SeekingtheTruth
Jedi
Sometimes when you are reading a book a sentence will strike you as peculiar. Peculiar thoughts leads one to peculiar and interesting ideas you think to yourself. However, it is not the sentence that is peculiar but the thought contained in the sentence and how it is connected to the paragraph. If you continue to walk along this tightrope of logic you realize that thought is neither the sentence nor the paragraph but both at the same time. Thought is contextual. Con-textual. It is a con to think that text itself is the thought, rather, it is thought which has considered or soldered itself meaning to the text. A meaning embedded within the fabric, much like pen into paper.
After awhile you cross your legs and out of convenience or to minimize effort you flip over.the open book and balance its spine or, rather, its fold of the pages upon your legs.
Immediately you note how the fold looks much like a wave to you, at.the same time you cognize that the reality must be that it is both at the same time. Even the sharpest of blades are rounded and smooth when examined closely.
What a cryptic thought. What does it mean that even the sharpest of blades are rounded and smooth? You recognize this as a boundary. A fuzzy boundary. An entanglement of two worlds. Perhaps, it is the interface of the physical with the non-physical? 99.999% empty space you think to yourself. You conjecture that the universe itself is 99.999% empty space and what we see of.it is but a reflection of this binding, this entanglement. Particles and waves observing each other. An eternal hug giving rise to time and space.
When you flip your book back over you notice how the fold connects the fabric of two sides. The folds of.the page are convex towards the center while sloping down and away and.then up again into a slight curl. You notice a merging of the concave with the convex. Its boundary is fuzzy yet you know it exists but.where? You cognize that it is the location of two rates and that the precise location at which the two merge would give an acceleration of zero. The inflection point of time and space. The point that has no point and the wave which has neither time nor space. You conjecture that this is the.interface, but not the interface itself but.the boundary, the tunnel of entanglement that is neither physical nor non-physical. You conjecture that in all mergings which contain non-physical and physical boundaries the approach which gives rise to partial physicality are those which occur at the inflection point with rates whose acceleration has approached zero.
The two rates being those frequency vibrations which resonate with each other and the interface of the non-physical reality to.which it.has become entangled.
You conjecture that the universe behaves much like an atom and that in all possible universes tunneling is its bond and.occurs if.and.only.if the criteria for.the previous conjecture has been met.
You think to yourself if.eyes are windows to.the soul then neutrons are the window to everything that exists. You conjecture that the nucleus of all atoms provide an.interface to all possible universes, access occurs only in those states whose frequency vibration allows sharing of electrons with spins that satisfy a valance bond structure yielding orbital hybridization.
After awhile you cross your legs and out of convenience or to minimize effort you flip over.the open book and balance its spine or, rather, its fold of the pages upon your legs.
Immediately you note how the fold looks much like a wave to you, at.the same time you cognize that the reality must be that it is both at the same time. Even the sharpest of blades are rounded and smooth when examined closely.
What a cryptic thought. What does it mean that even the sharpest of blades are rounded and smooth? You recognize this as a boundary. A fuzzy boundary. An entanglement of two worlds. Perhaps, it is the interface of the physical with the non-physical? 99.999% empty space you think to yourself. You conjecture that the universe itself is 99.999% empty space and what we see of.it is but a reflection of this binding, this entanglement. Particles and waves observing each other. An eternal hug giving rise to time and space.
When you flip your book back over you notice how the fold connects the fabric of two sides. The folds of.the page are convex towards the center while sloping down and away and.then up again into a slight curl. You notice a merging of the concave with the convex. Its boundary is fuzzy yet you know it exists but.where? You cognize that it is the location of two rates and that the precise location at which the two merge would give an acceleration of zero. The inflection point of time and space. The point that has no point and the wave which has neither time nor space. You conjecture that this is the.interface, but not the interface itself but.the boundary, the tunnel of entanglement that is neither physical nor non-physical. You conjecture that in all mergings which contain non-physical and physical boundaries the approach which gives rise to partial physicality are those which occur at the inflection point with rates whose acceleration has approached zero.
The two rates being those frequency vibrations which resonate with each other and the interface of the non-physical reality to.which it.has become entangled.
You conjecture that the universe behaves much like an atom and that in all possible universes tunneling is its bond and.occurs if.and.only.if the criteria for.the previous conjecture has been met.
You think to yourself if.eyes are windows to.the soul then neutrons are the window to everything that exists. You conjecture that the nucleus of all atoms provide an.interface to all possible universes, access occurs only in those states whose frequency vibration allows sharing of electrons with spins that satisfy a valance bond structure yielding orbital hybridization.
