zaterdag 8 oktober 2011
CLOSER UP FROM FARTHER 0FF
and now the speed of light broken
I have started to distrust the universe. I am no true astrophysicist nor a mathematician of some ability. l am an opinionated cynic, however, and what with all the dark matter and dark energy and gravitational improbabilities and the alpha constant being subject to some kind of alpha error, I'm just not buying in anymore. l’m copping out
It’s a tremendous thing this universe we've invented for ourselves, but the day you realise you need eleven additional dimensions to make sense of the numbers, something’s gone awry.
Let’s face it. Even particle physicists agree that on a quantum mechanical level, particles are neither here nor there. A quantum scale object is an energy both wave and particle? To make it fit, we are saying it is two things at the same time? It’s the nuns all over again.
But that’s beside the point What I fear is that certain fields of research have all but completely discarded the scientific method and are moving into areas formerly considered esoteric and pseudo.
Watching scientists explain matter, brings an image to my mind of mother and my sister manoeuvring a cupboard around in the corner of the room, realising full well the angles do not match up. They know it is never going to fit, but with a cute little doily and a shrewdly positioned Peace Lily, it will look just about right
woensdag 29 juni 2011
Shine like you do
What makes you (the generic you) wander the internet, I wonder? What are you looking for? Are you searching the definitive lolcat? Is it the demotivational poster that really makes you Laugh Out Loud? Do you hope to come across more twinkly stars and sparkling butterflies to adorn your own blog?
If the next random site were to give you the answer to life, the universe and everything, would you click that button?
42, you say. You are a geek.
Love, you say. You are a lonely heart.
Nothing, you say. Emo.
Having fun? American adolescent.
To Be Here Now. John Lennon.
Label. Label. Label.
Your internet - persona has been photoshopped. I can tell by the pixels.
I don't have the answers. If you want to know what that next stumble will bring you, click it. It will most certainly disappoint you. If not immediately, it will later. I am not going to tell you to go outside and play and live your life. It is yet another type of stumbler that does this: The Quoter.
You are not Harold Crick. You may be my fiction, but you are your own reality. Spending your time in fantastical internet-communities and fabricating intricate fake personas, supposed to be more intelligent or warm-hearted (or female) than you really are, is your choice. It's your prerogative to do so.
Rest assured though, Ennui will kill you (the individual you). You are slowly succumbing to a state of inactivity, mental and physical. You are becoming a watcher. Where's your sense of achievement? Whatever happened to your To-Do-List? Cracking level seven is not a proper To-Do. You know that, don't you? Don't you?
I don't propose you give up your computer, your internet, your roleplaying or your communities. Far from it. I just encourage you to do all things consciously. Always think outside the box. Don't blindly bash the buttons. Don't automatically LOL, ROFL or LMAO. Stay awake, be real, be present. Don't merely collect. Create. Think, Exist and Be aware, completely and whole-heartedly. Make a list and do it. Above all other things, however: with anything you do, in everything you do: Be There.
If the next random site were to give you the answer to life, the universe and everything, would you click that button?
42, you say. You are a geek.
Love, you say. You are a lonely heart.
Nothing, you say. Emo.
Having fun? American adolescent.
To Be Here Now. John Lennon.
Label. Label. Label.
Your internet - persona has been photoshopped. I can tell by the pixels.
I don't have the answers. If you want to know what that next stumble will bring you, click it. It will most certainly disappoint you. If not immediately, it will later. I am not going to tell you to go outside and play and live your life. It is yet another type of stumbler that does this: The Quoter.
You are not Harold Crick. You may be my fiction, but you are your own reality. Spending your time in fantastical internet-communities and fabricating intricate fake personas, supposed to be more intelligent or warm-hearted (or female) than you really are, is your choice. It's your prerogative to do so.
Rest assured though, Ennui will kill you (the individual you). You are slowly succumbing to a state of inactivity, mental and physical. You are becoming a watcher. Where's your sense of achievement? Whatever happened to your To-Do-List? Cracking level seven is not a proper To-Do. You know that, don't you? Don't you?
I don't propose you give up your computer, your internet, your roleplaying or your communities. Far from it. I just encourage you to do all things consciously. Always think outside the box. Don't blindly bash the buttons. Don't automatically LOL, ROFL or LMAO. Stay awake, be real, be present. Don't merely collect. Create. Think, Exist and Be aware, completely and whole-heartedly. Make a list and do it. Above all other things, however: with anything you do, in everything you do: Be There.
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