Back to our picture of time and space; think of a cube of space, where every point in that cube has an imaginary string of time flowing through [it] (like small little ticker-tapes). This is kind of the same picture as we think of when we learn vector calculus – flow lines through a volume.
Perhaps time moves differently for all points in the space, like a… [Continue Reading]
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Newton expressed the idea that time and space are absolute, they are independent dimensions upon which we live and move. This gave birth to the idea that velocity was an interaction between these two dimensions, and as such, was also an absolute, linear representation of the interaction. We can think of a point in space, say the center of your thumbnail, which has an imaginary string that is passing through this point at a given fixed rate (with respect to a singularity that is timeless and spaceless). The string is time, moving… [Continue Reading]
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I have settled in, but I am already consumed by the presence of the television. I have written no theories, no poetry, have painted nothing. Instead I have been consumed by waste and ease. I need moderate purity, escape from temporal addiction, vindication from my vices.
Pot, cigarettes, greed for pleasure, food, empty entertainment, idleness – these are my vices. They keep me in one… [Continue Reading]
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What exactly to feel.
I can’t remember how to feel.
It is foreign to feel.
I have been washed over and over by gentle waves of sun-sparkled water, time a stone sinking in… [Continue Reading]
Droning fuzz. Romanticism. The loss of self and the gaining of the flame at the center of the empty room. And a yearning for… something. Always the yearning, the [wanting] approaches me. It brews and boils slowly, rising up through jagged chasms of granite, a soul at half strength, a hand robbed of the object of its affection. Near me lies the perfection, the innocence, the perfection, the vulnerability of what we aspire to, the greatness of humanity, the excellence of the very spark of being. I cannot touch it, for I am… [Continue Reading]