The
Quasifinite Omnium
L.
Edgar Otto 14
January, 2013
"How
is it that the human mind can reach so far into the scales of the
dream of universe by imagination? There is more than what at first
glance appears than we or the universe first seems, even blind in
seeing ourselves yet seeing beyond totalities in double explosion of
possibilities."
The Pe Sla
Of
course I have built on the reflections of others for insights of some
key ideas and am aware of the influences that hone my intuitions
touching gold in a world where the myth of gold everywhere renders it
useless. Especially to Coxeter and his reflections, his boxes full
of mirrors, his childlike explorations for us a story in the
tradition of the Looking Glass with independent research carefully
reasoned- so too the lesser than this guru, Fuller as all who
contemplate the planes of flatland and the Platonic polyhedra.
But
unseen hands would seem an explanation, by it is not clear what, that
puts the magic in the mere touch. Oh, of late the scrying into some
dream may be artistic and sketchy, an illusion of some outline
pointing to dead ends or the way. Some wish beyond the need for
wishing that we do not disturb our dream fulfilling with dream food
our hunger- driven by the digestion in fast from yesterday.
In
the delayed posts and with further recreations of color and
illustrations I put an idea in retrospection did not seem to me a
clear principle of which one may follow if it is communicated. That
is sometimes ideas are so foundational we only glimpses them briefly,
and sometimes like memories of our parents before our memories are
focused and fixed the picture or spirit of it comes back again- but
one thing is for sure, the question of if there is a finite or
infinite, or the compromise but paradoxical models of an oscillating
universe- that too is but a stepping stone to the wider question as
to what is the cosmos.
There
came some clarity, in this middle of winter post as the light begins
to return like old friends or lovers the gods seemed to send to me to
comfort in crises of the heart what may disturb my quest, undermine
my desire to continue the journey, exchange the outlines with the
paint by number art adding, in at least the doing, to the heap of
knowing a little more- returns as if a cyclic season were we may jump
thru time as if the universe requires of me to give comfort in
return. But in that choices are mine, in the ultimate creativity
nothing is futile for these are the knowing we share.
The
clarity is inspired, gray groups or not, shadows or not, a futile
quest or not repeated again or forgotten, when I look deep into the
zero and infinity for the ongoing unity of existence. Nature despite
patterns lost in the detail in the scale of space and time gain
insight from its assembly codes.
This
gives our knowing a freedom to explore in the shadows that do not
necessarily connect or see beyond the state of our wisdom or of the
instar of this world for all groups may only be gray and nothing else
as real in some meaningful distinctions. The delta 4 honeycomb
polytope of Coxeter and those before him strikes me as part of the
general explanation for what in these abstract dreams I feel the
intuition has a parallel or a better grounding. Five of these with
duality that cycles as if these as quasic branes so cycle to describe
all totalities yet all things still possible beyond- that is, the
quasifinite not necessarily distinguished from the quasi-infinite
core stances and views.
Can
such mirroring duality (and higher forms like this emphasis on the
prime number two) not skip thru cycles as five (or all the mirror
possibilities where groups are not necessarily so strict in its
projections nor unrestricted) that the simple density can be imagined
different, say of the folksy pentatonic or that of blues, the other
side of what is the rigid rotations of the dodecahedron, that we find
the other order that skips and instar in the plane as if all cycles
may be contained within the stepping stones of them?
Do
such branes not also present intelligibly their teleoscoping friezy
patterns if we could get our head around them as if from a God's-eye
view and would I judge my work so imperfect if I could wrap my dreams
and head around myself in its growing myths and memories and steps
likely to return or be still born and forgotten, at best a few embers
or sparks as with all our dreams still there so to light the tree for
the forest fires in the silence of no seen inquirers?
I
offer again the COBE to illustrate this concept of which in truth it
is just a radical conjecture yet a little more comprehensive and
imaginative than those of which we seem so proud of as radical
breakthru discoveries. We have for a long time based on our
experience of being down on earth that we distinguish the shadows of
the moon or other planets as the seas. So too the depths and patterns
of which we try to impose or observe in the patterns of the hills and
valleys of the early universe.
Yet
from natures view, especially if there are cycles of ages at least,
which is the hot and cold, which the mountains and the valleys. In
the imagined symmetry then we can divide the cycle of five, and most
likely explicitly if we research it, into what is all sea, what is
all land, what is the marsh between them, and what may be exchanged
on some level of cyclic groups on higher mirrors between them- even
in the wider view some ultimate mirror of reality of it all itself.
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Footnote not posted
today: within some totality of view, a
slice of some general stereonomic structure, there may be a multiplicity
transitive throughout as to how we partition things like axes or vectors as to
their sign in a more explicit and local way than mere ideas of their
reversal. This suggests that between the
instars of the honeycomb and thus flat brane grounding dualities the order of
such views of which are which signs may have a general effect of the group
interactions between the fivefold levels--- in general we do not always separate the rigid rotation groups from more general groups, nor it seems does
general nature rigidly.
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