'Certain things are unfalsifiable. God comes to mind. Mind, is another one. One, there be you. You, sneaky body. Hey body, how do you feel?
Words. A conversation about words is a meta-conversation. Composed of a meta-context, with meta-words, about meta-things.'
Spiritual Machine
'What? I like saying whilst, alright.'
Steve P
Whilst exploring the dimensions of thought, one comes across certain cliff faces that appear insurmountable. But given time, you'll find thought-foot holds that allow you to bound up the face sometimes with speed that surprises even the mental-climber. Pondering upon and into all the different places around us puny sentient blobs of carbon. Cowboys in a gun slingin' universe. Whipping around the sun at frightening speeds. The sun itself which is zooming through the galaxy through drifting cosmic debris, remnants of an explosion that makes anything Hollywood's ever done seem like candles in the wind. I'm talking about the first creation. Actually, it may only be the most recent. We really have a tough time figuring out how we could figure it out. And the galaxy's no slouch either. Playing cosmic marbles in the dip in the playground concrete that is our Universe. Trying not to get hit by a Slammer.
That brings me to black holes. Those tricky wacky powerful singularities. They are the cosmic tombstone of a dead stars. While what they do can't be considered "sucking" it's hard not to associate their infinite curvature with mouth from Star Wars that almost swallows one of the protagonists whole. Massive, and deadly. The curvature we're talking about is not so much it's shape in any normal way of thinking about it, but instead it's affect on the local space-time. Here's what I mean: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spacetime (don't scroll down unless you want a headache.)
All the stuff that we can see and detect seems to fall into the curve and nothing comes back out. Can't help but ponder if the other side is a universe just like ours but opposite in matter. I supposed I must be touching on some of the work at the LHC but I honestly began the thought out there.
Well, I've got to get to some homework and chores.
Festive winter solstice.
Love,
Steve P
