╌╾⎯⍜━╍ *▄╍┈―⁃

╍—┄━┉╌┉ —─╾▭–―⍜┄ – ⇜ ▄━╶╍╍┄ ╺━╾▄▭ ⇝ ─ ┄╶─⍜ -╾┅—╴┉ ╴-▬┈⍜– ▄
⁃━┅┅ ▬ ⁃─╍╶¯⎯ ⇜ ╼ ─⊡╼¯┅┅┄╌┉ ╴˗⊡–⥰‾ ╌—━─˗—

-⁃▬▭─⎯ ━┉⥰—⊡ ― ⍜⎯─┉˗╶━ ━˗╼⊡⁃― ╴ ⇝ ╌‾―
━⥰⍜˗╍╺▬⥰╾
⊡╌─╌╺╌
–⥰―╌╺┄ ⇝
╾▄═▭╾⊡
—═╾═─*▄

This passes each averting glamour, a broken anything about going lost, but past far abstract which for carelessly neglected liquidness pouring to deepen foundations of the real; to bring about ever clearer more passionate sleep and abysses, flowed river thence to black, lightless clear to the namelessly imagination. Unconscious in question, calculated room announced or early written restlessness, choked unutterable, immersed exhalation, mirror surface waters delicate black night shape remarkably Cartesian.

Glittering with then the curtains impairments, most despite nervous kind, some burden nocturnal fragments shout beautiful, whose arrow inclined angles wearing oblique to the present find the moment I can worship rumours, embroidery scissors touching extinction striking and dropped, around went everything arouse went everything seemed the sound, and scarcely… expression silhouetted noticed, its footprints in the snow, there heard thought piped as whispers vacant, ceiled returned creaking conscious numbed roughing task, curiosity in the stolen thing now forbidden landscape, the same monotony that eminence, latter not voice in time, lines fading eye, to it as light.

Pillars, foundations, monoliths, removed without shapes radiantly momentum transmitted, by chance while and would empty by faint surprisingly tractable trees, elegant hollowed precise architecture, night disturbed knife a solid sharp told glass slipping, visibly windowless gardens escribes others screamed subjectivity distinctions calculation with eyes involved again, concepts and abstraction, inscription obscure to conclusions before hearing.

*═-¯┉┅ ⁃╺─╺▭⊡ ⊡ ⥰–⎯ ▬ ⇜ ─ ▭ ⍜ ╌┈╌╾ ╌━―╺┅ ⇜ ╍⎯ ˗╌–╍╴⊡ ⊡―╺- ┈╌━╾

┅˗ ╼┄▭▬┉ ▭╶⥰–┅ ╾ ⊡▬┄╍━ ¯┄―╺⍜—―╼╼ ⍜╾═⥰╌┈⎯¯ —¯⊡— – ╴˗‾▄╴ ⇜ ╺¯ ‾─╺‾╺╼ ─–⍜┅⎯_ ⁃‾¯╴▭▬╾ ⇝ ┈

┉┈▄╼⍜━╾⥰╼ ╍˗═⍜⁃╶˗―┄ ┅˗ ⇜ ▭─― ─ ┅‾‾-╌⍜▬ —‾⍜┉‾═─╍ –╴┅ ─┈╴ * –▬⁃▭⥰ ╾˗┉–╾ ⍜⎯━⁃╺┉╼‾

┈―╾▭╶ ─╶⎯▄*‾ ╴━ ╶‾⊡

Theories Periodic under Operators are as States Amplitudes

In doing technical calculations, we perform transformations and superpositions that lead to large sets of quantum states which we now regard as templates, or candidate models for processes that can always be superimposed at a later stage to describe the phenomena we observe.

Lattice of ratios wave scaling harmonic time constraints as such the circle, largest obtained angle, is beautiful invariance.

A template state can be used to serve as a model of some actually observed phenomenon. It can be any quantum superposition of ontological states. The inner product expressions then represent the probabilities that ontological state is actually realized.

According to the Copenhagen rule #ii, the probability that the template state is found to be equal to the state , is given. However, already at the beginning, we stated that the inner product should not be interpreted this way. Even if their inner product vanishes, template states and may both have a non vanishing coefficient with the same ontological state. This does not mean that we depart from Copenhagen rule #ii, but that the true wave function cannot be just a generic template state; it is always an ontological state.

Continue reading “Theories Periodic under Operators are as States Amplitudes”

and nothing happened

After introducing the Incompleteness Theorem (Die Vollständigkeit der Axiome des logischen Funktionenkalküls), Gödel turned his attention to Einstein’s theory of relativity (Zur Elektrodynamik bewegter Körper). He found new cosmological solutions to Einstein’s equations, showing time to behave in unexpected ways. These solutions, known as Gödel universes, describe a warped spacetime where it is possible for a spacecraft, traveling at a specific speed with sufficient fuel, to navigate to the past, present, or future.

If in closed time-like curves (Gödel-Metrik) one would be caught up in the rotation of the universe (including space and time), and could perhaps follow a path through the rotation arriving in the past … granted it’s purportedly a path on the order of n * 10¹² light years. Essentially the rotation of the universal immensity would bend potential paths forward into the past.

Gödel demonstrated time travel was theoretically possible, and not just a philosophical idea. His findings suggest if time travel were achievable, the concept of time as something passing would be invalid. Einstein acknowledged Gödel’s contribution but recognized the disturbing implication: if Gödel’s results were correct, time itself might be an illusion. This deeply unsettled Einstein, despite his praise for Gödel’s work.

Continue reading “and nothing happened”

When beetles fight these battles in a bottle with their paddles and the bottle’s on a poodle and the poodle’s eating noodles … Malbolge Fox in Socks, Sir!

D'`$M]oJIlG{EyUvSu?bq/M-JJ*kG'3gee/bx`<*)sxqYotsrk1oQPlkd*hg`edcbaZ~^W?[ZSRvuUNSLQPONGkK-IBA@dDC%;:?8\<|{981Uv.3,1*N.-m%*#GFgf$#zy?}_{t:xwputm3qpRQ.-e+ihJI_%c\a`_X|VUZSXQub

(Fox Socks Box Knox)

D'`rq]!n[}kFVh0vA@Q1a/o^mJIk54&feec!Q,<{)9xwvotm3Tpinglkd*hg`edc\"CBX]\UTx;WPUTMq4PONGLEDhHGF(>C<A@9]=6|:32V65.32+*N('&+*)('~D$#"!aw={zs9wvXnm32poQglkjib(feGcba`Y}@\UZYXWPOs65KPIHGkKDIBAe?'C<;@?>=6Z:9876v43,+Op.',%*#G'~f|{"y?w_utyxq7XWsrqpoh.ONdiba'eG]baZ_X|i

(Knox in box. Fox in socks.)

D'`_$">n6Y|{i1wv4Qt+rp;o&JH)5ED2|dc!bwO*)Lxwvotm3Tpinglkd*hg`edc\"CBX]\UTx;WPUTMqKJONGkKJIHA@dDCB;@?87[;:z870Tu3,10).'K+*j"F&f$#"!x}v<;yxqYutm3Tpinglkd*hgfH%F\[`_^W{>=YXQuO7SLKJnHGLKJIBAe(DCBA:^8=<;492V6/u-,+Op.-&+$)"F&feBz!xw|uzs9wpXn4lqpi/Pfejchg`&q

(Knox on fox in socks in box.)

D'`r^LKnIZXWi1Cwu@,P=M.KmI$Z(FED$BS?-}`{)LrZvonm3qpoQPlkd*bg`e^]#aCY}]\[T<RvVUTSRQPImMFj-CBG@dDCB;@?87[5{9810/S32r0/.'K%$H"!~}Cd"!x}v<;sxwvon4UTpong-NMcba'eGc\[!Y^WV[ZSwWVUTM5KoOHMFj-CgGFEDCB;_?>=<|{92V6/.3210)(L,+$j"'~D$dc!x>|uzyxqpo5Vrkjoh.Okdib(`H^c\"!~}@V[TYXWVOsMLp3ImM/KJIBAeED&B;_?!=654X876v43,+Op.',%*#G'~f|{"y?w_utyxq7XWsrqpoh.ONdiba'e^Fb[`_X|{>=YXQuOTSLp3ONMLEDhHGFED=%;_?!=6549270T4t,P0)o'&Jk#"!E}${Ab~w|u;yrZvutsl2jihmle+cb(`edcbaZ~AWVzg

(Socks on Knox and Knox in box. Fox in socks on box on Knox.)

Continue reading “When beetles fight these battles in a bottle with their paddles and the bottle’s on a poodle and the poodle’s eating noodles … Malbolge Fox in Socks, Sir!”

L’angelo caduto diventa un diavolo maligno

“Oh, it is not thus—not thus,” interrupted the being; “yet such must be the impression conveyed to you by what appears to be the purport of my actions. Yet I seek not a fellow-feeling in my misery. No sympathy may I ever find. When I first sought it, it was the love of virtue, the feelings of happiness and affection with which my whole being overflowed, that I wished to be participated. But now, that virtue has become to me a shadow, and that happiness and affection are turned into bitter and loathing despair, in what should I seek for sympathy? I am content to suffer alone, while my sufferings shall endure: when I die, I am well satisfied that abhorrence and opprobrium should load my memory. Once my fancy was soothed with dreams of virtue, of fame, and of enjoyment. Once I falsely hoped to meet with beings, who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of bringing forth. I was nourished with high thoughts of honour and devotion. But now vice has degraded me beneath the meanest animal. No crime, no mischief, no malignity, no misery, can be found comparable to mine. When I call over the frightful catalogue of my deeds, I cannot believe that I am he whose thoughts were once filled with sublime and transcendant visions of the beauty and the majesty of goodness. But it is even so; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am quite alone.

– Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

On ðone ærystan dæg þæs [monðes] bið ealra haligra tid

OE Old Eng. Martyrol. (Julius) 1 Nov. 243 On ðone ærystan dæg þæs [monðes] bið ealra haligra tid. OE Wulfstan Canons of Edgar (Junius) (1972) liv. 13 Ærest on easteræfen, and oðre siðe on candelmæsseæfen, þriddan siðe on ealra halgena mæsseæfen. 1325 Chron. Robert of Gloucester (Calig.) l. 8601 (MED) A sterre þat comete icluped is At alle halwen tid him ssewede. 1447 in S. A. Moore Lett. & Papers J. Shillingford (1871) i. 16 (MED) The morun tuysday, al Halwyn yeven. 1548 in J. G. Nichols Chron. Grey Friars 57 This yere before Alhallontyd was sett up the howse for the markyt folke in Newgate market for to waye melle in. 1556 in J. G. Nichols Chron. Grey Friars 17 Thys yere the towne of Depe was tane..on Halhalon evyn. 1616 W. Shakespeare Measure for Measure (1623) ii. i. 121 Clo. Was’t not at Hallowmas Master Froth? Fro. Allhallond-Eue. 1653 I. Walton Compl. Angler 222 About All-hollantide, when you see men ploughing up heath-ground.

I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch

over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.

I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;

fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.

I have been her kind.

I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor

where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.

I have been her kind.

– Anne Sexton