Beyond the Cults of Cosmology

Beyond the Cults of Cosmology


If we think about it the world feels like a surprise- so why is that not the norm of things and not our clinging to ideas not expecting to find the new or exotic- even for the sake of our continuity and security hope we do not find such-even our battle plans try to anticipate some new idea, even the extrasensory, in which our military with scenarios of war even with our allies- do not want to be behind the surprise.

When physics of our time has found some theory of everything- or even if it finds there is no such theory but a cauldron of crystal and salt and not a cathedral- there is still the possible surprise of a new, beyond tangential direction, beyond direction itself, as a new state of this world- there are surprises beyond the exotic in philosophy and physics this side of Heaven.

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Forgotten Acorns Buried Squirreled Away for Winter Made the Boundless Forest L. Edgar Otto

Why do we not expect surprise
when if we think about it
the universe itself is the first great surprise?

In subatomic depths Dirac's caveat
for what he could not speak, only in the
outer clouds no longitudinal waves in nature

Yet in the solid ground and churning core of IO
tidal warmed, the transverse surf self-same
as we ogle the De Broglie particle boogie

Doubt the Boogie Man as long as we drink the music
certain of finality the hearse, carriage, and jazz band
we should rather expect the norm new states unforeseen

Indescribable without magic spoken or unspoken tactics at some turn
One name or ninety-nine lost with the ash, the universe our urn

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Thoughts on Cults for the story A Murder of Crows

A cult is defined as people at the margins of a religion a rare mutation of the faith
and their men are more like monkeys to us although their women stand out in our fevers all the more desirable. It has more to do with philosophy than with what is the fine structures and number of the God or gods.

In the wild, when the Giant awoke by the Inland New World Dead Sea, He was surprised. The salt seem to fall from the crystal dust of the ocean rain and for awhile the Giant could walk upon its waters- but there was no way out of the basin and no shade from the sun. When the Giant bent down to drink his throat closed for so much salt. His tongue tasted and surveyed the cud of mud and gave it a crust so that it would dissolve slowly in his belly.

Then he walked along the descending river up to the mysterious and evaporating height of a thousands boggy branches of streams down from the snow. But he did not find the source of that river, did not climb higher than the mountain so to reach the stars, did not fall forever like some angry angel saying he did not want the stars and planets anyway.

Time seemed to move with the river, in fits and starts and constant for so long. The giant sung a song against its meandering harp strings vibrating in the marrow of his own tides and seasons, stems and tree growth rings. And for awhile he was satisfied when he followed and found the water that made all things seek its level to the see in uniformity beyond all horizons- past some great divide down to its rocky checky shores fresh the taste in his mouth and replete his creating the fish and fowl and flora. Chill when he thought he could remake it all and work the clay as he dreamed under the stars hoping he strong enough to endure other eyes with no reflections in the dark their leaps hinting he mortal as the world a miracle already in a sea of minor miracles- and perhaps return up or down some river that must end or go forever bringing wobbles to his footsteps and crumbled bygone fossils to come in the next surprise.


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http://matpitka.blogspot.com/2010/10/some-thoughts-inspired-by-graphene.html

Matti

This reminds me of late sixty's speculation of minimum distance and that divided by c as minimum duration, as a way to unify the physics past the impasse since the thirty's.

I, a poet really, am guilty too of independent language- but I must say your post is very clear to me and so are your ideas and concerns.

The problem with the concept of discrete circles is that they would be more a classical thing- indeed quantized Planck constants are are worthy path to take, when the grounding of such spinning also involves discrete circles of the electrons.

Now, part of this on some level is a matter of lattices and tessellations, even superimposed lattices- what indeed happens in the geometry of 9 dimensions after the sphere fills the lattice hypercubes?

The ultimate question of what we mean by evenness and oddness in matters of geometry is the reason there are the discussed differences and not so much some group theory property of rigid rotations.

I do not know about Kahler or Chern-Simon's work... but I do see that this will appear now in the abstract as new exotic physics- and I feel a little frustrated in my reading that you are almost there.

But I have not claimed this solution is the only swan song of past physics and a unique theory of everything. Great job, man.

Thank you BTW for letting me consider what happens at the mouths of wormholes- made for some interesting poetry and yes as with Lubos a hot new look at the properties of graphene.

The PeSla