Mr. Tompkins and Sheldon Race Mountain Bikes in New Wonderland

Mr. Tompkins and Sheldon Race Mountain Bikes in New Wonderland

L. Edgar Otto   October 05, 2012

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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?' ".

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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."

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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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Enumerating and Classifying Regular Super Polytopes

Enumerating and Classifying Regular Super Polytopes
  
L. Edgar Otto     October  4, 2012

 Again I am behind on posting text and illustrations but this would have been the topic today concerning the higher orders beyond our standard n-dimensional polytopes which turn out to be regular objects and which can have a physical effect as if symmetry were not complicated enough.
The first such types is that of the fractal like things of quasic things in similar things, the next one I discovered in 68 was the eight dimensional cube embedded in that of one of four space.  And so on-  but to list them now would take a whole new branch of geometry and days of work...

Still, I will be back to this page sometimes soon with some of the grounding math and principles.  This relates to other such questions of consciousness, biological processes, that outside the normal or paranormal as an accepted realm of science, semiotics of symbols so manipulated on this higher and not necessarily invisible or unreachable emergent level of reality and imagination.

So, can the mind move an object by will or "the force"?  Perhaps so either directly or indirectly if we can keep it still and move it into higher space as if we move the whole of the universe.



Comment to Pitkanen on PK:

If the universe is in some sense an experiment - say the God of Depraka is in his laboratory of nanotech...

Now what questions about negative values realized or those of the mind that can show an effect from us seeing things in the laboratory of this experimenter?  Then, the theories we create and believe of what we see of the universe is how the universe comes out...and we know no difference.

So the article yesterday that we can peak into the box to see the state of the quantum cat (as if a higher tunneling through its grin maybe) and find it alive or dead without disturbing it or the quantum state...  What does the cat see and can it change the outcome even with all possible time and path directions by thought?

In the multilayered TGD world it is clear that this sort of math and physics might solve things where we see but shadows of a multilayered action system.

How then do we connect and with what sort of quasi tangible reality are we outside a system that exists or not materially.

These higher order thoughts on the paranormal if they are to be understood need deeper and more foundational levels of theory- or the application of existing theories including our own.

ThePeSla

Theoretical Landscapes of Quasifinite Brane-Strings

Theoretical Landscapes of Quasifinite Brane-Strings

L. Edgar Otto  October 3, 2012


For the technical aspects for this theme it involves what we may call a 4+1 or the essential number 5 in the computation a diagonal up from the main one (which in effect does rotate things like the Feynman graph) but in doing so it amounts to something a little more fundamental than simple duality say between the regular solids as operations go.  We also have the permutations of the base of numbers as if repeating units that color the general scope of objects and functions concerned as the mirroring is also to be symmetric a diagonal below the main one, when these are taken litterally.  We note also that in such computation the prime 89 of the Fibonacci sequence comes up again- something in the data of my illustrations design and general photos for the use as themes is in the relaxed detail of the drawings such as the circles in circles near the golden proportion or in the electron configuration magic numbers 2 6 10 14 as radii.  These act coherently as well as primes as I stated of my beastly prime idea and the universe as at least a material playground or that or nothingness is today for me a little more certain as real than an illusion.  But not only does this apply to cosmology but to various levels of biology in its long evolution to more complex relations of molecules and shells.  The obvious shell within shells of cells and flower, of incubation within a mother mammal and so on, the core of the earth...is a stereonomic or structural design of which the DNA is surrounded by the complexes that relate the RNA all rather like a centered atom with its own nucleus that is the mechanics of this general scheme of foundational design- perhaps so works our creative dreaming too, that things come around again poetically in that "the existence of the old grey mare and make the pink unicorn all the more real logically as well that usually said the other way around.

Note: a third illustration between the two above for some reason I did not copy to transfer so I will supply that later...


Lubos yesterday posted an interesting article concerning the stability of the region where the Higgs is located more or less and I replied to  the blogger who commented upon this:


Clearly there is something strange about the top quark- that is it is as if there are only 5 quarks which makes some sense as the icosahedral roots of the fifth order equations (so beyond our quaint Euclidean ideas of ten dimensions) we have to dig a little deeper in the symmetry. What this means is that if the quark can be "unnaturally" near unity it is also in a sense at a zero or flat space. But what is unity in terms of fractional electric charge but a number problem and one of scale? There is more to it than ideas of stability- it is our foundational ideas of string and other theories that is the unnatural interpretation here. Hearing of the discovery of that quark I assumed I made a mistake- intuitively rather rare- only lately I realized what my concern was- and if this is an eight dimensional thing clearly there is the height of round things that fill the space of cube things and after all the higgs idea should be close to this natural dimensional equivalence- justified intuitively- it is a matter of seeing the world as a unified theory and it intelligible in the count of things that unifies first of all the ideas of the finite such as Klein and the continuous of Lie... The world is in that way quasifinite and combinationally dynamic.

L. Edgar Otto the PeSla pesla.blogspot com

It occurred to me quite at once upon awakening that some of the concerns with this sort of general stability had consequences... that and my strange treatment of combinations of simple digits... that and the concern of the Fibonacci prime ideas of Pitkanen... that and the ideas of Penrose on the nature of very special regions in the maps of what we consider the stance and unlikely but intelligible frame of regions of entropy... and so on.

A string, in its flat form at least is to be generalized and not just an imagined reduced and abstract object that contains no thickness... it can be zero or one or something in between.  In particular a quasic plane as a brane in its quasifinite count also has thickness as it is a diahedron structurally with an Euclidean height of One.  Let us not forget also the solidity of the world better grounded and the role ideas play like that of Kea that is not merely a shift of matrices and vague relativity's as essential issues of reference frames.

I also worked on what I thought was not too difficult a problem on the four space combo matrices of colors for the counting of how many by some method and what such combinations can be intelligibly generalized.  But the more I touch the arithmetic in detail the more the numbers seem to be those which so many of our theoreticians encounter and hold as if a clue or mystery to the physics of particles.  This theory in a sense is stability itself in the grounding as not metalanguage logical uncertainty, a more linear view in what seems a chaos or some state of non-linear interactions to which at the said place of the entropy of the moment, these string-branes as if the makers of mass and energy and the eaters of entropy like black holes and stars, the quasi fixed and quasi adaptable nature of the string-brain as a unified thus less abstract but more real concept to the point the Platonic idea of numbers can be generalized this way at one to the grounding of the universe as logically real after all and not just a simple illusion or perception.  There are some propositions if asked in a way that takes a higher view that can be provable after all within some system of (cosmic) totality.

Lubos today discusses things of which in the cumbersome superstring standard notation asks these essential questions of mass as interrelations of chiral objects (In Rowlands manner at the foundations really) but it too just as the reading of the direction of the genes one or two ways is quasi-stable as well as fixed and moving quasi-directional.  It is much more satisfying to have a deep grasp of the unity of these issues even if yes the theory can be simple as the article suggests from its pompousness... Let us not get lost in the strangeness of theory only to accept the weird in or out of the standard theories for to accept the common sense of the simplicity in the greater entropic regions of possibility is a harder way to do physics.

I find it very interesting how the physicists compete over these "toy theories of everything" and wonder while such brain power that is capable of awe and sensitive to discovery (such as Lubos) goes blind to those who would challenge the world views or the lineage or ownership-  All I can say is even I without a formal education suspect Lubos and others to take a very long time to catch up with me as I go forth without an idea just how long it is until the race stops although I am not in a race.  We risk being far from some stable region of entropy that seems so alien to others and so certain our own-   Thanks Lubos for showing me that some are bravely, humbly or with arrogance working, on some of the frontiers I faced long ago-- and thanks to the challenges of bloggers for the dialog that goads me, perhaps in dreams in the background, to take better leaps in soundness with what methods I understand as my own development to extend them as otherwise even with the night certain to follow us in this world I would rest upon like a turtle soaking up the sun.

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Grey

Grey

L. Edgar Otto   02 October, 2012

Since my mind's eye awakened to the kaleidoscope of vivid colours in the world in a dance of balanced variegated stars

the natural world rendered figures on that flag with simple ground stands out, is focus to the detail, a child past the hour with ease to draw faces true, savants x-ray the sinews of the eagle, flexing wings, feathers aileron,  owl panoramas

A lifetime learning what really is in the depth of spin of cubes that nothing of local pigments, sewn dress, history in exaggerated tourist blends of light and dabs of camel hair that fools the eyes to distinguish, suggest what a flower, polarized, negative index of refraction, bilateral with six hands to guide six eyes, mud left a cage of gaudy grey greys

I did not feel the passing of red head negative not my blood as with Gorgeous George of my own flesh save earth lighter as all things at a distance made whole again by those who torture, pull the wings off flies, alarmist with fraud and rumors in dialog with themselves at the edge of night starkly drawn all waters fresh again in the steeper spawn spent driven on

She who pulled the plug tells herself she loved him and gave the potions in slow release toxic mix harvesting his germ passing the nector on to her selfish gene line her thick wines addict him wounded by dreams all have at  love's beginnings longing for distant shores returned to home before bed ridden inevitable clock fall to broken bones, stale stink water

Who was Minnie Bell, white washed married out of the tribe asks her descendants, roles and records, birth and death noted in the baby's books and newspapers, buried in the courthouse along with her dreams and stories passed on or lived beside her, bear cubs cuddled, the mother at the cabin door, Uncle Joe Hooker chasing it away armed with a spade

In the immortal but transparent invisibility our spirits alone the reality, the rise or sinking into the virtual world beyond eyes I imagine a funeral where that thought not said at the funeral time where we fear the lingering ghost, not speak ill

A Farmville where we bury or cremate our ex lovers or as if to give our pets a send off with spectrum robes, jazz bands

For a few real dollars more there buy a plot personalized that in the endless marbled well kept lawn we allot them a place in hell, lesser gods we unforgiven send spears and rains of fire to torture them more than can eternity, pull their wings

Women after the war bury their own fallen soldiers in Hollywood, step grandma Pierce, her picture of her lover

Shows it too me as his life is remembered, untested, unblemished her love ever defined and unreal in this life time

her rocking chair and spittoon in the middle of the night her

far away fading delayed but abrupt surprise that night when the guitar string broke and no one near and for awhile  rocking on its own thirsty gathering flowers, her bare ground

I lost awhile on the shores of the river James find the pine boxes showing thru the mud and old forgotten bones here and there sticking out dissolving by hungry things in the estuary yet my own journey hard seemed so long and now

I am but a cherub in a sheltered nook weathered a hundred years its sand stone touched explodes in a bubble of dust

The coffin made of glass moved of the iconic statesman that the workman's hammer dropped cracks that for all to see so too the powder blown and the cosmetic skin burnt its umber

As if we can defeat by belief in it the fall after the summer or deny it affirmed in acceptance the way of things consoled that all returns again past and present branches one or two way

In the pablum and the quarky breast cling and craving the Milky whey the mother chases the child's fears and spiders

if we survive the formality of bonds, inherited and foster as all that strives to loop out to fill a world in terms of ones own

if we survive such separation strong over hidden emptiness

in the myths of living, in lies, of hopes in star colored skies

The thin cable umbilical contains and computes the history of the dance, by chance and choreography in the solving of impossible equations meaning-free and meaningless and yet

I cannot reckon the hour or the flow of sand, grains stuck sometimes in the falling gravity imperfect evolving design

Nor why I persist on my watch in freedom with responsibility

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Foundational Mechanics of Reading Gene Codes

Foundational Mechanics of Reading Gene Codes

L. Edgar Otto     October 01, 2012 

(and what turns out to be a rant as the students begin again this homecoming):

Why Veterans in Our Community should not Vote Democratic, in Particular for Congressman Kind

It is October 1st, and October 1st is too Late and Hoyle's science fiction goes some years ago in my youth in the Air Force stationed in England.  Should I look back with gentleness to the young man I was with ideals and purposes and the fire of hopes for discovery, the blind faith that I can make a contribution to the body of wisdom of this world or am I just a cog in a greater design of history  that time alone and the shear fact of survival in longevity beats down a generation that was and always be cannon fodder to which those with blind passion and caring for all peoples and especially for the promises of the sciences that in the end we all accept to know our place, to be a sacrifice to the power of a state, to be a node in the consumer world to which the benefits and costs are acceptable to the utility of the whole that in the end we guinea pigs consume ourselves and forget other ways to live, give in to the right of conquest, for a few babbles that seem the style desire that it the ground to stand on, the asset in which we strive to live?  The bastards know I will walk away from the conflict and not take up arms.  We are the walking dead from the battle but the insult is that we walk among a generation of zombies that the forces in this backward world has ever more eaten their brains- that is the sorrow and the cross that age, accused of being obsolete in the old beliefs and ways, bare and hide they know what is true speech silences, livelihood marginalized, thievery formalized, due process a sham between the carrot and stick forces of the party line, the austerity and the audacity. 

I am in favor of the arts and a center for them is a worthy project, one that is worth the cost even overrun- but I do not think it is in the interest of this community, if indeed there is more than superficial interest as if a fallen empire, a leaf in some autumn blown in the harsh wintering winds, that this university should be a part of it.  Based on its influence and its agenda and its attack on even the idea that individuals can make a difference, on the right to establish a family, on the freedom of religion, for the encouragement of the arts only if one is part of the control of the agenda so then the lip service to the university to which rarely anything outside it such as poetry exists in either history or in the world.  I write this rant for I find some despair today, the usual wondering why after dozens of times I am excluded from school and in effect my children and their generation short changed- indeed is it not enough to pack them in student housing like sardines and meningitis but they must reach out to the community to pack them in, debtors prisons really and papers that even lose value as paper.  But there is strength in the masses and devil take the hindmost- we do not matter it seems or divided we have not learned the house standing against itself must fall so many of us with false hopes and dreams, expectations, what is a handful that fall out in the sifting, wheat as well as shaft blown to the winds? 

If my world was not so challenged in an ongoing pain and injury of my naievity thinking the university was the seat of wisdom and salvation for those we care for would I have found another or a better way, would I still care or cling to the honesty and caring or would I reach a stature of the scarecrow chasing bad dreams away, those scavengers full of disease, those gleaners of the landfills taking their chances-  I would like to think so and am pretty sure that would be the case- save I give away to much and it is a sin apparently to which it is our fault we did not succeed and not the fault of the state, of the university, of the parasites that run it, that feed off the wounds of those they parade to the world a fake liberalism that is the source of violence.

But enough of this- call me feeling a little sorry for myself also- some Curie consumed by her passion, and in the end cannot afford the radium to study that was her discovery.  This is perhaps the ongoing pain somewhere between the risks of immature knowing as the world grows beyond the reach of the creative contributors and the further burden that so much has taken too long to come that could have made a difference.

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So it is thatyesterday I saw an article that showed how the gene code is read two ways or one way depending on the mechanical presence of a loop.  This is a physical surprise and while I do not trust those who in looking back with theory even when no other theory is there for an explanation, well, clearly the mechanism has been my current and long time speculation (indeed reading both ways was what I called and thus predicted as "immutation").  So I point out that this amounts to an experimental verification of the foundational view that from my eyes so much is explained and so much more can be developed from there if we think to try it, if we do not have to fight the biases and ignorance that on the face of it seems deep wisdom and unbiased social and election reporting on the PBS news with the praise of the promises soon to come in the sciences- with the rights to some invention or discovery sold to the highest bidder before it can reach the people- guess there would be just more of them anyway...

Mr. Congressman I want my GI Bill, I want citizenship to mean something and obligations promised by the government to be a respected and trusted contract of payment for its debts-  I want my GI Bill - not that I desire more than other parts of our society that need things but not that my status as an honorable veteran served, one moreover with some idea of the truth of things in the intelligence community, that service should not have interfered with living my life with decisions and plans of my own including the basic needs of living and working.  I expect an apology at least for being treated as if I were a criminal turned from your office by the police so charged with trespassing if I insisted.  Nothing has changed since then save the persistent asking for small amounts of money and the din from both parties of such negative adverts it is hard to imagine this influences anyone who would seek the truth. But this is a sort of ethics is it not-  Spinoza, well, fear is the choice between the lesser of evils, anxiety is the absence of the father and hell the separation from the God at least- I am afraid of none of you.  What good is the university now to me, it cannot help my society or goals other than perhaps a social reward, a questionable status required for some things as part of the myth of the need for such education, but more than that what good is if what I want and need to learn just is not there?

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Hey, Mr. Congressman, what time do the boys come home

from World War II or Korea and Vietnam?

I went to the county fair and knew my daddy wasn't there

now no one else can fill his shoes or shake me from these blues

A part of me lies behind the wall that I guess can never fall

Icy still that cold cold war moved on protesting peace's dawn

Our troops too far from home said of loss, Gulf war syndrome, bring me back in a body bag but let them see my flag

All you people of the book there's words of love if you but look so from our homelands banish war's foul pollution from our shores

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