires and sooty air and once in the procession to protest the master on the hill, how limitless their time, how scarce the waste in the burning of wood, how rusty the scythes and shouts that only the master could see and watch them? They but embers like fairy rings depleting the soil in circular expansion the creosote catching fire and the occasional spark that lights the gowns and carpets of the higher beings who themselves can only make a crude sketch of the worlds to explain things.
Bruno stayed the night, only a blanket between the stone floor and him to keep out the chill. Yet he rolled it around him a couple of twists that between the floor and the morning dropping foggy air he could sleep awhile in his own heat. How odd he thought, how instinctive, he could sleep on the outcropping over a steep drop into the valley below and not roll over or fall down- he thought of this because for awhile now he slept so close to the flat and solid ground.
Somewhere in his dreams he played with the expanding numbers and the echos of such numbers that after all what those before him had describes in the abacus and runes could be applied to make calculations in the world and so let him navigate between the worlds, transit the grounds of time, distinguish the spin of spiral things that when the equations were reversed they did not change.
"I have my strength again." he thought to himself, now as much the monk as he was once the childlike SphereDream of the godhead, " And my monument is strong and sound pointing to the pale model of the higher sky somewhere as if the north star from all twists and processions stayed fixed to set the directions of the pyramid- or for all such cathedrals some reality in it all beyond flying buttresses and fan vaults, some building them in time to so test them as if the weather, see the patterns if any in the circles square. But in my new power and strength I fear I have lost so much sensitivity and the beauty of my hair has gone gray, my nose is broader and cannot see myself its beauty, and to listen my ears have grown larger that I can hear the whispers so far beyond the stars- also what is that noise of snarling animals- Oh, it is the chorus of my gut."
Bruno then prepared himself the next morning to explore other directions to the worlds. Over one gate the sign said "GIVEN LONG ENOUGH YOU WILL FIND THE KEY TO TRANSLATE ALL WISDOM WRITTEN IN THE COSMIC SCRIPTURES" Bruno marveled that he could have the time after all, long since at ease with infinite calculations in finite time. But the way became a path of three parts, three rainbows of the dark spectrum of which it seemed being a lesser god he could choose but one at a time.
Before the first gate were the half monkeys making random sounds and decorating the shadows of the hall walls, even in the dark... drawing straws that the monkey who got the short one could compute to the infinitely fine degree the on's an off's of the sequence despite randomness they found some such great books, some even not yet written in any world- all these thought to be contained in the great cosmic circle and castings into uncertainty of the value known as pi. Pi was but the surface of the planet Bruno, somewhere between the light and the black hole of creation, for if we think of properties lost or that can return anything can come out such as this story I now repeat for you and entertain the fisher-folk that they can inscribe on their cave walls and spiral wormholes, blankets and survival in the work-a-day world, and a little rest from the violence in the main of the cosmos- so too they understood the dream and making of arrowheads that summarized all dreams stored in dreams to be so read in the explosion of light and in the germ.
Caleb sniffed around, said "You monkeys are so mixed up, mating between your species. I think you do not smell the worlds so well. Anyway, this idea of reaching out into the unknown and finding the great works of even the never known Shakespeare to come- he off the dream of a living world into some beyond- what do those who say the new language brought to the village catches on and passes like a new fire- that those burned now and full of blisters are jealous and threatened and will not change this lifetime to acknowledge the win and new ways- they say the usurpers are anarchists and dealers of chaos as good as any other dream- and these are but lucky stumblers with their endless summaries of papers of summaries far from the original and not documented manuscripts- yet they are the monkeys sifting through the endless type and random sparks of light so to prove this the true and only path through worlds."
Bruno smiled in the end glad for a companion on his journey, and because he knew that Caleb's life span so much shorter than his own.
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