The rocks merged with the sulphurous horizon.
The blazing red giant,his sole companion, witness to the fireworks
Collision on M31
The air rising with the dust
If he could shed a tear it would have dispersed like the final rain scattered for all the time
That was left
As he looked thru those dry and weathered eyes
Lit by the spiralling purple glow
Of an atmosphere consumed
In a whirlwind of ablution.
So lay Lisac
The last mortal speck of humanity on spaceship Earth falling into Andromeda’s glittering oceans.
From beyond the dunes
Of an icy star
Prostrate I lie,
Charred by the glare
That purges crimson rivers ,
To Rinse me in its fires
Consumed and unmade
To serve you once again
Random nuclear decay occurring in identical nuclei may mean non identical nuclei in some extra space time dimension eg maybe the relativistic light like dimension ct is the variable responsible for 3D randomness in a deterministic 4D universe suggesting that a 3d zero may also have infinite different values in space time and yet be a kernel in any 3d calculation but predicting the future means understanding its 4d time evolution which could be a complex exponential.
so collapse of a wave function may be a case of incorporating space time into schrodingers wave equation to isolate why and when an apparently random abrupt discontinuous change seems to occur – has this already been done?
And is the ubiquitous use of infinity in calculus and fourier series essentially the reason for conceptual failure of quantum relativity unification ie behaviour at a singularity ,given the evidently infinite behaviour of a complex function according to casorati weierstrauss theorem that can be arbitrarily close to any value as it approaches an essential singularity and is this not the complex analytic equivalent of the Russell paradox unallowable set of all sets that are not members of themselves ,effectively barring it from legal use in set theory like dividing by zero as such self referential sets are like 2 mirrors taking an image of each other ad infinitum which will ultimately not give you practical answers hence one applies an arbitrary constraint to compensate for ones Godelian incompleteness.this is tantamount to explaining all leaps that are made to bridge the gap between mathematics and experimental physics eg the additional term in Maxwells equation for curlB which applies the simplest form for dE/dt from an infinite choice,or the decision to omit a reflected wave on the opposite side of a barrier when calculating wave transmission.
ockhams razor may be the human leap from Godelian algorithmic limitation to higher dimensions not just of space and time but beyond knowable mathematical axioms
or maybe it’s the shackle we are tying ourselves to that is preventing us from coming to terms with the pre determined nature of our unknowable 3d life and the multiverse that breathes alongside us parallel but always untraceable to us.
a metal shudder
the cloudy veil of manchester
to remind its freshly tanned re entrants
about their own fragility.
until wife whispers to me :
“i think this pilot must be a learner…”
the earnest expression ( and several years of training) resolves the matter of how best to respond:
“it’ll be fine” i say in my vocal equivalent of an emergency stop
to lie or deceive
fake or believe?
am i a willing participant in this buffoonery?
or the calm bestower of a ruthlessly logical statistical certainty
to join in the madness of my own uniqueness
or to fall back on my trust in my own insignificance??
which way to go?
the lesser maddening?
“thanks for the existential crisis darling” (quotation marks only for the privacy of my own demasculated manhood)
and then to shatter the internal clamour
the juddering landing
followed by a smattering of applause and a few polite humorous euphemisms….
what just happened there?
the wordless acknowledgement of a shared experience of contemplating our own mortality in a form of a digestibly light aperitif…
ahhh..back to real life.
can there be anything more real?
is life really just a load of kitsch
until the only thing that is and always will be the one real thing in our life…
our own death.
and this constant skirting around the realness of things
now so replicated and mass produced in all perceptible forms for the senses to consume
this fleeting experience of something inside us
so hungrily sought after
but to remain at arms length
turning us into multicoloured lava lamps continuously emitting emotional radiation in response to the barrage of pulses from the “cynics” who dont worry about the value of the feeling so much as the price.
because maybe for the majority of us kitsch may be as much reality as we would like to have
before the mask goes on
and the anaesthetic seeps in
and you can only let yourself be at your most vulnerable
by suspending belief
and trusting in the ephemeral fluidity of your own impermanence
to tunnel through that insurmountable absurdity of your existence
Breeze breathes past your silver threads
Warm whispers of silent sighs
Faint aroma of eggs and cheese and generic dairy deities
And the sight of a dusty ceiling fan
Shining its infinite jackhammer through your posterior communicating aneurysm
A wet trickle runs down your nose
Blood,sweat and Tears
All for a bit more life
Lets face it, it’s inevitable that if you have more than one child there will be arguing and by arguing I mean lots of arguing!
In this scenario in order to stay sane, we advise all parents and guardians to start a separate argument with them on what ever subject necessary. Watch them retreat together, and in no time at all they will be playing quietly away from you!
So you’re only on day two of the holidays, and already you have repeated yourself a hundred times,
Perfectly you stories advise that you make eye contact with that little person/persons in question, pretend you have lost your voice and start miming your words and dancing around very erratically, this action is 1- bound to get their attention and 2- amuse them if only for 10 seconds. Both of which may get the desired outcome.
So you find yourself locked in the bathroom for some peace, and look around you and see clothing, used toothpaste in the sink (which is a good thing to clean taps and plug holes so we are told) and if you have boys there’s a faint smells of pee, and the toilet seat is up AGAIN!-
In this scenario Perfectly you stories advise that you 1- get out of the toilet, and 2- pour a glass of wine, after all it’s 6 o’clock somewhere in the world…right?
So you cleaned the house for what seems like days and everyday seems to be like groundhog day-
In this scenario Perfectly You Stories advise you to simply lower your cleaning standards….
No lower then again… and again…
there that’s it now you are getting it.
So the dreaded words “I’m bored what can I do” are uttered after spending the day entertaining them-
Now there are 2 scenarios here!
Firstly you could: make play dough, get their board games out, play in the garden, take them to the park, bake cakes, play hide and seek, play with the Wii, Xbox, play station…there are a number of options if you get our drift
or alternatively, and here’s your chance to really let loose! You could have a rant about how they should count themselves lucky that they have electronic equipment and tell them you didn’t when you were growing up, and you had to entertain yourself. Explain that the internet is a new thing, and you didn’t have it growing up, explain that you didn’t have a 1000 TV channels you had four channels, and that you had one TV in the house not a TV in every room… it is at this point that hopefully when you look down at them that they have got bored with what you have been saying, and are happily playing with one of their toys.
We wish you a happy and sane summer holiday from the perfectly you stories team
Maybe it is a peoples revolution after all.
But it needed outsiders to spearhead it.
So gonna stick my neck out and say that Theresa May is probably about as outside as you can get while still having a chance thru Westminster channels of power.
For all the open criticisms of politicians for style over substance – along comes ” no nonsense” May (a label already tilted against her and reflecting the views of those doing the reporting i.e. the self serving political media class) and suddenly journalists are cogitating over her different “style” of leadership and the number of times I hear “no (bloody) nonsense” its as if they are hell bent on pouring cement onto this image before it has even fully formed – such is the obsession in media over speculation and its inevitable push into fact thru sheer overwhelming power of repetition.
Her diabetes is testament to the fact that she will not suffer fools gladly.She has not got time for idle frivolities and for some media luvvies who are actually surprised that she won given her lack of mates…well that may be the case but that,I daresay,could be the Tories’…and even Westministers saving grace – that it is precisely being outside the “club” that gives her a chance with the wider electorate.
Because- a set of politicians still dont seem to have fully understood-it is precisely the self perpetuating Westminster club mentality of propping each other up (or at least the perception of it) that is responsible for peoples appetite to cut their own noses to spite their face and stick two fingers at anything that resembles privileged power.
And putting Theresa May in power might be the closest Westminster can get to trying to acknowledge an “outsider” who is credible .
And Leadsom did seem prone to a few gaffes – and we’ve already had enough of those from the Brexit side anyway.
Anyone who shouts about needing to feel good about ourselves again …sounds to me like they are following orders from career marketing advisors – this increasingly shallow soundbiting reflex that gives away the newcomers.
You have to be old (or experienced) before you stop giving a shit about what everyone is telling you to say (thanks to Kenneth Clarke for suspiciously convenient slip up by Sky of off the cuff comments about Tory hopefuls’ competencies)
So if there were ever a time for a quiet outsider to silently shatter the glass facade from the inside – my money is on her.
Corbyn is a metaphor for the EU.
The political class of media,journalists,public experts and politicians is being completely rejected whenever the the mass has a say in it.
And that proves that all the political class are ever doing is pretending to know what the public will do.
And as much as they make their intentions and expectations known ,so do the mass even more try to counter the experts.
Its an expert rejectionism.
And for the behavioural sciences of politics and economics that mood is fast exposing the thin veil of stability for what it is ,that politicians spend their life espousing and warning about (whether they believe in it themselves or not)
And the news pundits and journalists who enjoy the verbal spats as much as the politicians ,speculators and exerts now spend as much time analysing their own failure.
Navel gazing extremis.
Its like watching a fish in a bowl going round and round and round clueless about whats outside.
There are parallel narratives which fleetingly rub shoulders.
The TV news narrative and your life.
And the two are drifting apart very fast and national broadcasting has essentially morphed into the same blinded institution that it attempts to be reporting on.
The blind reporting to the blind about what we ,the visually bestowed ,are up to.
So the more everyone gangs up on Corbyn the more popular he will be amongst those who wish to dissociate themselves with the Westminster commentators -which,given,Brexit, is probably 52% of the population,a bizarre alliance brought together despite diametrically opposing positions on the traditional political spectrum (racists and liberalists)
The open house climate for racially inciteful and emboldened confrontation is now directed at white people as much as dark skinned who have been hearing this all their lives.
The anarchy and madness that follows progressive liberalisation before complete self combustion?
Maybe not..maybe just the final death cry of the nascent racism that is now being lanced and exposed for the foul smelling pus that it is – is the necessary exposure that the institutionalised state of affairs needed – to bring it out for what it is – not to help us non Anglo Saxons – but to bring home to those amongst us who walk about oblivious to the reality of this tension in this country and complaining about having to be “PC” which had become the growing undertone for expressing the uncomfortable friction of differences in culture,language,appearance and heritage ,now coming to the fore.
So now tell me we are in a new age of “openness”.How its all gone mad and “politically correct”.How foreigners get all the special treatment and you “cant say anything in your own country”
And maybe the hate crimes and acts directed against a whole racial group not coming from islamic terrorists might actually be an eye opener for those who were wavering about whether hate and irrational terror is the province of “foreign cultures” when now there is open “white against white” hatred as well as the usual …
Few years ago Boris was a Churchill imitating mock parody that managed to shine in the face of Ken Livingstone’s dour and parched Socialism.
Populism proved the winner and now having moved on ,he proves the rule that such creatures are immune from any prolonged condemnation.
Like the one who can get away with the cheekiest comment because by definition they have a manner that makes you think they dont mean it badly…but what it might also mean is that such characters dont really mean anything they say.
Thats why they get away with it surely?
hone it comes to elections though some bizarre central limit theorem of conglomerated consensus seems to back the “safe” guy…or the safe option?
So really we are just like the very big businesses and corporate banks that support the Remain status quo.
“Vote leave” is not the herald of a revolution if its conclusion does not change the leaders whether they be in Westminster of further away.
What it does do is leave a populist memory for the aftermath of when the Remain camp win proving after all the hype,the people are given the choice,they will choose the familiar.
We are already in the EU after all.
And there is something suspicious going on when the Vote Leave is comprised in large part of middle aged opinionated (and slightly self assured) men who have too much time to bang on about sovereignty, and immigration.
When the mascot is a chameleon who you can see will do well either way, so how can it not be calculated position, when an ex Broadsheet editor famous for punchy headlines,comes out with soundbite after soundbite, having left the office of London Mayor with very little actual sense of revolution.
No,he is precisely the stereotype of Churchill, a mascot British Bulldog who will fight another day because he stuck up for Britain against the establishment, so who better to represent the values of the British than the guy who fought hardest to keep Britain with its own terms?…will be the PR line…obviously.
So it is a win win of Boris and he really doesn’t have much to lose as he doesn’t know failure even when it hits him.
Because failure in politics is of course a self fulfilling prophecy determined only by the politicians own hunger.
Actually getting things done or not done has got nothing to do with it.
Its a hierarchical system of which all politicians are part that maintains its own survival and people just turn the cogs of different forces on the planet.
Forces that are barely tangible yet drivers of change on scales bigger than human lifespans.
The planet is a chinese doll with different forms of life and we just inhabit one physical layer between the more deterministic and primitive and the ephemeral life of “ideas” like Oligarchy and Social Justice,Anarchy and Despotic.
Tv pundits argue for their own sake of existence.
The public insist they need more facts.
The papers maintain the story
The politicians appease and then obfuscate and discombobulate because that is the mandate that the electorate understand.
Its really a mess and the older you get the more you might feel exhausted by the chaos and enlightened by the knowledge too of how remarkable it is that we create any illusion of stability at all when the drivers seem to be through appeasement to mass consumerism and fundamentally the realisation that someone made not too long ago that the peoples yearning for stability is so strong that they will happily exchange a piece of paper with a number on it as fair representation of the worth of something
Fundamentally the sheer weight of people carries an unknowing consensus almost God like and greater than the sum of its individual parts but I often find that when I am torn and divided over an issue then this is often reflected in a finely balanced ballot because if there is to be any truth at all then it should come from as many as possible of we who create such concepts as “truth” in the first place.
So truth ,like most human constructs designed to be approximations to some Platonic thing, is a self fulfilling anomaly that will be arrived on no clearer a manner than the same tortuous back and forth that happens in a single conscious mind.
And even on the largest scales, as a matter of proportion ,the determinant of referendum will be the weight given to the familiarity of Remain ,which will be enough to swing it but close enough to serve as reminder that this simply will not go away within one lifetime.
Because the idea of nationality is strong,and while it will ultimately be irrelevant we are just not built to look further than a few generations for the impact of such fleeing phenomena as “borders” and “countries”.
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