Okay, rambling yet again:
What you're reading now is nothing more than a collection of voltage drops across a circuit, namely corresponding to ones and zeroes, all nothing more than the given spin, if you will, of a negatively charged particle that Feynman postulated travels to all possible vectors before ever reaching you.
Fine.
But, what you are is a collection of positively and negatively charged particles, all travelling to all possible vectors all whilst holding you--body, mind, soul--together in order to read the voltage drops that I'm now arranging.
And what of the light sitting next to my computer--I reach out to touch its base--the particles of my hand theorectically travelling to Pluto, Sirius and Veronica's underwear drawer--before touching the cool metal before me.
It reminds of a time, a bit ago, when I was experimenting with certain types of Taoist mental disciplines. Namely, the ability to perceive oneself as something other than oneself, ie the lamp I just touched, or a particular particle therein boucing about joyfully from the metal of the lamp to Pakistan to Hogwart's and to all points in between. I was at a concert--Switchblade Symphony--and decided to try the perception-shifting trick. First I was the mike above the drummer, pretty cool. Then a piece of decorative statuary looming above the stage--nifty. Then, the moment of truth. I found a mini-skirt-clad girl at the head of the crowd pressed up against the stage and became various parts within her--heart, blood cells, everything. Holy crap, what a rush!
I've never quite forgotten that particular rush--prob'ly the whole point of this ramble!
Vectors, all possible ones. And there she was.
Okay, I'm done rambling now.
What you're reading now is nothing more than a collection of voltage drops across a circuit, namely corresponding to ones and zeroes, all nothing more than the given spin, if you will, of a negatively charged particle that Feynman postulated travels to all possible vectors before ever reaching you.
Fine.
But, what you are is a collection of positively and negatively charged particles, all travelling to all possible vectors all whilst holding you--body, mind, soul--together in order to read the voltage drops that I'm now arranging.
And what of the light sitting next to my computer--I reach out to touch its base--the particles of my hand theorectically travelling to Pluto, Sirius and Veronica's underwear drawer--before touching the cool metal before me.
It reminds of a time, a bit ago, when I was experimenting with certain types of Taoist mental disciplines. Namely, the ability to perceive oneself as something other than oneself, ie the lamp I just touched, or a particular particle therein boucing about joyfully from the metal of the lamp to Pakistan to Hogwart's and to all points in between. I was at a concert--Switchblade Symphony--and decided to try the perception-shifting trick. First I was the mike above the drummer, pretty cool. Then a piece of decorative statuary looming above the stage--nifty. Then, the moment of truth. I found a mini-skirt-clad girl at the head of the crowd pressed up against the stage and became various parts within her--heart, blood cells, everything. Holy crap, what a rush!
I've never quite forgotten that particular rush--prob'ly the whole point of this ramble!
Vectors, all possible ones. And there she was.
Okay, I'm done rambling now.
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demoivre:
Thanks...he, he, "leading the way!" But I was thinking of the standard twelve-sided geometric shape that, when turned into origami, has a pentacle centered in each side.....
astrokreep23:
Head....exploding.....hmmmmm tingley sensation.....me likey. Perhaps you should break down these journal entries in to step by step instructions yes? Something like Theoretical Math and Taoism in the Modern world for Dummies(me) or something like that yes? Of course then it wouldn't be rambling....sigh....