Thursday, May 3, 2012

Hello Crassness My Old Friend/Dick


Let's start by writing whatever I feel is interesting.

What started the Big Bang? That's something I hope to get a greater understanding of as time goes by, I'm easing myself into it. Something from Nothing is a book by Lawrence Krauss that I'm told explains in great detail a solid theory on the subject.

I think it's amazing so far, partly because it involves anti-matter, something I was absolutely obsessed with in high school. I used to go around telling everyone I met how neat I thought it was. I liked to think about anti-planets, and anti-galaxies, and anti-me and anti-Bill O'Reilly, anti-cake. The thing that intrigued me the most though, was the idea of a fuel source that was 100% efficient. When anti-matter collides with matter, they are annihilated in equal parts. That means that if you have 1kg of all-Australian made, true (fucking) blue, white sugar in one hand and 1kg of malevolent nega-sugar in the other hand and put them together then you'd have nothing left but pure energy. Nothing, zilcho. Although the fundamental flaw with this analogy is that you are most likely also a matter-made person and would have annihilated yourself the moment you came into contact with this anti-stuff.

Anywhys.

So this Krauss dude used this knowledge to logically explain the question 'If there was nothing before the Big Bang, what created the Big Bang?'

It is common knowledge sown into all of us from a young age, that you cannot get something from nothing, and we see evidence of this every day in our lives. You don't create food from nothing, you cook it from ingredients. You don't summon an automobile from the fiery depths of the astral-mobile plain, we get Koreans, Germans and Japanese to make it from minerals that are ripped from the Earth, and of course those minerals themselves were forged in stars from Hydrogen atoms. So it's natural to be very skeptical about this being anything but an unbreakable, fundamental physical law. It's extremely counter-intuitive to think of something coming out of nowhere.

That's what makes quantum physics so fucking cool and exciting! Shit don't give a fuck what you think. It do what it want. There are simple metaphors to help us get a grasp on certain concepts, but for the most part, probability fields, expansion of space, dark energy, these are things that are beyond our field of perception, we haven't evolved with the capacity to view them, how can you expect them to make perfect sense to a little squishy pink biped like you? You fucking brainless twat. I fucking hate your guts, I hope you die.

Krauss said we should think about that act of antimatter-matter annihilation, matter becomes pure energy, energy dissipates until it is nothing, and now reverse that process. Start with nothing, get energy that turns into matter and anti-matter.

"But Ryan! That's reversing the passage of time! Time doesn't go backwards, you cock-sock! I hope your testicles get chewed off by hungry dolphins!"

Well, you'd be right, hungry dolphins will eat anything. But more importantly, you're wrong about time. I'd like people to correct me here if i'm wrong, because from this point on I'm really speculating. From what I understand about entropy, the arrow of time is not an arrow, it's more of a tendency. It's is significantly more likely that time will move forward, but for it to do otherwise is not impossible. The idea is that if you open a bottle of Diet Vanilla Coke (Satisfy Your Curiosity), the gas molecules spread out in random directions to conform to the density of the air around them, but it is not theoretically impossible for all the molecules to simultaneously reverse their direction and head back into the bottle, it's just highly improbable. The same can be said about a Big Bang. It is so very unlikely for energy to come from nothing instead of nothing coming from energy, but given enough chances it has to be possible.

I'm aware this raises more questions than it solves, which I personally think is the fucking excellent thing about it. I feel that indicates it's a step in the right direction. I'm reminded of a Bruce Lee quote:

There are no limits. There are only plateaus, and you must not stay there, you must go beyond them
I think that's also excellent. This gives a good indicator that The Big Bang isn't yet our plateau, there's another mountain beyond that, and I find that very exciting.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

I'll eat when I'm done

I believe I'm without free will... But I still converse on people's intentions and decisions... But my conversations are still just the playing out of an initial universal action, my interest in free will whether I believe in it or not is present and always will be because it is not subject to my will.

Today my hand looks older than usual.

We're aware of the dimensions that exist, we know space and time are relative. We know every instant has, does and will exist. Us being alive or dead is no different dimensionally than us being at the movies or being in the shower, yet we never include this knowledge in our language. It's as though we're aware of the next great step in our genetic evolution, but we're incapable of actually experiencing it. It seems such a difficult idea to grasp, unprecedented. If a chimpanzee was aware of how to create weapons and how to use them, how could he not be capable of making and using them?

The only answer I've found to all this questions plaguing me recently is to be satisfied without one. That is such a monumentally difficult task when this question presents itself in every situation you're faced with in life. Even this act of typing: I'm not really choosing to do this, this is just the way things have always been. I can't not type this, and even if I theoretically didn't, that would of been the way it always was. I'm a character in a novel, open it anytime you like and it will always be the same story.

This can only end how it always ended.


Thursday, July 8, 2010

Never ever, ever, ever say what you're thinking.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

I am intrinsically no good, I have a heart that's made of wood

Rhymes in the spirit of 'Rhyme Week'.


Apathetic Stupids


And to what?

Seemingly no end
A needy friend
To chew on the left overs
On the legs of cobras

An over-dissonant choir of stupids
Whispering to their own personal cupids
Humming in tune
To the rambling loon
Who asks what it is
That makes us all need futons

A kick in the face
Or
A delightful taste
In your mouth
Or
Something sailing south
Without which we would
Settle sinister sequestrations
Without a doubt.


To Summarise

I creased my jaw
In thought
Of what it is
That makes this
So sumptuous
Voluptuous
Contemptuous
And downright silly


The Dangers of Religion

I winked at an old hag
She hit me with her handbag
I gave her religion, money, and love
And she slapped me with her glove
I severed both her lungs
And sung
In the devil's tongue
And then I was hung
Oh what fun.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

What I see on the bus

This middle-aged woman on the bus listening to pod-ballads on her iPod and grinning stupidly at the baby with the long head. Kid must get it from it's mother. She looks like she could kiss her partner on the lips and still see over the top of him.

This one guy with white well-groomed hair seems just bored with life. He's interlocking his fingers in impatient anticipation of opening the fridge and grasping a bottle between them.

Oh wait, the middle-aged woman with the stupid grin is wheeling around her own little flesh ball. What's so special about long-face then?

There are only three people on this bus that aren't wearing headphones...

Now she's pulling faces at it, trying to confuse and amuse it. "Where did your face go? Oh it's behind your hands, I see what you did there. Ah yes, that's your tongue pursed between your lips, quite comical." The parents must be uncomfortable on the verge of frightened.

I wonder what they're all listening to...

I know two people on this bus.
One who is a friend of a friend.
One who I... Uhh... Hmm.


Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Algebraic

I feel most inspired introverted in Maths. No one to talk to, not enough to occupy my mind (mostly due to my lack of involvement in my classwork). Consider this my inner workings of thought... or something. Notice it isn't all original.

I lay back after seven
Remove the last hypnotist
Just how tall do you want this building?
Unnecessary box.

"I am allowed to hate you aren't I?"
"You're allowed to hate the whole world, but you will struggle finding anything to gain from it."

I want to draw tears from their eyes
There is a time for Math
And a time for Music
But how can you possibly tell the two apart?

Grand romantic gesture
Buy plywood today
Then
Break it
Fix it
Flower lock and key
It is what I am doing
Part macief.

What Fred must think...

IDONOTKNOWHOWTOListen28

There is no true cleanser.

Love is not equal to Lust.
Love is greater then Lust.
Lust divided by Love equals Lust times Love divided by Serendipity.
Therefore Love times Lust to the power of minus one is equal to Lust times Love to the power of minus 1 divided by Serendipity times Love.
Therefore one over Serendipity times Lust times Love squared is equal to one over Love times Lust.
Therefore one over Serendipity times Love squared is equal to one over Love.
Therefore one over Serendipity is equal to Love.
Therefore a portion of Love equivalent to the the value of Serendipity is Serendipity.

Words.
The more you write the greater your mind.
The more you mind the greater you write.
Finish their sentences for them.

I enjoy the act, but it's not something I wish to associate myself with.

Tell a dead man how to die.

Dead waters rise higher than your mind.

Dripping words.
Chalking falls from the walls.
Of a hell you could not of wept.

It has to encompass everything.
Everything that has been, is, and will be,
And will take it into space.

Will work through text book...How do you get out

FISH'Y FISH'Y Y'HSIF Y'HSIF

Many cryptic crosswords sound like poetry.
Poetry is generally cryptic writing.
Poetic crosswords.
These are lies.

1.Want 2.You 9.Of 3.To 7.Remind 8.Me 4.Hold 5.Us 6.Entwine 10.Everything

I take it back, I take it back, keep my name out of your mouth. Spare me, save my face. Spare me, save my face.

I wrote you a song once, may you never.
Virgin?