Evaporation and the
Void
L. Edgar Otto 26 June, 2012
Of course we do not
mean that some idea of something is made from the nothingness, rather it is
made from the wild card of the totality and in between. This is the non-necessity as vaguely a more
general analog for what we imagine the idea of uncertainty at the quantum level
may add to that simpler (less philosophic in its implications) mechanism of
creation and annihilation of particles.
We can vaguely think
of systems between the uncertainty and nonnecessity, models such as vacuum
pressure and points in certain (usually in complex space) positions of
stability associated with things like the hats as relative or even false
potential grounding on some space level.
In this sense, we can make analogy to the electronic force applied to
lower structures such as strings an analogy to relative charges defined by
abstract motion and (directions, vectors) to the more general idea of absolute,
unified, or many-fold branes.
We then distinguish,
on the philosophic level, what we may mean by solid objects and the space
between them. At what level does the
discrete overcome the continuous span of an ideal incompressible fluid
model. There is no good reason to see
such substance and the vacuum between them as not the same equivalent and indistinguishable our of the physical context of existence. Nor when so distinguished it is a clear match
or function and not somewhat a non necessary relation.
Incomplete models
would suggest, as in the standard idea, that an atom or other measures of
energy is in the motion of the particles more than the mass of the particles
themselves as surely as it seems the density, or proximity between particles
taken as a totality is mostly empty space.
It is the virtual particles at remote limits of the idea of quasic
generations of structures that in principle contribute to this general but
incomplete idea. That is, the levels of
the actuality of particles present in normal space and normal dimensions seems
a hierarchy of levels of our sense of the reality of their existence as quasi
visible or perceptible. This very sense of proximity of such objects is also a
definition for the energy as well as of the relativistic and Planck varieties as
formuli for measurement.
As the water metaphor and the information idea at the surface of black hole like objects
the standard theory and strings do not explain the mechanism of evaporation in
a unified detail, just the vague possibility by unexplained effects observed
from particle physics not as foundation as it can be. Entropy, informationally, is intimately
related to our ideas of such evaporation as well as mechanisms of decoherence
and these can be made clearer by the analysis of stereonometry, of the raw
state and structure of things, and of the general flow as well as chaos that
exist under the ideas of quantum uncertainty and its seething vacuum only
nature.
In particular, beyond
the contemplations of the Plato of the East, Narajala, two solid objects
continuous and indistinguishable that touch implies to locate or recognize the
touch, to in effect be able to orient things in general space, that it must be
composed of sub parts. But in the more
modern view and here we see there are degrees of what can be considered in this
paradox of any level of sub objects touching.
Such is the obvious first consideration of the idea of evaporation and
the question of where objects and information go, that is literally evaporate
into or even vanish.
The reduction of
disorder, in its most general description, does not necessarily mean there is a
negative entropy or one seeming so as relative, nor that the idea is forbidden
as an active force despite ideas of negative probability likewise or the
presumed grounding level of the lack of reality of negative distance. Light and its multiplicity as if in the
linear directions (with no ad hoc distinguishing time direction or imaginary
directions assumes at any number of dimensions) is visible only by reflection
to show in the flow as the idea of things seems the loops and swirls as if foam
floating on a river that the evaporation is excluded as perpendicularity and if
there is but illusion of repeated or cyclic reflections that too is invisible
to an outside viewer as well the literal actual flow in time and over time of
such states of turbulent oscillation.
In organic abstract
systems, wherein we explain differences in the direction of view as in the
measure of force differences of configuration analogies to electric fields and
the idea of dark matter, the obvious view of Eddington as to the role of
dimensionless constants that compliments those similar concerns of Dirac- the
presumption of a finite yet variable average count of the numbers of protons
(electrons) in the universe and the all important 120 and 136 mass ratios of
the difference in forces- the atomic quason of maximum local singularity
symmetry by those first attempts as quasic matrix arithmetical ideas this too
applies to the unity of an organic system as a quason. This too with the possibility of higher extensions in physics beyond this internal view state as the completeness of
the totality of things- that we find that organic systems, physically if not as
a realm of sentience, may in a sense communicate the aspects and processes of
some theory of everything virtually or actually between each other. Instincts of lesser animals have foundations
therein.
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Robin's Egg Blues
L. Edgar Otto 26 June, 2012
Late into spring I
removed the cobwebs and opened the front door to the porch where I startled the
robin's nest at eye high view in the small tree
I saw the daddy fly
down before me with a broken wing I the intruder in his greater realm safe an
in it the nest built if only temporary and in that four eggs
Shutting the door I
peeked through the window careful to make noise to get them used to me, to let
them return to the business of life mine too the ancient instincts
Featherless the
squabs hatched, the swallowed fireflies made a beacon in their bellies and one
day I see two of them fall out and two left behind cold and still
I put them back but
the mother bird would push them out and preened the sleeping ones, stay
near. Eventually I removed them and put
those alive back she cared for again
These three chambered
hearts are more ancient than we, who knows what they sense in life's rhythm
that they can so see the colors to revive to create them again
What sort a God am I
to test them, make for them a trail that in the end if they learn obedience
bring a family back from the poverty of ole Job's turkey winter hollow eyed?
I have endured broken
wings, not the sense that the last born commands the heart of woman even if
without the stolen child she holds long the broken dolls
Last into the world
first out is not natural to unthinking man inside the woman closer to creative
God she keeps her eye on the deeper reflections, stalking eyes
The moon suspends
the embryo or the body alone struggles to heal or abort what the universe has
given it indifferent but not the rainbow God
My soul so suspended
and in triage with the holding on to the past, the helpless birds to which I
like the prophet puts beak to leak my blood to feed them
Time does not heal
the loss nor the roles of our endless courtship summers and meaningless
switching partners my heart too cooled to know joyfully their own nestlings
I behold the
firstborn of my firstborn and my heart is breaking but is it just the moment,
an old lover says I'm looking good but we know no old fires rekindled
She, as I was
thinking the same thing, where did I know him?
Perhaps some better path, some stronger unfilled bond beyond our warm
four chamber forgotten hearts
The depth of love and
its dangers in the moment and the overwhelming vastness of space forgiven and
unforgiven
that the germ takes
and is fulfilled
I find the shells of
the robin's egg and can hardly call them blue as well their breasts are more
orange than red we who see and sing less than the thrushes truer colors
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