Mr. Tompkins and
Sheldon Race Mountain Bikes in New Wonderland
L. Edgar Otto October 05, 2012
(I)
Ms. Money Penny felt
she had an insight into the secrets inside the company in her friend, a man of
secrets so felt some connection to him, having met him in a hidden social space
that he could bond with her or give her advice on her problems and daydreams
of love. But secrets are breadcrumbs the
masses glean or sweep away or the scavengers greedily seek out to buy and sell
for their own.
Without their cloaks
of near invisibility, leaks were not perfect and privacy not to be perfect only
painted over with the razzle dazzle or camouflage of disinformation to the
masses and bluffs between governments, even trusted friends if it comes down to
it... the agency for this man of secrets was as always a target for God and
Country for the curious that all were something special or so imagined in the
bare nakedness of the ordinary.
She had expected
agent 99 balloons to walk through the rabbit hole disguised as a door which she
always saw as a magical door, the event not announced seem to have a white
rabbit urgency of time when it happened yet she tried to keep up running faster
and faster but going no where, fixed in place and now taking a rest for
personal relaxation.
She felt it routine
now when they came through that hidden basement door down from the kiosk where
Double Naught came for new assignments and debriefings with his liscence to
kill or explore diverse theories or other experiements in the field as if he
were one of the Time Lords.
His shallow flirting
appealed to her, his trying to impress her tossing the wingless elementary
deduction flying saucer Higgs hat toward the hat rack with unnatural dead
Zen-like aim cloaked the inner chemistry of bonds in false vacuums as if
nothing left deeper in the stringy emptiness of the love and brains beneath it against the sun on a day not of intermittent wind. She loved his complexity as well his
Einsteinian sensitivity to simple puns of imagination that aims for the heart
of the matter.
But Sheldon came
through the door so she asked him, so rare she got to talk to sisters in the
agency about personal and social things if she dated Leonard would it work as
he was so wise and she so ordinary.
After awhile Sheldon began again to teach her a little something about quantum physics, starting
with it all began in ancient Greece. To
finally answer her he told her about Schrodinger's cat- how we do not know if
their relationship would work out for that cat before the fact of seeing it
with its vile of poison and equal chance was alive or dead so in some sense as
if it were alive and dead at the same time-
not to mention that looking at it may change the outcome maybe in the
past as well as in some future.
"Oh Shelly, I
heard Mr. Tompkins just the other day at the pub talking to professor Gamow and Hoyle engaged in hotter
place debates say: 'increases, decreases, who cares what the hell the entropy
does?' ".
* * * * *
(II)
To be
continued... Mr. Tompkins and Seldon
racing up and down the potential wells on mountian bikes in New Wonderland to
see how the world looks and how things behave at the speed of light but in the
scenario of old and new theories of space as reference frames as they descend
into the black hole at the center of the galaxy in ever tighter orbits beyond
the inverse square laws of universal theory...
"A we to imagine
a sequel in parallel to old Alice and through the Looking Glass in our day.
Professor Gamma?"
"Well, it seems
the same old limitations of plots and auras, I mean, what fades or what
persists and holds together, a creation self created but no Diety implied to
hold it so--- as you no doubt prefer as real and the rules of Hoyle that the
creativity is in the dust and in us."
"We agree then
the scope of science is all there is of an intelligent design for explanations
or if it is more then that outside the scope of our postulates and
enquiry."
"There is the
matter of dark matter and this business of strings and branes, the half alive
and half dead only game in town as so many take chances for their careers,
another depth to
defining our genes and matter it seems. If of what is we know its extent but
not its what it is fundamentally."
"Inside the
spacious strings is the mechanism of sequels in the fine tuning against some
wall of perfection, the absurd wall or sphere of the sun or of the depths of
black holes as we spiral down our obits oblivious to the stable ones of Newton
or he shifts and slides where light and Planck s sequel little devil of action
rules as a sequel- How is it by the way although our goal of dreams is the same
in this abstract wonderland we cannot come together in one description of the
whole as if we war like competing gods?"
"These strings
are stars and black holes, the stuff of the entropy and the dream we have of
bonds some enamored of sacred geometry that it remains mystical as well as a
model of falsifiable scientific systems, the quantum that debates what is
thermodynamic synchronicity in the remote ideas of entanglement and
ESP."
You see, as such
these are the general mass energy emitters and at that unified place the
entropy eaters that in the combined design and structure explain how the
galactic center eats the momentum beyond the natural flow so to spiral down yet
by the inverse distance stay on the ground the first power as two or the transfer of things at a distance within such horizons and their leaking to the
world or to some other place, God in the metaphor and at face value to be
taken as super dark matter existentially at least in the reality, the Omnium
where light seems to change in time and time itself builds and leaps and
flows."
"I wonder then if other powers of two or
other such foundational numbers such as Mersenes applies in the idea of what is
primal physics? Or those of the surreal
numbers where all such theories are alike and in the deeps and deep links in
the exploring of new levels of structures we see as nature does in her
dimensions and note in the clarity and transparency how nature builds and how
she gets beyond her self limitations."
* * *
In New Zealand the
wool is shipped to machine and pattern rugs, for those who can afford them, to
compete in the trade as the women weave in Afghanistan and the market shifts to
Turkey or Iran. We strive to draw Inside
the Lines or just make a stroke or dab of paint to make a schematic unto some
resolution of the landscape, note colors that arise by proximity not occurring
in the reflective rainbow of the dyes, and the earth itself warms thus, the
economy goes chaotic, and life stands firmer in the sense and flow of time as
well into the potentiality of our eyes upon the heavens...
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