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I think some people give the consistencies of space and time too much credit. The current system of physics, and the knowledge that we have about the particles that make up the universe on both a cosmic and nuclear scale, is an irreconcilable mess. The community of scientists are split on these subjects and can't seem to come to an agreement about how to mold all of these things into a single unified theory. Maybe things are circumstantial, with the rules bending according to other rules. Like, "Light goes this speed unless it goes this other speed in accordance to this other previously unproven influence".

Physicists in particular tend to keep their mouths shut unless they really have a reason to open them. In a field built on concrete laws, presenting any data that seems to shatter preconceptions are normally delivered with an apologetic expression. After all, if it is a mistake and they present it as fact, their reputations are in the shitter.

So they sit at monitors all day hoping something would happen that changes things in a way that advances understanding, so that physicists can finally come to an agreement on things like dark matter vs. modified newtonian dynamics, and then when something does happen they hope they can prove it's just a mistake for fear of making their colleagues really, really uncomfortable or inciting ridicule if proven a mistake after-the-fact. And if they can't, but can't quite prove it's a fact either, they have to present the data with an air of "sorry for mucking things up further, lads, but here you go..."

Physics is a touchy field to mess with, but the fact is that's the only way we will be able to reconcile all the laws, even not taking into account this speed of light fiasco. It's like having a puzzle laid in front of you but we only have half the pieces and a vague idea of how they fit together, let alone what fills the gaps we don't have. Math is a miraculous tool, but that's only half the battle. Something would have to happen to give us more pieces, or someone would have to look at what we have in a new, unique perspective, if we are going to fit it all together. Einstein started out not as a master mathematician but as a dude with crazy-scientific daydreams. We need another one of those, I think.

here's a really good introduction to Tesla's genius:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gOR91oentQ

This guy is my new hero. 

If you're getting this excited about Tesla, just wait. You'll come to realize that the admiration you have for Tesla is in direct inverse proportion to how pissed off you'll be at Thomas Edison.

Sondra London is writing, not his son. She's an author, and I think was his partner for a time (?).

Oops, haha. The fact that I quoted a portion of the text implied something I didn't mean. No, with the son bit I meant in regards to this:

and the whole time I was there he grumbled and growled again and again about how he never wanted to see his son's face again because he never appreciates his jokes.

That is actually, to me, the saddest thing about the anecdote. Like I said, I can see how this brand of humor is hard to appreciate. I have a soft spot for father-son complications, from experience. My dad was a terrible comic (by that I mean dark and hazy), but I see myself in him as days go by.

Speaking of which, I'm baking a honey cake right now for Rosh Hashanah dinner.

I actually plan to heat up some syrup soaked pancakes with a side of special hashbrowns for Hash Roshanah tonight. Is that a Kosher substitute?

Haha, so we finally make a machine that can behave like a god and it goes and kills itself.

Why does it have to be so hard to establish a non-suicidal education system?

I feel like South Korea isn't really being Americanized all the way...with the No Child Left Behind act, it was like the entirety of the educational system purposely lagging behind the race to hold the hand of anyone who's in the back, with the promise of a reward for the school if those people get an arbitrary "A" letter grade.

But South Korea is actively trying to get the people too far ahead to just race a little slower, which is an even harder point to get across. No clear incentive other than that these people may have a reduced chance of dying from exhaustion a couple decades before their time.

Either way it's a sad, sad system.

I can relate. In my case Celexa and Concerta (for depression and ADD, respectively) actually WORKED, but...in a sense that I went from being depressed and inattentive to just okay.

With a bit of libation and the occasional visit from aunt Mary Jane, I feel like I have the personality I was meant to have. The pills help me on a chemical level but it doesn't exactly make me want to dance like other chemicals do, you know?

It means the difference between  and  or if it's a bad trip,  , but even horrormirth has the word "mirth" in it, which at times feels more "right" than just feeling "alright".

"OK, FINE! Just go on & DIE, then,
dammit, if that's what you want! You just walk down that damn icy road. And
when you slip or twist your ankle and you're laying there freezing to death
because nobody is gonna go that way for DAYS, you remember ME, you remember I'm
the one that got you the damn money to take a taxi and you told me NO!"

"I'm not going to slip. I have good shoes. Exercise is good for kidney
patients."

I laughed until I wept, I wept until I laughed again.

I can see how his brand of humor wouldn't sit well with his son, though...

What's got your panties in a bunch?

That people expect me to not wear panties. I'm a dude, it's considered unsightly. So this "normalcy" character won't let me bunch up my panties. It's an all-around unpleasant experience. But then if I were allowed to wear panties, I'd be satisfied and there would be no need for bunching.

It's like a catch-22 for women's underthings, if you catch my drifty-drafty boxers. But that's for another, more private discussion.

I would definitely go to a church where they charged for drinks, assuming the drink is substantially larger than the thimble they insist on serving the blood of Christ in.

The thing is this whole church over jail idea would totally work! Non-violent criminals who get sent to jail are more likely to leave jail as violent criminals. Send them elsewhere and they just might end up being "normal".

Well we can't have that, can we? Damn normalcy. They have to serve their time somewhere and get messed up by the experience, right? What better place than our alcohol-filled-church-bar? That way we still preserve the sacred life-style of being a non-violent criminal, being a thing generally supported by Operation Mindfuck. In fact, we can just funnel the criminals directly into that section of the forum.

Nothing makes sense here anymore! We're always headed to something else and it really is something else, but it's never by choice.

A cop took my license a bit ago, I'm forced to have my significant other drive me around and that person doesn't exactly fan the flame in my heart 99% of the time. A couple days later I tried to buy a pack of cigarettes, but forgot I had no ID. I know, I know, it's just an excuse to hold a lighter close to my face and try to suck in some hot shit through a tube filter and call it soul food, and sometimes a cigar isn't a cigar. That all got shot down by a case of bad timing and an unpaid court fine. It's like he descended on a string, deus ex machina style, and just stamped DENIED on my pack of unlit matches, drenching them in red ink. By law my flames are kept at bay.

Anyway, my partner is driving to work with a learner's permit, so I must go as a hand-holding chaperone, and we pass a corner store, windows plastered in wrinkled papers, a perfect insulation of old-time convenience, only now the A-shaped sign outside doesn't just advertise phillycheesesteaks but tacos and burritos and pupusas, hot and fresh for the latino construction workers who are building the upscale townhouses next door. I feel so out of place.

Across the street from the tiny spit-wad of a shop are huge multi-level houses, half-naked, waiting for some rich family to move into them, only to leave every day for an hour-long commute to an even bigger steel building in D.C. or Tysons Corner or McLean depending on just how rich they intend to be. I feel so out of place.

The insulation is exposed on these future-houses. I guess I feel like this is where I belong, I just don't want to. In a sense that I will end up there no matter how uncomfortable it makes me. I feel like I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place, either way it's shit. This rock is getting harder to see, it's getting covered with composite materials, plastic, steel, and tar, spires propping up daily like cold hard cocks, (not even that, more like dildos,) challenging the sky, challenging my comparatively tiny body, no matter how warm it promises to be to the people around me. The world is transforming into something with an alien geometry.

Who wants me where I am? Who wants me where I plan to go? I want to go to Colorado, not just because weed is legalized (another excuse to suck a hot stick into my body like it will really actually melt my heart for real this time) but because I get free tuition at a college there as a member of a Native American tribe. My land! Only it's not our land, it's their land, and they took it from us in exchange for free knowledge. Like I can build a house out of college credits and make a bed there at night. Maybe I can if I play the game for enough years.

I am unemployed. I am 22. My partner can't afford our rent. I don't love like I did before. My dad died around Christmastime last year and my family has dissolved into our own individual poverties. I don't quite know what world I'm living in anymore.

Well, a rock is a rock until it decides to just be an asshole and build some psychic armor so you forget what it was to begin with. Then it's just a hard place all around. Whatever that is supposed to be. To me, our asteroid turned itself into a spaceship a long time ago, and no one is at the controls (or maybe someone is but it's not me), and it gets harder and harder to resist going into a long-term hibernation like some other passengers have. Are we waiting for some kind of autopilot evolution to just spring up on us, saying "thanks for waiting, primates, welcome to heaven!" What's the difference between that and waiting for death? I have to DO something before then, definitely, but I can't seem to get to the place where I actually want to do it.

In the meantime, the landscaping company here is TOO good at their job! They come in with leaf-blowers by the hour to sweep away the leaves and tin cans and rubble so I can't see it anymore. Space travel, 21st Century Style, is by definition supposed to be clean as a whistle you're not allowed to blow.

I wonder what tomorrow will bring. I plan on staying awake for it in case I find a rock to trip on for once, because it sure isn't here. There are no gates of hell to trip at anymore, but people like to think there's still plenty to flip out about. Does any of that make sense? I'd be surprised if it did, because to me nothing makes sense here anymore.

We can only strive for mu, we can't get mu in this place. We can answer "mu" but that's it. The best we can hope for is te, and that shit's weaksauce. (literally!)

What I mean is, even in the most empty of acts, meditation for instance, an endless torrent of activities still go on. The monk's heart doesn't stop beating, his neurons don't stop firing, his stomach doesn't stop digesting, and he's going to have to go to the bathroom eventually. And by him not moving, he is still effecting events not near him simply by NOT getting involved. This is how the meditating monk is still inevitably chaotifying(?) the universe, and the pattern that is him not doing shit for hours on end is just hiding all the shit hat he is doing (or digesting).

That's not to say there isn't a pattern, of course. Just that it's ignorant (and that's not always a bad thing) to dismiss the things going on between the units of that pattern.

From what I have picked up ITT there is no right or wrong answer because order/disorder is in the eye of the beholder.

yep, and my eye says anything that's complicatingly fun is a right thing to do.

This is how I know breaking the candies was the right thing to do.

Cause of things like this.

It's all the same to me. The Taoist Yin Yang symbol shows it best.

There is good in evil and evil in good. Saying something is good automatically makes something else not good, and vice versa. The orderly process eventually causes a disorderly process, and because of that the orderly process might as well be described as a disorderly process to begin with.

There is no such thing as a simplification for the universe. All things head towards complication. The dripping of water, procucing an amorphous blob of liquid, which eventually rounds out to a perfect sphere, is not orderly. Spheres are very complicated. And the drop will eventually break. The concept of chaos is really just the way Eris looks at the universe and says "well, what's the next logical step for this to get more complicated than it already is?"