State Of the Vision MMX

There are a lot of "Beautiful Minds" out there in the form of young aspiring scientists. For me I tend to be only impressed at the moment with Ramanijan - that quality I cannot quiet grasp of his genius- of course moderated by Hardy and his proofs- together a more viable approach to science than what we now think we have in the competition of theoretical speculations, especially in cosmology.

The reference frame has a recent article lambasting the ID'ers in terms of the information paradox of black holes. This is of course the subject of my speculation lately. I am a little tired to post my recent notes to myself on it and it would be in a strange form of shorthand. Let me just say that I have gone beyond that current solution to the paradox (that is the one this week in newscientist.com a report from fermi lab as to the holographic nature of the utmost pixels in the internal structure of a black hole where as I have said many times the content of these dimensions two and three quasically correspond. Yet if we think about it from the number theoretic point of view there is a clear mechanism for the black hole like objects, being negative curvature in concept creative, that we can actually store more into such a multiplicity as holon of information- at least in the short run. I will post more on this, for now think of the question where is the soul and what would make it unique- that or stop laying all this metaphysics disguised as science on us laymen.) The newscientist article btw reduces the small end of space to a sort of hologram pixels. Surely this is not the whole picture for we have the fractal ideas too. (the difference really between the two concepts).

The state of the vision (as the next level of science of which I see the development of others asserting questions and problems the quasic view solved for me long ago) is rather sound as surprising as it is. I wish I could convey this too you all but assure you if you search my longtime thoughts it will be worthwhile.

Newscientist has another intriguing article on the doodles cave men did in a pre-alphanumeric age. Clearly as language develops (the speech and the script in a sort of membrane connection like the cyclic model) it is inevitable as is mind an life in a sense and in a certain way that is black hole like creative and a holon, but not a fragmented situation of holograms rather like the Bahai idea of spirit. Words and numbers then store information and memory by these quasic mechanisms.

Quasic Space Notation

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a sampling of spcf diagrams and some forum avatars.

Ekpyrosis and Prime Number Logic

Ekpyrosis and Prime Number Logic

I have had some thoughts lately concerning the nature of numbers and cosmology. I will get around to posting the ideas here soon- some of which developed through the poems which are up to 30 or so. I notice on the reference frame blog a reference to a religious site and the relation to string theory etc. When we get to the nature of the reality of space and numbers as a Platonic or evolving dynamic concept we do reach the paradoxes- but is the world Godel like? Does the metaphysics of it all not relate to our ideas of a Messiah or if the scriptures closed a More fundamental idea of a man and God? Is this growing form of modern cosmology just the scientific reaction to the multiplicity of say Hindu gods, Ganish in particular as the patron of art and science. If in particular Buddha has multiple lives why must he evolve through one each new incarnation.

But I am a little tired today and have no time to draw this out. Ekpyrosis is a word from the cyclic universe speculators which seems to compete with the inflation idea - the transcontinuum and the ultranscontinum models in my early speculations. (in my system long ago I called trinx two flat spaces intersecting in a point with three players in a game) So I will say the essential idea:

There is mathematical induction which can see into a sort of proof unto totality. And at aleph zero we can have what I have called the yod transfinite less than that, specifically the prime numbers. We can show the number of primes as infinite but can we show the pairs of primes or if the Fibonacci numbers as primes continue? We can image in some idea of a multiverse a place where the laws of reality are so different that the prime set may be different. We can assume that these laws of arithmetic would apply universally to all the multiverse.

But what if as the shell of the ekpyrotic conception of the universe grows we have in some unprovable front beyond that a world similiar to the "illogical one" In which case we can say 89 is prime but say a hundred trillion and 89 part of a real uncertainty until it is invented or tested and so discovered to be part of the general system of primes as we know it. Math is not simply Platonic in its philosophy nor is it constructed or conjured. We may prove the logic or apparatus as a mental thing is undecidable by the principles of arithmetic but within the frontier of the conception (for example this brane world collision) no such prime numbers exist as determined to allow a ground for the logical apparatus, yet.

Similarly the DNA we encounter, as Hoyle observed, may be incomplete from what is available in our region of space. Nevertheless, as posted long ago in diagrams and discussions on philosophychatforum we can by first principles such as mathematical construction and induction read the dna with four bases in quasic space theory(used for the subject of some of the poems as an article appeared on this last week on newscientist.com) But this has to do with the evolving sequences and accessibility of what we mean by irrational numbers (and as I said the axiom of choice in particular).

This also apples to our personal evolution over time as to how much and what we can learn and what we can bring into our present existence of so many given theories.

The theme for all this is of course a way to have an alternative answer to why mathematics applies to reality as a matter of a human construct or a given or not.

PeSla of Stars and Butterflies (Infinitea Party continued)

PeSla of Stars and Butterflies (Infinitea Party continued)

I continue to be inspired by the further study of physics and mathematics so the confluence of the themes and metaphors of the series Infinitea Party continue here which I will eventually get around to posting. I am not sure how good these poems are but I usually write a series or steam of them, the Hoarfrost and Rime series shows up here also. I should make explicit as math some new concepts encountered involving the nature of numbers that one can find in some of the poems.


IX Wheels in Wheels, Strings and Membranes, Psyche's in Analyses
X Orenda Took Me Shopping
XI We Visit Uncle Jules in Prison
XII Habeous Corpus After the Death of the Mad Hatter
XIII Of Stars and Butterflies
XIV We Were no Fallen Angels
XV Thoughts of Her Come Less Frequently
XVI Can He Fall Through the Ice, Alternative His Ending
XVII He Acts on Dream History Early Taught the Sacred Books
XVIII Beyond Irrational People, Imaginary Gods
XIX Admission and Program for the Dumpster's Play
XX Love's Microscope and Time Machine
XXI In Her Baggage My Unborn Puppies in the River
XXII When it is Unnatural to Forget Discrete Dimensions
XXIII The Dark Suns also Can Paint a Happy Face
XXIV Love's Echoes and Dualities
XXV Are the Beads of Mardi Gras Lost 02-17-10

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I find it most interesting the unfolding of ideas from the past since Newton and how they are seen and applied by today's young physicists. I can clearly read between the lines now as to why some of them are skeptical in so many areas- but why should I change those who cannot see in themselves what they observe as faults in others? After all, they will not get very far in any new breakthroughs or threatening surprises for the security of today's status quo of power.

If I have represented the University in the poems as a dumpster- I hope no one misses that point and see how justified it is. If they desired the truth they would have spoken with me long ago- they not I are irrelevant and do not want to risk being proven wrong. This is a great disservice to our generation of young scientists.

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As the poems came up against current models of issues in cosmology I did have a less poetic and more physics idea in the process of writing. The idea of aughts (from the IPA reversed c symbol for the vowel) and jots (from the letter j without dot as iota without a dot, jota). But the idea is essential the adding a quasic dimension and ordering of sorts of a series by a different color of numbers binary on the number line- not quite the same as that negation of sorts of ordinals into cardinals.
Really, these number theory concerns underlie and undermine the utility of calculus also. But in a sense aught and jots are the beginning. The old debates are here and some new ones (that is if the last idea to confirm say inflation or brane creation cycles can be so verified by observation- after all in a sense the graviton itself my not be directly viewable even in measure thru ordinary space thus no sort of vertical red shift in the wmap data) Certainly the idea of disembodied branes from strings is an old idea of almost metaphysical issues- what then are we looking for with the idea of supersymmetry especially if the idea of hidden compactified dimensions is but a point of view as is the firely center of a Poe like universe?

Beware of debating those who are really in a fundamentalsist religious war of their ideas or style of physics that has little on the face of it to do really with such a narrow and simple view of creativity and perhaps the God. But for most of us this great apocalyspe is way beyond our view and understanding though so universally fundamental as we so breath it even beyond the mystery of what the world is, how long it endures or begins or ends and so on- thus the attempt to take a snapshot of it in our time, a generation who believes heaven and miracles before in God and perhaps a generation that reflects this distant war of cosmology- as perhaps ordinary poetry in the literature of undergrads to come.

Infinitea Party

The Infinitea Party L. Edgar Otto 02-11-10

I. The Giant

The giant shook off his thick fur cloak
He imagined himself a perfect sphere
Standing on one of perfect discs, sand dollars
each in a perfect box in a honeycomb of mirrors

From the central point of his solid soul all the
other discs were tilted, solid and ellipses
Yet, looking out at that checky shore they vibrated
so did he an oval upon his heart inverse square

"What of my pure dream," he asked himself thus shook
"holds me up though I ever fall down to nowhere?"
When did I begin to dream, my soul premature must grow again in the forlorn of uncertainty, the world that died in my childbirth?"

He longed for another to see the beauty of his alchemy
Even the lesser sealings good company, they sharing with him the same law of gravity.

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II. Wheel-O'dollar

Wheel-O'dollar grew bored reading in the coffee shop
so spiraled down to the river following the meandering
Stream of the melting ice dam from its roof, "Her spirit
since she left, a falling apple, must seek its own level."

So he stretched out on the bank reaching out to taste her
touching the still flowing tannin droplets on his fingers
He said a prayer goodbye as much a question as to why
shooed away from his tearing eye an annoying fruit fly

Across, on the bluff and falls he barely noticed the smokestacks and
buildings through the budding stunted trees of the university
The greening students coming down the trail, a third of them from some foreign land to study, have tea, find diversity

He went back to ask how the classes and labs turned out
Some wore bright colors, thought outside their homeobox, some wore arms and mouths on their tails and foreheads.

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III. The Fruit Flies

The large green dumpster was overflowing with beer bottles
the yellow jackets drowning or licking the last sticky drops
The crows were busy fighting over bits of pizza crust
they tore our of crumpled bags of brightly lettered paper

A banana peel on the ground by it had its own cloud of flying gnats
from used coffee grounds in the stained filter thrown, missed and left
A stream found its own level in confluence, colors Guinness and floes of ice
There the time it took the giant to pass by the fruit flies had short lives

The Giant stepped on Wheel-O'dollar who did not notice him
anymore than a brief passing cloud obscuring the sun
But he, still feeling alone looked on him to see if crushed his dollop of spectrum light
The Wheel so much its own design worked well, not mangled his chimera

"What are you doing little one licking your claws over thinking them fingers?"
"One short life," Wheel to himself,"Yet it does not matter I've lost my eggmate."

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IV. the Budding Logician
Contemplates the Universe 02-12-10

As much a truth as fallacy
the sparks and force or fall of denizens
Are counted chasing their own tails
absolute somewhere in the continuum the
Sampi suspended patterns of flickering starlight and
moons sliced pizza pie jumping discontinuities
The greater unbirthdays or one unique tea party
at rest between ghosts and departed quantities
Ad infinitum turtles on turtles biting their own tails
coherently computing them through hailstone rings of elegance

The gathering of sums then the sum of gatherings
Who then the mad hatter at the tea party?
Whom the would be gods destroy first they declare mad?
Universes of Love know no better in freedom and dishonesty.

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Colloidal man, his modal brown dwarf motion, his trickling liquid soul
encounters Reynold's flow and waves to sense the ocean
Addictions of clinging to the fire and friction and foam of lotion
he cannot see the surface ripples in them at the front of floods
Nor help but drown in rising tide his sensuous feet in quicksand mud and
those who would scry his dreams in scud can't see them either.

The vector switchblade jackknife average curves and rates on roads
sliced off the wings of Pythagoras between the trapazoid and
Triangle the co-ordinates of zero points comprehend this instar of the whole
the shadows followed inspire him to fight, time and space to fold

There, in the lonely square circle the Philosopher must walk
Holy Newton's notebooks speak in Euclid and in Latin, delayed the
Publishing, priority to rant and stalk the implications of Kepler, stand on the shoulder of giants
Redeemed the fallen Leibniz, there at the creation they knew no better either.

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Between their snowpocalyspe and snowmagedon, rime frost and soft ice
They each a vital coherent whole, as above or below them within banishing life's chaos of mutations.

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Infinitea Party V. His Prayer to Her by the River

02-12-10

What comes back or goes out of boundaries, conserved
Love's concentric rings, my shells that orbit you

Your sun a deeper lens, rim of a volcano, my racing heart
slows down to fission break, fall for you our fusion trigger as
Mercuric warps stay in the groove and never varies

Our expectation, we one center of mass, each other
the variance of our dance eternal moments of inertia
Yet our colors blend but never touch, galaxies passing
through each other, become pinwheel spirals, culture dishes for life

Our points of light tangles knotted to each other I
sample more of the snapshots of our soul contained
In our nest of nothing our double center half real

But only so far can I point beneath your seas, reach molten cores and
Hollow earth, your crust and mantle pull me, stir me up from your depths harder
to explore that space itself.

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Our unity of dimensions electric and magnetic, we divided by the light
Needs more to know each other than our infinity gone nova and all
The story's on either mirror side of heaven, your love realer than the Giant

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Our single path through life and wider freedom one bright wondering star
Of action shared

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VI. She Returns His Prayer 01-13-10

"My Wheel-O, so few return to the layered ground
the oak its acorns, the branches willow

We were the eye of each others storm, precarious
peace and calm, perfect trust when all was eye

But then you would not spin, we each alone, the
wall one sided mirror, myriad vortices in mesh

You fundamental and I your color space pulled with your wake
as now you gaze swirling fog as if it but reflection, real inside the river

Life slips, love catches itself on the sheet of ice
as if I held your arm, now ghost, our once coupled spin

Beyond dimensionless and dimensions the distant peace
of naught, replete with love our memory of thought yet

As you reverse the fog devil's with your will, this prayer
I so return to you, hole in heart to heal, and real my last farewell."

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VII Infinitea Roses Waltzing at the Blue Ball 02-13-10

You impaired of hearing fade into the din of drums

The accordion reeds broken teeth make tinny hums

From one end through infinity and beyond your lives

A packet full of salts, snowflakes and branches , trees to hoarfrost spawn

But that I do not hear you, Love's end time and where

Our love began unknown no long seeds of dawn our song so sweetly
graced with overtones

I taste the themes and tickle strings, drink your tears digital or

Circular my guitar, your snares on my stretched skin

The brain stem hears again your voice and touch your face, recall or song
God's bass

So we are the whole band, cockcrows and tambourines

Alone this page of stave's, no conductors marking time

A young lass does a jig, her feet in sync this gig on the stage with ours

Only so many can fill the ballroom changing partners there

Marching with the phalanx or mornings after lighter aires

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VIII Infinitea Party Their Indian Grandmothers Watching Over Them 02-13-10

There is no memorial that lasts for Asphodel
save what in spring burst forth, bulbs from the ground

Nor can we know if the woodland sunflowers will
grow profusely again drinking snow by the river

So varied and wild their number of petals, she loves me -
loves me not, our breaths entwined with clouds of dandelions

Somewhere, between the yellowing pages, an old book..
our summer lives though dry its fragrances potpourri

But our children stories rarely last, new books and baby names
fill depositories, stars like flowers their own flames for libraries

Love like a child that died before us lives in the
Seven Sisters Paleidian, paladin hearts deep into Sagittarius

Your thin curtains full of art with no window lie that Love and we must die
no twilight of the Giant contains your stained glass eyes and windows

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My sweetness do you not feel your winter coat its goodness
my Orenda by the river hunting blue berries with her dog stars?

Surely she speaks to you, who is the ancestral love we seek
we once playing in the sea oat dunes my sister swimming in the sounds

We children gathering gifts for the village up rive sand shell pennies
from heaven delayed awhile our trip to see

The shawled Lady, bring her fish eyes and claws from blue crabbing
Find Love's pre-dawn wisdom visiting her unafraid the old gypsy in her cabin

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Observation by Nietzsche

Observation by Nietzsche

How much of the creativity is of deep philosophic value if we try to acknowledge it and get through that marginalized at outliers or there by choice, intellectuals and armchair philosophers in the coffee shops?


I was thinking about possible worlds and it occurred to me that one might be able to construct an interesting paradox. One might think that one could construct a set of all possible worlds. Suppose that at this world, I wrote down a set that did not contain itself. Now at nearby possible worlds, I also write down a set that doesn't contain itself, but I write down a different set. Now I ask is there any possible world at which I write down the set of sets written at all of these different worlds? If I do write down such a set, then it must contain itself -- thereby resulting in a contradiction. If I do not write down the set, then there is at least one set that does not contain itself which is logically possible but is not written down at any possible world. Again, contradiction. I was wondering how might one resolve this.
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http://www.philosophychatforum.com/viewtopic.php?f=51&t=14874 Here I thought that perhaps the author of this thread was really trying to raise and interesting question of metaphysics (after all he moved my take on metaphysics to the realm of odds and ends) but I come away from the idea as at best a lack of deep understanding of the very thread of all the issues of debates of logic of which a young man should have some overview and not assume they have the unique answer and are in fact experts and do stand on solid scientific grounds.

Nietzsche observed defining history as a way to arrive at a few great men and added yes, to get around them. Nobel Laurettes seem to beget nobel Laurettes- in a sense we learn from our mentors much in the one to one Eastern tradition.

I do not mind, say in the minor publication Volume One not to have poems published that I would lose to those better or potentially better than I. But surely of the two hundred entries the university educated dominate in style and I have seen some very good poets that just are not part of the gown scene so in effect do not exist. Surely science as a social thing is about who controls the evolutionary agenda. I do mentor some of the local town poets and we for whatever reason are drawn to the work in itself which first and foremost should not dismiss our human and creative potential.

The great me of mathematics seem to follow a stream of simple idea that reach to the heart of the highest wisdom. Gauss, Cauchy, Weierstrass, Riemann there are always chess players in the coffee shop and losing to some of them over again puts us on a higher level- an almost mystical breakthrough in comprehension and expertise. A website that is for the common and universal good assumed of science and teaching should teach the links and history of the ideas and people- not jumble what truth there is in what they justify as contradictions and statistical grounded realities.

The modular numbers beget the epsilon methods beget Fourier and the angular complex number ideas begets the observations of what is prime where sums and products meet in the fundamental theory of analysis, differentiation an inverse of integration, Euler and all the Frenchmen. Our golden ages do not for mere political reason try to assassinate Heisenberg or Quantum physicists in Iran- what is our common science then a form of stealth terrorism and a fear of new as well as personally chosen ideas beyond the issue of the sacred and modernity.

Dear Lincoln,

Let me try to introduce another paradox from which and faint answer to your question may appear; let's call it the paradox of Wittgenstein. The philosopher argues that the problems arising through a misinterpretation of our forms of language have the character of depth, and, latter in the same text he asks "why do we feel grammatical joke to be deep?", with known conclusions.
Paradoxes may indeed result from the inavoidable nature of the langage and of the logical reasoning of the questionner, but neverless they also trigger the questionner itself, being thus both the son and the father of the questionner; wouldn't that be a paradox too?

I have found no other way to escape from the infinite regression, (but no disquietude here (?)), brang by the paradox but that of considering that infinite is just a local unavoidable pattern in the world, as well as the set of the sets, time and space and numbers : all are just local characters. Logical reasoning in this perspective yields an anthropomorphic vision of a world that goes beyond.

By the way, being in Caltech for a short two months period, it would be a honnor to offer a cafe to a moderator of this forum if there are some around, all of them deserving respect for their anonymous task here. henriette
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First of all, Lincoln hasn't posted in this thread. Second, your post is off topic (and, as far as I am concerned, incoherent.) linford86
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So, it is her ideas that Henriette that disturbs the logic and the now I got you you sob natural mistake perhaps some subconscious association with the voice of arrogance. But really how is it there is no respect for young thinker even when they are climbing up the ladder of academia? Is that struggle a survival of the fittest that reduces others to babble and incoherence by assertions alone? I expect the lady will not hang around the forum much longer after such treatment and from an existential view she the enemy she will forever not be converted to the forum faith.

If the young linford would understand the chain of the mathematicians listed (after all I go back to review them for not only things I missed in my less matured brain but the whole context of their many worlds as if greater chessgames to learn from despite feeling, knowing the old ignorance that the next level of awakening makes up for it some) He would see the simplistic nature of his question, quite metaphysical in the superstitious sense- and just maybe be embarrassed by his recorded contributions. I suspect there will be little significant beyond that unlike the adaptable and human wisdom perhaps inherited of such conceptions of the universe of other mathematicians and logicians young and old on that forum. There are in fact several such paradoxes to put your name on way beyond this trivial one- and yes a sort of unity to it all- the very heart of getting beyond Godel et al, and the way we are free in the logic to see that port of the world, quasi quasic in number theory and the application of physics both engineering and theoretical that perhaps in the idea of the continua and of the levels of differentiation and so on that there is a certain mystical view of Cantor of what is unity of the transfinite and the equinumerous nature of lesser numbers- and a new way to apply the idea of axioms of choice intrinsic to the issues of axiomation of the hypothesis.

But I am on a new level- nevertheless I feel for the way some were treated on this minor forum. Then again it did not take formal education to reach linfords level at his age- what a generation of dull poets, what a generation of interesting chessgames between equals on lesser levels because they still have the freedom and do not have the suggested guidance to make a wider range of mistaken moves.

Vintage Number Theory

Vintage Number Theory

Developed further insights in the student's steep learning curve about sequences and series. Told it to sleepy eyed Eric then wrote a poem called Whats Your Number.

rrushius thanks for following me- those blogs you follow are most mysterious and interesting to me (mine are really accidents mostly of first encounters and some samples of foreign languages- I will be in Chicago a week or so in March so we can have the coffee and talk philosophy like we planned some time ago. Will email you.

What's Your Number L. Edgar Otto 02-10-10

Our music together is not perfect
yet it is sweet, as long as our lyrics
Are taken lightly, the tones not too high or deep
words their own haunting mirror ghosts

This seems how it must be as we damper
pluck each others strings at places dissonant
So hard to learn to play the rhythm chords
between the bass and shrill, Love's middle way

Love is as much a cast of dice and divining cards
as focused measure made more real by what we ignore
Somewhere between the workhorse and the unicorns
we live the mystery that Love's numbers match the world

The jukebox in the clubs and honky tonk's move our feet
I miss her like a crackling song, AM radio, highway in the wind

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Real People, Real God and Irrational People, Imaginary God

So, in this thing called number as an abstract mental construct yet somehow a thing of physicality in the universe we can almost feel them as if hear music- oh it has been known a long time we can hear microwaves in our head and reading them there or putting them there does not prove our inmost thoughts can be ultimately and unwillingly accessed. Yet all this is a matter of how far logic and its proofs are to be related to the mathematics, interpreted at least- finally.

So, I can almost taste the flow of numbers like the perfume on the lady walking by that lingers on my tongue- distracting but then logic is distracting. It also takes a creative mind to understand mathematics as well as a keen and focused one.

I just went through the motions after figuring out how to work the old calculator without an instruction booklet. I was surprised all the sweat and eye strain resulted in some new insights and things to consider in that world still of vague speculations. So I state the following as hints of a new realm of my thinking without proof or clarity as to what would be at the end of a project of thinking about them.

Clearly we can find relations between some numbers which are not necessarily in nearby ordering but behave as these close first position chords.

It is not clear to me at all that the diagonal proof (other than by a vague general principle of logic that they can be Godel and Cohen like decidable) that we can generate more actual numbers than those listed in a sense of a concrete notation of numbers. There is the possibility quasic ideas can prove the continuum hypothesis where it is interpreted to apply. But this is at the heart of the other independent axiom of choice in matters of collections of infinite sets and so on.

What does it matter to an infinite universe is the clean idea of prime generation by factorials is rather beyond our computation?

So somewhere on a number line, logs or not, we see the approximation dances of phi and pi and the golden section. Although these can be relative and even dimensionless transcendentally - they do have a sense of fixed place which we need not say is some coincidence of the design of creation. But let me not forget the square root of two in matters of our finite bandwidth extending to many octaves.

If some of this proves out then we do have an explanation for why numbers and even supernatural senses of numbers apply to our reality, universe- which of course is the underlying theme of the above poem.