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Showing posts with label time-space-dimensional-continuum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label time-space-dimensional-continuum. Show all posts
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Interstitial Hyper-connected Drives
Sometimes I dream of a single word or phrase. Tonight it was the above titled concept. I've decided to track down these ideas insofar as I may at times have no clue of their origin.
In this case, I've had to figure out interstitial, hyper-connected drives. In such cases I am a fan of wikipedia. I think I look to at wikipedia more as a representation of collective human knowledge than accuracy.
I use cross referencing to then build confidence in my understanding. One hopes that all definitions do not necessarily lead back Wikipedia (ala, "All roads lead to Rome") otherwise we end up with circular references in which nothing means anything (or everything means all things). A quick scan of the Internet shows the following:
Interstitial: referring to the space between cells, atoms or molecules, or soil particles. Interstitial cells are those cells that exist in the connective tissues between other tissues and structures. of or relating to interstices, in web parlance - A webpage, usually carrying advertising, displayed before a content page; An interstitial discontinuity in a crystal; of, relating to, or situated in an interstice
Hyper-connectivity: Hyperconnectivity is a term invented by Canadian social scientists Anabel Quan-Haase and Barry Wellman, arising from their studies of person-to-person and person-to-machine communication in networked organizations and networked societies.[1] The term refers to the use of multiple means of communication, such as email, instant messaging, telephone, face-to-face contact and Web 2.0 information services.[2]
Being curious, I've checked and noted for the record, Hyperdrive is a name given to certain methods of traveling faster-than-light (FTL) in science fiction. Related concepts are jump drive and warp drive.
For completeness I've followed through on the final term.
Drive: the act of applying force to propel something;
To be fair, I am always amazed at the insights that come from a restful mind. Tracking down nascent thoughts is more a specialty rather than a science. Depending on one's predilection, research results will vary.
In this case, I've had to figure out interstitial, hyper-connected drives. In such cases I am a fan of wikipedia. I think I look to at wikipedia more as a representation of collective human knowledge than accuracy.
I use cross referencing to then build confidence in my understanding. One hopes that all definitions do not necessarily lead back Wikipedia (ala, "All roads lead to Rome") otherwise we end up with circular references in which nothing means anything (or everything means all things). A quick scan of the Internet shows the following:
Interstitial: referring to the space between cells, atoms or molecules, or soil particles. Interstitial cells are those cells that exist in the connective tissues between other tissues and structures. of or relating to interstices, in web parlance - A webpage, usually carrying advertising, displayed before a content page; An interstitial discontinuity in a crystal; of, relating to, or situated in an interstice
Hyper-connectivity: Hyperconnectivity is a term invented by Canadian social scientists Anabel Quan-Haase and Barry Wellman, arising from their studies of person-to-person and person-to-machine communication in networked organizations and networked societies.[1] The term refers to the use of multiple means of communication, such as email, instant messaging, telephone, face-to-face contact and Web 2.0 information services.[2]
Being curious, I've checked and noted for the record, Hyperdrive is a name given to certain methods of traveling faster-than-light (FTL) in science fiction. Related concepts are jump drive and warp drive.
For completeness I've followed through on the final term.
Drive: the act of applying force to propel something;
To be fair, I am always amazed at the insights that come from a restful mind. Tracking down nascent thoughts is more a specialty rather than a science. Depending on one's predilection, research results will vary.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Multiverse
A man, nicely dressed, picks up a box of ice cream. The box has a handle, its squarish and has pink and white stripes. Through the door the man can see three younger men. They do not enter the store.
One of the young men outside the door mumbles something "...go in there and... I will hook you up later...." A few seconds later in come two much younger kids, they run up to the man with the ice cream. "Please...please...please..." the smaller kids grab onto the pants leg of the man. He desparately realizes the trap and tries to free himself.
He is held fast and thinks "time to make a break for it." These kids aren't even listening so with a mighty lunge he throws one kid off his leg and makes a dash for the door. As he heads out, the trap closes and the three young men at the door move in, all that he can see is them reaching into their pockets.
The man wonders why he isn't armed in such a dangerous world. He tries to dodge past the incoming sounds of bullets. I awaken with the feelings of being shot in the left arm and torso. I feel as though a part of me has died. I recognize that although a dream my mind has made manifest that somewhere this has happened and I ponder the veracity of the theory on the multiverse.
Perhaps what we see is not all that exists in this Universe of ours. For sight is limited to the near horizon but what lies beyond is still a mystery. The undiscovered country if you will. Are dreams simply dreams or are these simply the doorways to other realms. One might ask from what energy are dreams composed and how are they communicated?
One of the young men outside the door mumbles something "...go in there and... I will hook you up later...." A few seconds later in come two much younger kids, they run up to the man with the ice cream. "Please...please...please..." the smaller kids grab onto the pants leg of the man. He desparately realizes the trap and tries to free himself.
He is held fast and thinks "time to make a break for it." These kids aren't even listening so with a mighty lunge he throws one kid off his leg and makes a dash for the door. As he heads out, the trap closes and the three young men at the door move in, all that he can see is them reaching into their pockets.
The man wonders why he isn't armed in such a dangerous world. He tries to dodge past the incoming sounds of bullets. I awaken with the feelings of being shot in the left arm and torso. I feel as though a part of me has died. I recognize that although a dream my mind has made manifest that somewhere this has happened and I ponder the veracity of the theory on the multiverse.
Perhaps what we see is not all that exists in this Universe of ours. For sight is limited to the near horizon but what lies beyond is still a mystery. The undiscovered country if you will. Are dreams simply dreams or are these simply the doorways to other realms. One might ask from what energy are dreams composed and how are they communicated?Friday, September 19, 2008
The monster in the mist
The monster was one in human form. He stayed inside his incredibly strong keep for years. No force could hold him really and the sense of wanting everything he saw was a weakness which made him shallow and vain. The problem was that although his cavern was covered in specially bound metal he could break free at any time.
He was a loud bushy mustached barrel chested amiable beast of a man. He adorned himself with long stemmed horned helmets and special designed armor from another time. He was immortal and he was bored.
When unleased upon the world he wasa whirlwind. A terrible storm which could not be bound. Most often he was allowed to blow himself out. The loneliness of complete destruction was the only thing which held him back from a complete wipeout of the population.
Somehow I became a guest of the monster. He pondered ceaselessly about the need to head outside and run destructively about. His goal? -to try new things; like many of us the monster wanted whatever he could not have.
It was for this reason that locked in his cavern he must remain. I understood this, he understood this and his other visitor did not. She was all mist and low on substance.
By dumbfounded circumstance I found myself in the company of a guffable monster whose mere prescence would cause walls to tremble. Once in motion the monster could not be stopped -buildings would crumble, ordance repelled and invincibly strong.
In talking to the beast it became clear to me that his envy was great but as long as his interest was kept at bay he would remain inside. Devoid of this barrier the beast would burst forth causing havoc and great destruction.He was both the immovable object and the irresistable force.
The monsterous, Viking-like immortal would crave whatever was seen or any enticing thing that he heard. I therefore admonished the other guest not to provoke his interest. Like mist she could not be contained.
I really tried to hold back the beast, lest he be loosed upon the world. The knowledge of his great strength was obvious -the walls would tremble upon his spoken word. In his waypath was a pool of poisonous waters. Along the path -was a safe haven.
The monster could take many tongues and oneheard his speech in one's own langauge. He would try to provoke one to feed his hunger for vibrant concepts. The girl of mist could not be stopped. My hand fell onto the poisonous waters and the monster held the only cure.
A short shower later and the monster was loosed. Unable to contain himself he was content for the moment to retain his new guest. Not through force but skillful manipulatiion of ideas beyond her comprehension.
So did the girl of the mist, fade away. The monster stayed home. I returned to tell this tale.
He was a loud bushy mustached barrel chested amiable beast of a man. He adorned himself with long stemmed horned helmets and special designed armor from another time. He was immortal and he was bored.
When unleased upon the world he wasa whirlwind. A terrible storm which could not be bound. Most often he was allowed to blow himself out. The loneliness of complete destruction was the only thing which held him back from a complete wipeout of the population.
Somehow I became a guest of the monster. He pondered ceaselessly about the need to head outside and run destructively about. His goal? -to try new things; like many of us the monster wanted whatever he could not have.
It was for this reason that locked in his cavern he must remain. I understood this, he understood this and his other visitor did not. She was all mist and low on substance.
By dumbfounded circumstance I found myself in the company of a guffable monster whose mere prescence would cause walls to tremble. Once in motion the monster could not be stopped -buildings would crumble, ordance repelled and invincibly strong.
In talking to the beast it became clear to me that his envy was great but as long as his interest was kept at bay he would remain inside. Devoid of this barrier the beast would burst forth causing havoc and great destruction.He was both the immovable object and the irresistable force.
The monsterous, Viking-like immortal would crave whatever was seen or any enticing thing that he heard. I therefore admonished the other guest not to provoke his interest. Like mist she could not be contained.
I really tried to hold back the beast, lest he be loosed upon the world. The knowledge of his great strength was obvious -the walls would tremble upon his spoken word. In his waypath was a pool of poisonous waters. Along the path -was a safe haven.
The monster could take many tongues and oneheard his speech in one's own langauge. He would try to provoke one to feed his hunger for vibrant concepts. The girl of mist could not be stopped. My hand fell onto the poisonous waters and the monster held the only cure.
A short shower later and the monster was loosed. Unable to contain himself he was content for the moment to retain his new guest. Not through force but skillful manipulatiion of ideas beyond her comprehension.
So did the girl of the mist, fade away. The monster stayed home. I returned to tell this tale.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Pacific Ocean Sunset
Hold onto your dreams while life lasts, just a little longer. Never give up and do your best everyday. That's my little ray of sunshine and hope.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
A message in a bottle
Progressive, dreamt thoughts, contemplative ideas in search of a mind capable of blossoming. The words are there, find them. Let them mean more to you than Life or Death.
Space itself is like the big pond of water.
Hypothesis (?)
- A pebble skips over the surface of a pond; its ripple impacts an extremely large surface
- A big stone sinks straight to the bottom of the pond; its impact is nothing
- Moving a large piece of furniture using little force by adding a piece of cardboard beneath the front bottom of the furniture. Cardboard in alignment with the floor diffuses the friction of the heavy furniture.
Space itself is like the big pond of water.
- Large items using a lot of force punch right through it rather than small items skipping along the surface (having a larger ripple effect).
- A diffusion plate aligned with the direction of travel can help to reduce friction and move objects with a trivial fraction of the force used to break through our atmospheric boundaries.
Hypothesis (?)
- The force needed to arrive in space is all the force one needs to traverse it.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Dreams on, Dreams off
If dreams allow us to traverse the time-space continuum as many believe that we do. What happens when we do not dream? Is our spirit held in the void between stars? The question seems pertinent to our investigation of the dream-scape.
Is it the case that we ever really do not dream? Or is it merely that we cannot recollect our dream? The theories are endless and may be included among life's biggest mysteries. An example of one such mystery is the observation that I have been typing this note with my eyes closed and yet somehow the computer knows where my hands are....
Although Life itself is a mystery - Dreams are the root of our attempt to understand the human mind. We must traverse the void and grow in our understanding of ourselves.
Is it the case that we ever really do not dream? Or is it merely that we cannot recollect our dream? The theories are endless and may be included among life's biggest mysteries. An example of one such mystery is the observation that I have been typing this note with my eyes closed and yet somehow the computer knows where my hands are....
Although Life itself is a mystery - Dreams are the root of our attempt to understand the human mind. We must traverse the void and grow in our understanding of ourselves.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Dreams: Pathways of the multi-verse
I don't know whether it is fair to say that I dreamed or I visited the multi-verse again. This morning I awoke several times in multiple universes. On each occasion I faced similar challenges with my life. I was at a point where I needed and believed that I could make a break-through to reach greater heights.
In one of these universes something heinous was going on, people in the lower wards were being destroyed. There, usefulness was the essential value criteria. I awoke in that universe to horrific images of bland faced doctors who chose to inject some concoction into me. I resisted.
"You have already lived longer than anyone else in the lower wards... I wonder why?..." -- Those are the words spoken by the maniacal doctor in that universe. I decided that I had better disconnect from that version of myself in case of discovery.
In thinking about the multi-verse I must say that everything is just slightly off. The color of some curtains, children that I do not know who must be fat but are skinny. The paint does not match, seats look different than they do in this lifetime. People who are no longer, exist and those who should, do not.
In each universe/lifetime I believe that I have reached a pivotal point where I must decide to overcome the major obstacle in my life. It is at this crucial point that I have discovered the existence of my other selves and the realization that there is the strength of One, this must be tapped into, the relationship between each of these selves; these visions; can help one to surmount the obstacle.
In stark reality I awoke, feeling the tingling of the poisons from the mad doctor. I hoped that he had the antidote and wondered if he did not whether it would reach across multi-dimensional time and space. I felt that this missive better be sent.
In one of these universes something heinous was going on, people in the lower wards were being destroyed. There, usefulness was the essential value criteria. I awoke in that universe to horrific images of bland faced doctors who chose to inject some concoction into me. I resisted.
"You have already lived longer than anyone else in the lower wards... I wonder why?..." -- Those are the words spoken by the maniacal doctor in that universe. I decided that I had better disconnect from that version of myself in case of discovery.
In thinking about the multi-verse I must say that everything is just slightly off. The color of some curtains, children that I do not know who must be fat but are skinny. The paint does not match, seats look different than they do in this lifetime. People who are no longer, exist and those who should, do not.
In each universe/lifetime I believe that I have reached a pivotal point where I must decide to overcome the major obstacle in my life. It is at this crucial point that I have discovered the existence of my other selves and the realization that there is the strength of One, this must be tapped into, the relationship between each of these selves; these visions; can help one to surmount the obstacle.
In stark reality I awoke, feeling the tingling of the poisons from the mad doctor. I hoped that he had the antidote and wondered if he did not whether it would reach across multi-dimensional time and space. I felt that this missive better be sent.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
The Sleep Dimension
I theorize that sleep is a bending or distortion of the space time continuum. It seems highly unlikely that we should see time pass in the blink of an eye while the entire waking world experiences those same eight hours of rest as a brutal, seemingly unending work day. It is also interesting that in the interim we (males) grow full beards and long nails. It is almost as if the growth cycle of our bodies is accelerated.
Hypothesis:
Sleep is a bending of the space time dimension. Observations made during the sleep cycle occur in a dimension that we know little about. The mind-body-spirit appears to be performing work that enhances growth and repair of cellular tissues. External observations of sleep cycle participants are flawed because the viewer is not also a participant in the sleep dimension. Extra dimensional observations cannot accurately reflect the environment and therefore fail as a measure of scientific evidence.
Next Steps:
We must consider alternative tools and processes to measure observations of the sleep dimension (actually the time-space-dimension called sleep).
Hypothesis:
Sleep is a bending of the space time dimension. Observations made during the sleep cycle occur in a dimension that we know little about. The mind-body-spirit appears to be performing work that enhances growth and repair of cellular tissues. External observations of sleep cycle participants are flawed because the viewer is not also a participant in the sleep dimension. Extra dimensional observations cannot accurately reflect the environment and therefore fail as a measure of scientific evidence.
Next Steps:
We must consider alternative tools and processes to measure observations of the sleep dimension (actually the time-space-dimension called sleep).
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