Friday, July 13, 2012
Entropy and Communication
Entropy and Communication
(Failing Infrastructure of Bridges across the River of Time and the Flat Force of Creation, Clarity and Maintence of Quasifinite Identity)
L. Edgar Otto 12 July, 2012 23:25:34
I feel the way some read a novel, unless in the enjoyment along the way the ending does not spoil the sense of mystery or these can be any general plot that thrills only as long as their memories, as of the moments of their life, remain short range where what is much beyond that can be pushed awhile into forgetfulness. I do not get along it seems with those who would read the last page to see if they will like the book before hand. I carefully narrow my all perceiving eyes or cover the last few paragraphs that the ending will remain for me a surprise. Yet, this too speaks of what is accomplished as a one time experience only while it is obvious that some art, as in love, can be enjoyed over and over again.
There are more dreams than there are all the clever ways we use words to describe them, and to confuse them- path, trace, perhaps to use in the simple truth a trail and the myth or actuality at some beginning or rebirth a trail blazing... Her still picture made of light and not ink that stains my fingers as I imagine for her a sonnet- the blank page and book full of her freckles like stars- God, I love freckles- as if beyond a motion picture, or a still sun that cannot move to sunrise or sunset yet moves, a seagull in a storm in flight, what is it that her picture communicates that I notice it and can be surprised and startled a thousand times as if I know I could never grow tired of her beauty.
Now each node of the present, each choice, we can change, past and present- for that in the changing as if micro time travel is what may keep the motion of this world distinguished and alive while the living. But in the changing and in that we sentient things share a sense of color if not the exact colors or experiences if not the same imperceptible uniform point of experience in the multiple similarity- well, what would we change to the greatest depth if we have a choice to change our general fates? I mean, the greater ones that trump some that seem profound but are comic really to the indifferent universe or half caring gods or parents, could that purpose at least in the direction while alive not bring us all to the same new prospects of beginnings as well as back to some end? If this were not a small infinitesimal division of physics as the soul of the universe hardly to be likely found by some universal mind, would it not be the great sea of singularity and paradox to which we with some breath imagine the minimum of the great scope of God?
There are more analogies in the geometric truth than my postings here have yet dared dream and there are many directions, formal or symbolic, worthy to follow if we can take the time away from life- if that can be subtracted in any real sense, and from our fellows without a loss of our shallow roots come storm- for those who toil in the forests to lay the wire contain the cattle so remove a tree- would you make love to me in such weightless space? And you who command the chain saw so well could it go into the desert of Arizona and cut dead and petrified wood? The hyper-entropy of this world as we live is everlasting and we are the ones who use and limit the clockwork of time, set deadlines and holidays, acknowledge shifting events as the oxbows and sandbars shift by the river of time. Entropy is quasifinite and nonnecessary as ultimately in some description hard to express and more foundational than sound, so is the idea of our struggle with decay and death. But this, to a scientist must seem so unexpected to our intuitions.
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