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カオスの名 呼べば応えず 沈黙だけ

1684 T. Burnet Th. Earth II. 109 Nature relapses hastily into that chaos-state. 1975 Li & Yorke in Amer. Math. Monthly LXXXII. 986 In this paper we analyze a situation in which the sequence {F n(x)} is non-periodic and might be called `chaotic’. Theorem 1 shows that chaotic behavior for (1.1) will result in any situation in which [etc.].

1831 Carlyle Sart. Res. (1858) 164 Not a few..now swim weltering in the Chaos-flood.

1631 Donne Poems (1650) 36 Oft did we grow To be two Chaosses. 1730 Thomson Autumn 731 As when of old..Light uncollected thro’ the chaos urg’d Its infant way. 1837 Macaulay Bacon, Ess. (1854) I. 349 Opinions were still in a state of chaotic anarchy. 1858 De Quincey Autobiog. Sk. Wks. II. i. 28 note, The life..has been..chaotically mis-narrated. 1562 Eden Let. in 1st. Eng. Bks. Amer. (Arb.) Introd. 44|1, I stilled of the water from the masse or Chaos lefte of them bothe. 1753 Chambers Cycl. Supp., Chaos, in the phrase of Paracelsus, imports the air. It has also some other significations amongst the alchemists. 1651 Hobbes Leviath. (1839) 99 The unformed matter of the world, was a god, by the name of Chaos.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Mama Black Widow, Mama moaned, “Thet fool chile.”

“But, God, you taught me to love and to help everybody regardless of race and color. And it was you, Lord, who directed me to go everywhere I was needed. You sent me to the Northside to lay my healing hands on a poor white spinster sick in mind and body. And some black lying snake in this church is trying to show my good works as evil. And about the church’s money, you know how I sacrifice many of my comforts to save church money. I would never steal the church’s money for—”

At the end of our first week in Chicago a snowstorm hid the grimy bleakness beneath three feet of glamorous whiteness. Cousin Bunny made Papa smile for the first time in Chicago. She gave him a pile of winter work clothes that her dead husband had worn to work sewers and to collect city garbage for twenty years. Then she had Soldier Boy, an acquaintance of hers who was a snow scuffler, pick up Papa to help shovel snow from the sidewalks of commercial businesses for a fee.

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Star of the Unborn, this soft but sharp, feeble but shrilly screeching eruption of human rage rising from the extensive turnip field made me forget everything else

The Ancestress asked permission to touch my hand. I respectfully surrendered it to her icy smooth fingers which, no matter how impeccable they looked, felt horrible.

At this point GR³ threw in a remark with her sonorous but suggestive contralto. “I remember those petrified cakes distinctly. I liked them better than the Sympaians of today.”

But suddenly he broke off and sagged down in his armchair, and his face seemed to shrivel up as he said to me with gloomy foreboding, “He only promises it, but the Others will bring it to pass.”

Under the screen of my numbing need of sleep I felt a radiant happiness. “It’s true then,” I mused. “The great naturalistic stupidity and its consequences were finally conquered?” The Grand Bishop refilled my glass with great deliberation. The crystal hummed like a bell under the impact of the golden wine. I had longed for another drink but had not dared to ask for it.

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