Introduction: God in a Point

0.1 Introduction: God in a Point

a.

Thermodynamics requires no

discussion of chickens/eggs.

The only requirements are:

1) a viable route of change between

the two states, like a fish ladder

over a dam

-&

2) the ability to exist

be.

Discussions of the how and why of our observed reality

– our universe – largely ignore thermodynamics, else why

even consider a big bang in isolation? And ironically, it seems,

the dive to reductionism resulted, for example, in Maxwell’s

eloquently elucidated field lines becoming a tangle.

One can ponder a universe in which Fermat had a larger margin,

like these here, to capture the fleeting, ephemeral image.

Or where Maxwell’s demon held sway or where disciplines

in discovery looked not just beyond, but beside.

But here we are – at least, I have arrived and am Here – in

this culmination of entanglements and collapses where much

is known but the blindspots, the voids, cause their own wonder.

Coincidence?, Evolutionary necessity?, ‘Divine’ intervention?

How is so much fundamental to our existence and

conciousness still terra incognito?

Why do we need to

sleep so much?

c.

Such Questions and, especially, concerns on coincidence,

the consistent hobgoblin of sacred causality - our rational

desire for determinism while still having our willing cake

- loomed large in my recent experiences and made me

appreciate the evolutionary utility of paranoia.

Sometimes a cigar is a cigar and an unknown unknown

may be real and a threat to one’s freedom to observe

or even very existence.

Trust those instincts, is what evolution would say if it could speak.

Can it?

For those further explorations in my mind

on how and why now : especially i me? !,

yielded a whole 'nother harvest.

d.

What follows is not science yet is derived from science

In the genetic analogy: science is closed,

reinforced double strands and must open to evolve only to

close again (rinse, repeat).

In the physics analogy: science is a knot in time,

built meticulously and rigorously on the past but

progress occurs beneath as the future is probed in fluid,

reversible points laid out in paths that lead to a

new understanding (a knew not ;).

In the maths analogy: science are the bolded, red cardinal numbers

that we fix in our minds, one following clearly from the other but

require the surreals, conning the way and splitting the spanning infinity,

to lead from one to the next.

e.

So what you hold here, transiently,

in your hands/mind must be considered as Art only

Only, as a reminder that Art is the only thing we can truly make

and by which we can therefore be judged and, by simple definition,

is provenanced only by humans.

Art, found and observed or assembled, is the only value

in our universe. Its raison d’etre: it exists to change

and create all the possible complexity.

f.

And i am here as Art, assembling Art -- and importantly

-- exploring, relishing, reveling as i admire the Art of the Universe

and feel its Beauty surround me, offering

succor like a womb allowing

the soul re-resonate.

It seems to help me in creating more Art and i

am curious to find out more on our existence

g.

Each Art

we make is a

QuasiCrystal

and as such,

unique

in time and place

i.

It is information as exploration of the possible.

In this Universe, possible to assemble based on the parameters

of the waves that are encoded in our universe's pattern: our local ur-information

that leverages chaos to create complexity as information that rises above its inherent limitation to create without emergence of the universe machine.

The patterns themselves are only so complex but with time,

they can create so very much more

The nature of any other such ur-information for other universes remains to be modeled and explored once we understand the information of our pattern.

j.

We observe and assemble Art because we have sufficient complexity to enable observing and assembling. Were our universe pattern even slightly different - say, momentum less stable - complexity may be quite limited. Thus, a fine balance where forces behave well enough for stability to have its place among the inherent randomness that is chaos.

The stability to hold complexity and in that complexity, grow in iterations to the steady state, simmering universe we experience and observe today -- in the midst of the flowing, rippling cusps of time that is Now

k.

The Universe and other in the broader Uberverse are pure modular maths and, as such, the Universe - each as well as all - exist in a point. Any Point. Or did - but again, thermodynamics only requires a path and a possibility

and, ergo, it is

what is time to the Uberverse? So, the Universe

could evolve, it did evolve, it is evolving

as it was, and is and shall ever be

with the devil only in the details

el.

Our Conciousness, our mind, is a machine crafted of waves

in this modular universe just as the so-called 'particles' we

are assembled of, as vector for our thoughts,

are machines crafted of waves.

helix upon helix as time stretches the spheres forward,

pulling towards and never reaching the next dimension

Our brains are modular to their core and treat time like the

universe regards time and evolution our DNA:

open, allow the model to change, close

(repeat ad infinitum or, in our case: 'til death do us part

or we erode ourselves from the universe)

In most, this process remains hidden, in the subconcious,

or revealed only in the realm of sleep and, for the lucky,

dreams

.em

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The observations on the Universe changed i

In a manner difficult to impart but as observations on

self with contexts in neurology and biology and physics

- conclusions became and seemed obvious.

The blind spots appear equally out in the cosmos

and in our mind and the nature of our soul

My Art is evolving to convey as I go in helical cycle from writer to observer to writer/assembler again, creating this as Art

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n.

The observations in i started humble in homage to

the power of gedankens as validated and most pleasing

as parsimonious experimental platform

The simple goal: to derive a physics system sufficiently consistent

to create didactic fiction including time and inter-universe travel

for the young open mind, similar to the fiction of Asimov and Clarke

and others that I so enjoyed and so helped energize and thus shape

my young, budding soul

Thus, to craft new, old-fashioned books with bits of

anodyne logics, mayhaps - as bites of antidote against

too heavy reliance on wishful thinking and other magix,

that while encouraging imagination , perhaps as well don't

always exercise the strengths that are needed for today's

challenges. And to play with art too - as one center of our

anthropology: art/artifice as co-evolving, co-orbiting, with

our exploding brain complexity - at a time in our evolution

when we are becoming increasingly, and somehow

disquietingly, digitized

Decades of ruminations and accumulated suspicions

on missed opportunities in time and cosmology - hobbies

that seemed relevant & worthy of time invested in exploring

- such nattering nags, rags of ideas, were thus also waiting in

the wings, loafing in the unkempt corners of my cluttered,

meandering, hoarder mind where such thoughts are wont

to lay -- and then, finally, settled in my niche finally, letting

thoughts wander and go where they will as I imagined

how to mix, rise and bake a universe - the voices and

images - sprung, emerging from the magic

that is memory - came guiding -

copious notes on cards for a fiction gave way

to timed/dated pads filled with observations,

many beyond my immediate understanding, coming in/out

of view/focus, as the power of thermodynamics and wisps

of maths showed a path to time as +1 emerged from a

whipping strand, teasing the relationship between time

and gravity as other forces surfaced for glimpses that

seemed in my mind's eye abstractions like great fins

erupting from the interface of extant reality, rising

into a void, forcing and filling the ethereal

dimension with functionality

Concepts synthesized and abandoned; cairns of

balanced ideas marking the crooked path - vacillating,

fluctuating forward on a drunken walk towards some neon light,

basking in that euphoria of a trip of discovery.

. . . . .

zed.

Esoteric and Contrived, to be sure:

Forces necessarily devolve in a modular, point-based system.

Terseness, devoid of superfluidity such as this, rules.

Asymetry must be carefully extracted from the copious symmetry.

A mechanism imagined for the perfect balance in the machinery of our perceptions

Please consider the following Esotericisms and Contrivisms as my simple,

well-intended vernacular Art.

Improve and share and perhaps they reflect realities and allow new insights and observations sufficient. Perhaps they are science at their kernal but their only validation necessary already established as Art : unique in time and place