Living with the Light and Encounters in the Dark

Living with the Light and Encounters in the Dark (The Universe as Wildcard, the Great Grand Jokers Wild)

L. Edgar Otto Saturday 21 April, 2012

In the land of the blind where the light and the dark vanish into but aethers the one and two eyed jacks are not necessarly kings.

Far into the remote distances we can connect but cannot see the state and source of another's dream for we but see the ghostly hint of a shelter only and not what she observes from above or below her source and vision, stealth her reasons perhaps even to herself. In our probing scrying search all symmetries and dimensions become a point or a place of hidden dreams- the distinction is not clear in the bonds between us.

Our eyes seek but subtle clues of that reversed yet cannot be reversed save in the mind's eye. So local or over a distance at best we see only the shelter by the river of time and change and a directed necklace of bits of icy dust falling for some Zeus and his lightning or roving eye as with all the water bearers the gender still confused beside dramatic chaos as we subdue the order of the elder gods and bid the swan to submit, her feathers trimmed, her beak nurturing if not the meat and milk the nest drinks from her self inflicted sacrifice, her breasts of sugar sheltered wounds.

So all we see is the shelter and cannot discern the message or if it welcomes our chance place in the dance for togetherness that in fact or fancy she cannot be our all nor we lost into the unknown future remain awake as something not lost or changed as our own.

For the males but a promise I suppose, nature's manifest destiny to bid us continue the branches to fill some sea and renew things this incarnation hidden in her depths, all they see is the promise and potential of the picnic table and perhaps she too brings the basket full of endless goodies to impress him with her fitness and her role.

Think not we can by magic reach another's heart. We can. But love unlike justice in this world is more than double blind in our seductions and flirtations. It takes much more than that to find true love or some truth of the deeper mysteries of this world and the higher language of starcrossed soulmates if there is one reality of a mating between soul to soul.

We learn but do not think theres more to it, to love, while not knowing what we are doing our nature acts as if we know it all. In love if not the multiverse there are as many Bhramans as there are ants until such reckoning of sand becomes too vast to attempt or imagine and we like nature sacrafice the myriads for the one and settle for much less, if we dispair of the flow of bits of all and nothingness and hope we hid from the eyes and hint of more beyond all phases of some mystic moon and endless sequences even telling a meaningful story finite the endless notes of music yet the start of endlessly expanding songs, that Love finds not more than one spark in the nothingness that is but one cosmic year.

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I suppose my post today is more romantic than our unspoken arts of love which we understand in symbols close to the metaphors of physics. Yet there are other thoughts in the background I find the illustration on Laplace- a topic of which I did touch upon in posting lately through a fellow blogger as deeply relavant although it reminds me of how Kea looked into related things for what is the significance of one diagonal below a diagonal but related to those who had the more general procedure named after them yet it seems that it amounts to an assumption that the insight on dimensions of Riemann is strict thus globally unique and seemingly complete in these matters of information and on what single leg we jump upon in the hopscotch game of wild cards. What would be something beyond the standard theory that is not the Higgs and yet a particle (Lubos)?

I would certainly pass out more of my gobbler awards that are for creative philosophy and science that cannot be judged at least in the present as sound and significant or not at least by our peers. But even then can our thought experiments in principle be judged this way either? In the main these meant as honor especially for those prophets not accepted in their own lands of academia.

Not that I am capable of errors in my judgement although I try to keep the peace for our higher noble projects...I should not begin a theme if I expect but a blank page or no poetically lucid or origninal fundamental thinking and writing. How is it that so many words can flow? I admit a little pride in my goal to speak more of the language of the so called experts so as to defend my modest goals of free enquiry against all bias. I assume there is so much more to go but am surprised how rapidly it was learned- so I stick our my tongue in a happy face emotiocon to those concerned. Yet we need no affirmation above a certain level of learning and achievement from those left behind.

Still, I am human enough knowing the depths of his life and his trying to advance his personal knowledge quite a leap in his own time, he the practical but highly intuitive engineer that solved problems and kept up with the state of the art. Even now as I pass through my own life his human frailness stands out to me, so much the lesser god, but a god nonetheless. That I could say to my father the theory was worthwhile after all. But what about the passing of my little brother- that is a cliche I suppose that some claim led them to the interest and work in research and medicine. That was certainly one of my driving reasons. Still there has to be philosophy for in Little Buddy's case all the wisdom in the world tells me it cannot be undone or changed. Yet for lesser things we are rather close to what we may do in this world.

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