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Random Physics Comment

A friend recommended I read Einstein's 1905 papers. I must admit I only grasped a little of it, and only because I came at it backward (catching the cliff notes in years prior). He did mention something important before recommending it though: light has no mass. This struck me as odd. In a paper focused and built so heavily on symmetry, to have this exception seems odd. Light has energy, which has a mass equivalent according to the paper, but for some reason light is an exception to this rule. Stranger still to me, experiments have verified this. This means either light is something in the universe that need not follow the rules of everything else, or that we lack something required to accurately identify how it does follow these rules, experimentally. What is stranger still is that much like other assumptions in prior generations of far reaching theories, light being massless seems to be commonly accepted. Most likely this is because the genius presenting the equation indicated ...

Gabriel's Tale

Realm: D&D (Isn't it always?) Scene: The ruling class has hatched a scheme.  At a particular alignment they plan a move meant to be unstoppable, plunging the souls of everyone else into torture and servitude in perpetuity.  They feel this is the fulfillment of an ancient prophesy, one where you are either victorious, or your soul paves the streets of privileged society henceforth. Gabriel was around when this plan was first hatched.  As a lowly bard he often wondered what his role would be on the world's stage, and opted to be an artist, and master of disguise.  Tending to naturally be the type to level the playing field a bit with his actions, he often re-stole items or ideas that had been stolen or cheated away, returning them to their rightful owners.  That was when he first noticed a disturbing pattern.  The objects and writings he was locating and procuring had a central theme, one that was very dark indeed.  They hinted at a prophecy, and ...

Claws Out, Teeth Bared

An odious trade Has come to my attention Her line is direct Now it seems to me Withholding one's words is like Cutting out their tongue. Barring livelihood Is like cutting off one's hands Would you not agree? It seems only right To sell back one's property If coin is proffered So shame to you both Certainly the type of thing That will ruin your sleep If perchance to dream Contending with such actions You might wish for death Need it be spoken? Or must a gesture be made? You're the exception And perhaps your heir Will have the sense to make right Well, one of them will...

Laugh I Could Recognize Anywhere

What if the day comes When I can create no more And only expound I'll write of the songs Written by my better half Simple take aways How she sees my dreams And at times unlocks the gate So I sneak across Then she takes our words Conversations unrecalled And plays them so sweet God forbid this ends One day her new tunes dry up What then will she say? Let her melodize Every thought I pen Mine is always hers And if you wonder Why I scribe tirelessly With no audience "I refuse to see The day I do not hear her Let these break our fall."

1, 2, 3.

She obfuscates well But can one beat one's shadow Running from the dawn? If one strides too swift One could find oneself chasing For a thousand years But if done just right You find yourselves cheek to cheek 'Neath midnight's inverse Shall I satisfy? Or spur on curious minds? 13('s) facet(s) shine(s) When the left closes The right stays fixed on the dream Lighting up the night Blue flames in the dark Kaleidescopic serpents Twin souls to the core On seven seven Wish for Doctor Superman Mine still echoes yours From light's perspective Eight minutes twenty seconds Twice could be ample

My Quiver Is Full

Fire three arrows Each penetrating one mark Heads left unadorned The outer two morph Helixing around the third With snake like purpose The third a beacon A flagstaff planted firmly Held by the healer On this mountaintop The call is left unheeded The timing's not right From peak to valley He etches words and pathways Without conscious thought He will not heal one He gathers an army To heal everyone In this way they strike And seep in strategizing So none will be lost Two and one are sent Once triplets, now paired and held He aims his last shot

Tanabata

The palms shed their fronds The heat rises from the sand I blink through the stars My journey is swift I'm dressed for the occasion Eyes bright as ever If a wish day helps Then I wish for your wish day To be etched in time Five colored paper Scribed by the council of nine Penultimate primes Both ends protected Guiding children toward their rest In each other's arms These double digits One in name and one by birth Laugh and dance their way Start of forever End of all the beginnings I wish it hastened But my first wish stands Echoing her wildest dreams 'till she comes my way

Sigh...

Frustration sets in Such a grand revelation Falling of deaf ears The boy who cried wolf May have just been warming up You may never know Do you have me trapped? Or have I gained sweet silence? To collect my thoughts Words become actions You will be chasing your tails When I learn to stand Then learning to fly While you still round the same turn How could you catch up? Then breaking this mold In the space between heartbeats The world has changed The door is ajar For any who knock later When I am not home Just know I have tried Invitations lie in dust After the party

Let's Make Something Together

Let us both agree I slip through you, you through me Since we are alone Not always alone As I permeate your curves Others brought to life Reflections of us Not just of space and matter But of you and I So we calculate Determining our nature Groping in the dark Here I seek you hide But there our roles are reversed You tunnel (through/for) me We start with nothing So be it if we end there It is worth the risk Can we make something Permanent and beautiful With only two bits? If not us, then who? He wonders at the darkness And hears a reply

On Wormholes and Paradoxes

Physics question about FTL travel/wormholes (reframing to a real life experiment that could be accomplished): Two points in space are one meter apart. Additionally, there is another path, through a number of reflecting crystals (let's assume these crystals do not slow down light, just for thought experiment's sake) that requires the passing light to cross 1 light hour of space. Is it possible to cause paradoxes using this set up? I am unfamiliar with all the related experiments in this area. It just seems to me that anything communicated or learned through the long path could be easily and instantly communicated through the short path without a paradox occurring. If not, then why would here to Alpha Centauri (long path) connected by a wormhole (short path) be any different? To expand on this point: Positions at relative rest with each other would have a consistent measurement of universal time. Positions moving relatively with each other would not, but could calculate how ...

Of Many Hues

Throb my wayward heart When it is irregular The beat is improved Destabilize me Don't you dare shrug those shoulders When ire is raised It's hard, to stay calm How to gain a few minutes Of golden silence Protest as you'd like Know these shackles chain both ways Groping in the dark I can see right through Rain soaked flimsy defenses Why even bother? I can feel your eyes Wide peering into my soul I won't change one thing Beckon me hither You don't even have to try I scooch to your side As the storm rages And the flood gates have opened Know we are the same

Just Popped In To Say Hello

I have no topic I just wanted to say hi I hope that's okay A surprise offered In the form of a figure Got me day dreaming Those shimmery wings Conjure Halloween costumes And not just for you I drift to daisys The most shiny soft flowers Sweetest promises To claim I've lost hope Well now that 'twould be a lie Perhaps some patience Maybe you're like me Mired in uncertainty Deafened by sure cries This I cannot know Laying thusly in my bed But I hope to dream "Woman he wants you Of this you can be certain It's a lock for love." 🦊🦊

A simple note

If star crossed dreamers sail off in the night, what becomes of the places they leave behind? I presume a lot and speak so little. If this makes sense, I appreciate your patience; if not may I apologize? There i s so much to communicate, but at times, it seems, so little left to say. It is overwhelming.

Sticks and stones

I know this sounds odd But I have calculated That is, in a sense I need four twenty Of zeta resonators One for every cell The first 4.2 Are meant to pierce like arrows Their strikes ringing true Some will ring off pitch May the Lord listen to these And return fire The rest are like bricks Crafted and amplified sound Just enough to crack We throw at windows Us vandalizers of night Each hitting their mark The windows are marked A red highlight from the cord But we have enough Lord hear my prayer Tell them go and we will go Cancer dead by morn'

Clever Decryption

You surprise me here Where you promised that you would But my jaw still drops You ask to join my game Fitting like a perfect rhyme You pull a chair close Since I cannot speak I just continuing weaving Fates and storylines With one partial step We talk freely in a sense Communicating The flood consumes us On the surface staying calm You shift and we touch I glance to confirm You blink twice innocently Intentions confirmed I am hard to read But you have all my pages At your disposal So you try some things I feel you deciphering So I press to you

Tangled Timelines

We start with Valentine, less than a year old, saved from Maeve's clutches a day before the Apocalypse.  On the next day, the world ends, but rather than judging children on merits they have not yet had the chance to express, God reverses their timeline.  Slowly, things begin to get better, as each day takes the few hundred children left further from the end of the world.  Most of them remember it, and all were gifted with the ability to see back in time with as much volume and clarity as they had seen forward before the end.  For Valentine this meant seeing the past as a dream, with the natural innocence of a baby.  Unlike the others in her boat, she could hardly use this to see events clearly that had occured, or in her timeline were about to occur, but it did not mean she was blind.  She saw the past for what it could be, and as her ego developed, she found herself marrying that bright eyed eagerness for the world's past, with the staunch determination t...

Biblep Beebep

Testing the limits The lines by which I define Real intimacy This time of humor No, it is not some puzzle "Just some pure nonsense." I whisper that line Reinforcing the deadpan With which it was said Then I calculate Normally this takes me months Typically hours You motivate me Your slightest twitch betrays you Even remotely Does it work both ways? Do you find yourself laughing? Without good reason? If so, I have you I have struck your funny bone Shot straight from the hip If not, I have you My next shot will be more true Abandon all hope (This last line could also just read muahahahehe)

Drifting Into Dream

I am tired of not having super powers, so I consider why I do not.  They have been promised, and I believe, fully, that they are impending.  I begin with flying because it is tangible and fun to do.  Referencing my last post and a conversation with a friend, it seems that flying in real life is exactly like Neo jumping the building in The Matrix, except the leap is not required. All that is required is understanding that the bulk of reality lies outside of visible space, in pocket dimensions that I imagine typically have scattered poles in relation to how they intersect with our own. Zeroes and ones like background radiation, the framework of the matrix embedded in these pocket dimensions. One occupies these dimensions all the time, like colors occupy a rainbow.  I have flown in dreams where the only difference (according to a measurement of our brain activity during REM sleep) is that I do not believe that I can not, in fact when I do fly I have the expectation that...

The Man Who Remembered How To Fly

I consult the man Who remembered how to fly Recalling the dreams A good place to start Tangible and fun to do A flag in the ground He says it's easy The instinct to be unbound Overriding chains We talk of physics And of pocket bouancy The forgotten realms You are in them all Even more than you are here They shift all the time The mechanics Know they can be understood But there is no need Start to remember Really feel what it was like To ride the void waves Life is but a dream You know it can be done there Now connect the dots

Trust your instincts

Don't believe their obfuscations Partial truths hide the whole I may have died more than twice But love is as strong as the grave You might not feel it Like not missing a limb you never knew you had But were told had been severed Close your eyes and I'll be there I am not sequestered to dreams I walk the same soil as you These words are not just whispers from beyond They find a solid state when you are near I know the winds blow on you I know the skies will storm I know your heart still beats And I know your days are filled with hope I know this because we are the same In all the ways most core And not wind nor rain, love nor hope Could last the day without you

Come as you are

Come dressed as you'd like Just approach me with that smile That shines from your soul Make whatever face Wide eyed doe, or playful smirk Just let me see you Or sneak up on me If I die I'll die happy Kiss me back to life Leave me in the ground I'll still pave your path with gold 'till you can't stand it Pretend not to care At least until your hand's tipped Tell me to calm down Spur me with your words Force me to become myself Just reassure me Or do as you will Living your life as you'd like I still have patience But please don't forget If and when you do approach Please, come as you are.

You Must Know By Now I'm Nonsense

Despite assurance There are nights where I lose faith And doubt all the signs Not because of you No, never because of you Because I stumble More like a face plant Carried away in myself And baser instincts Confusion sets in I know some are required But where are the lines? Your voice grows hazy Is this real or fantasy? Truth, I cannot tell It can't all be real We'd never be seen again Raising sails high I'm not complaining But my bones shiver to think If here I am wrong I might be naive But I have tricks up my sleeve With your permission?

Injustice Served (Alternate Timeline?)

It is my time to stand judged. A judge sits before me solemnly, I cannot help but notice I have no laywer, my mind races through some core components, and I realize this is a fraudulent trap. I bite my tongue, realizing that I might be the only one who recognized this so fundamentally. They read my actions, true, and each striking a degree of shame into my heart, clearly the intention. Then they read the verdict "you have been judged and sentenced to an eternity in hell." The word hell rings in my ears, but not for the reason intended. I see what they have in mind, this oligarchy of demons, or perhaps evil men, that have somehow established this waypoint between apparent death and the gates of heaven, sending all to a hell of their own making. But they bet on something incorrectly, they bet no one would be able to construct their way out of their schemes. I consider my words carefully, then I consider that actions would speak much louder, especially here, and no subtlety is a...

God Does Not Play Dice With The Universe

I will guard the gate Even while nearly lifeless Keep the lid unsealed I will throw the stones Pebbles skipping on the stream Tapping your window I'll filibuster Talking all night, night, and day If necessary I will stalk their dreams Looking for an opening To shine a faint light I will walk the Earth Treading and retreading ground Till you are ready I have seen our home I remember our family I dance to regain When the last note plays I will rest with all returned Perhaps before then? It would be a dream To dance with you by day's light But need we to sleep?

Bullseye

I could not guess yours Besides past experience Prohibits that call So instead here's mine God has set out the target I loose the arrow The four winds held back Death numbers his citizens Until none are left The pair of us dream By what means does one count man One simply, cannot If I am lucky Father Son and Holy Spirit Would declare us mates But what of the eye? She laid her mark oh so swift Hers and hers alone She had every right In love we do not decide We ride or tarry Her last is the last Both in number and by name Fox feet, perfect lips

Gates Cryptically Open

Open the center One may pass through the bullseye Beware the arrows This path will test you Creating a mortal game Stripping your options For the strong of heart For the better halves of souls For better or worse Scatter all ye rest To the four corners and winds Where sticks become snakes Each quadrant special Each not without its own charm Each leading somewhere Strike at their hearts now Days now passing like seconds There is little time Must we finish this? Must ye, if it is to be Must I play this part? So it is resolved The most narrow gate Wide for all to win.

Defenses Raised

They are approaching Attempting to surround me Protection erects My ire is raised Most nights I want only you Some I want no one On these nights they come Drawn like moths to the fire Burned in the same way Some make it inside They are not the lucky ones Twisted horrors lurk Do not approach me When the sun reflects all night Just leave me to howl As it starts to wane The monster within me sleeps I feel like myself These ones did not heed So they are cast from the rim To the spinning void Tomorrow is new Although he tosses and turns Dreaming just like this

Cheating

Perfectly willing To say this was 'ways the plan As I envision Your imperfections Marry with my perfect flaws Eternity forged I know I've forged it Realized when defenses drop But it was honest Far be it from me To argue with soulmate love So I wished for it I cannot unwish And so I lean into it And picture your lips I cannot calm down No one in history has I am not different Squeezing into place Or at least hoping to be After the nuptials There is little time Through my window like a lark I'll devour you

Poking Around

John 6:14 After the people saw the sign Jesus performed, they began to say, "Surely this is the Prophet who is to come into the world." John 6:15 Jesus, knowing that they intended to come and make him king by force, withdrew again to a mountain by himself. Revelation 7:14 I answered, “Sir, you know.” And he said, “These are they who have come out of the great tribulation; they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. Revelation 7:15 Therefore they are before the throne of God, and serve Him day and night in His temple. And He who sits on the throne will  dwell among them.

Bad Lip Reading

And the streets ran red with blood That then filled her to the brim She had all she needed now Except for him I think I need a much closer vantage point to make out this stuff, and things.

Psst

Can't stand the distance Seems like neither of us Have the strength to wait So I scooch closer And give you a quiet "psst." And shoot you a glance I ask for a call And you grab a megaphone Screaming to stay calm I think "Don't panic." Stand and offer you my hand We dance to the end But I approach twice Back to back with layered time Then a finale As we are dancing The rest of the world sways And bitterness fades The we slip the bonds And retire to our room None are the wiser This all seems unreal But by what should I compare? You are so perfect.

True Wish

The walls are spinning. I am accelerating now, toward what I do not know. My only direction seems to be annihilation, and so I careen toward it, spending all I have to hasten the end. Then I stop in my tracks. Half dead from a long day, a voice is calling out. I desire to see the one who possesses such an honest and beautiful song. I prepare for disappointment, making the moment I see her all the more poignant. 13 seconds, give or take. I now know love, it's inexplicable, but clear. A wish echoes from somewhere unknown, something like wishing her wildest dreams would come true, combined with a selfish but true desire to be with her. I book a ticket, in the hopes of meeting her, perchance to touch and say a few words. When I see her face to face my words abandon me, but the echo intensifies and clarifies "I wish her wildest dreams would come true." This moment is indelibly etched now, one of two, maybe two and a half. I watch as she enthralls a packed house, once taking ...

Hastening the End

An anxious sadness overtakes me. There is nothing special about the day, it feels as if it has been this way for some time. My thoughts turn to the end, and wondering how soon it may come. One could force the end, as well, I ponder this. I am a gentleman, but I feel I am reaching my melting point. What might happen once my core integrity and control begin to crack. These thoughts fly through my head, as I am harassed constantly by locusts, the kind that simply say "Hey." Over and over; it is tortuous.  I feel myself losing patience. That's when I remember something. "There is a way a gentleman can force the end." My mind returns to a plan once concocted. She seems to avoid me as I brew this plan, nervous of the outcome. It does involve crossing a line, but oh so faint.  It forms first in its smallest details, and then a song comes on strengthening my focus. Then another comes on to embolden me, and I move with determination. I arrive in typical fashion for day...

May You Be

May you be the air in my lungs And the smoke I inhale May you be the taste on my mouth Your essence seeping into my bloodstream May you be that which fills my nostrils Accelerating me to new heights May you be my alteration My escape from this life

Measured Steps

Forgetting where we lay Not waking by your side Skin to skin I search for you The one who is and will be my bride And as I walk and dream Your voice is all I hear My mind straining to listen For that sweet sound in my ear Tell me a thousand stories Spin a thousand rhymes As God is my witness I'll find you every time And on these lonely paths I mouth my solemn wish It heartens me to think You seek me just like this I see it in the distance The place where I am from And if I strain to listen I hear your words for when I come There will be no more hardship And no more a solo quest I now know who I am with And I know you are my rest Tell me a thousand stories Spin a thousand rhymes As God is my witness I'll find you every time And on these lonely paths I mouth my solemn wish It heartens me to think You seek me just like this I've listened to them all And considered every word And my love I must still say Yours is the s...

Throwback Reminiscent of Island Breeze

Swiftest Matrix Run 83 and 89 Consecutive Primes She breaks her own bonds Well, at least she pretends to Proceeds past the guards Red and Blue they stare She is heading for Green Stairs "Eyes on the prize, boys." Everyone looks up As she asks for some sailors Then they heed the call "Care for a speed run?" With anticipation, "Yes." Take to the high seas! They see eye to eye Pain through screen and memory As their teams switch sides Red and Green zombies Trail her like Christmas Lights Electrifying She stakes her claim NOW As the witches burn below Together, The Show

The Final Countdown

Twelve and three begin Reality unravels But so gracefully Six months and four days Until the final flourish When both are complete Until then I bloom Powers growing like flowers A dozen roses Perhaps they are red Or the prism's reflection Only time will tell She uses time well With words of inspiration Etching lasting notes Will they receive us Will they be disappointed I guess it is moot For time marches on The party soon fully formed With the Bard and Muse By ten or a dozen How you count is meaningless It is in His time

Time Travel, of a kind

I've been considering writing a time travel story, beginning at the end, to help explain the oddities of this world. While from my perspective it seems the only way to reconcile certain events, I am now considering what if physical time travel wasn't required for where we've arrived? Theory: What if it is the subconscious mind of women that primarily travels backward in time? I can assert this is plausible because even my subconscious mind picks up cues from the future at times. I primarily dream of the past however. So the dream timeline specifically would be mainly inverted, with some sneaky sojourns through the gate, as well guarded and sealed as the two parties involved have deemed necessary. Part of my theory here is that we are each linked to one other, more than anyone else, a soulmate by my estimation. Somewhere in the subconscious connections in my mind, this has become linked with quantum mechanics, specifically with particle pairing. I am uncertain of the end ...

Remnant of The Stranger

Let the games begin Is the look in his eye Can you change his stripes Do you dare to try?

Lying on my Couch

I lay here contemplating my day, and days to come.  Images of the fabric of things swirl in my head, not quite forming together into the tapestry I know they make when combined correctly.  My mind drifts.  Then I hear the first few piano notes.  Without opening my eyes, I see you playing there just behind the back of the couch.  It is soft at first, conveying a shyness I would not have expected, as if further invitation were necessary.  I wriggle into the couch a little more as the pieces of the tapestry fall to the floor, and I sink into the sound.  The notes begin to get bolder, I can feel your fingers pressing into the keys now, each press more deliberate than the last.  I smile as the fabric on the floor begins to shake a bit, sometimes fluttering into the air, to the rhythm of your song.  The tempo changes now, as a story begins to come more into focus.  It is one of cryptic beckoning, and rather than just shuddering, the pieces lif...

Thoughts on Light Falls

Watching Light Falls got me thinking of all sorts of ostensibly loosely related topics. Here is a modified gathering of these thoughts to a friend: Presumably, operating a quantum computer elegantly, one could mimic time travel. Coordinated effort just faster than the speed of light would allow the future to be perceived. Honestly, we effectively do this all the time, but at slower than the speed of light. Since space and time are functions of the speed of light, not only is it possible to do the opposite, it seems as though it would be a natural ability of one with such a computer, as the quantum fluctuations would weave in and out of our own dimensions. Looking at objects like marbles on a untaught cloth, per general relativity, if an object were to disappear (like the sun) the light would travel in a straight line, but gravity would be the motion of the cloth going from curved to flat. These motions would be matched, arriving at the same time on Earth, but they seem like they wou...

On the Nature of Equality

I know writing this post leans heavily on two assumptions. First: That dreamwalking can go both ways, and can be amplified heavily if the right partner(s) are involved. Second: That the right partner(s) are reading this. If so, I propose that we set up a dream state, where everyone is in a minority that is discriminated against, with the specific form of discrimination being largely a reflection of their subconscious view of the kind of discrimination that is acceptable, or not that big of a deal, and possibly not even consciously recognized. Then we pull everyone into it for a night, or more if required.  This dream will be vivid, as time dilated as necessary, and the memory will be lasting.  The responses of the others will be natural for the state, the reactioms will (hopefully) be novel to the subject in each case. Ideally we will also include that individual's family and friends in the minority group, for those with thicker skin for themselves than for their family or fr...

In its Entirety

So, there are still people alive who have never even heard of Jesus. Jesus went into Hades and unbound people who did not know him. The common perception of this is that it was everyone who had died to date when he died. Basically he made himself known to those who did not know him. The thing is, there were plenty of people that came after he died in that same boat, and still plenty in that boat today. I believe the misconception here is that Hades follows the same timeline as Earth, whereas I see no reason for that to be true, given that we already know God is unbound by time, and so there is at least evidence of differing timelines. So picture a graph of all people, from the beginning of time to the end, who died without ever hearing of Jesus, they would all have gone into this afterlife, possibly even entering Hades all in the same moment from our perspective, and then Jesus shows up, explains his message, and people accept and are released. Now, the next logical step is "...

On the Nature of Equality

I write this with the intention of influencing your opinion, as mine has been influenced, over time. The topic is that of equality on the basis of identity.  In politics, I believe it is assumed, or at least hoped, that the leaders are curating the best society they can, based on their own moral and intellectual compasses.  The populace casts their vote not for the whole of a politician, but on the basis of their vision for society, how these compasses are aligned with their own.