"Yet only a moment and little time for a man who can fly. A clock the size of Texas,
another the size of Liechtenstein, and a third the size of a little child’s hand all work at the same rates. Miraculum orbis universali, no matter the size, stopped clocks always have the right time at least two times a day, worldwide.
Like the celestial degrees, minutes, and seconds of arc around the world, and out into space, the hours, minutes,
and seconds of clocks on the wall are in stereo."
Newton scratched his head. He rubbed
his chin and pulled at his ears at least twice, then scratched his head again. "Could I be hallucinating"? he wondered, then looking at his hands. "Is this an apparition from too much mercury"? He thought he heard another voice say, "quam quod ridiculus
hic esse," and looking around to see from where, saw only the leprechaun.
"Am I hearing things?"
he asked aloud.
"In stereo, not meaning loud or anything to do with HBO, but
from the Greek 'stereos', meaning 'solid' or 'complete', which means this is not an illusion. It's real and in common."
"You ponied sprite, an apparition of madness."
"No,
no," answered the leprechaun, smiling and winking up at him in his eldritch way. "Aeque pars, ligni curvi ac recti, valet igni."
"Oh, va de l'avant, allumez le feu", retorted Newton. "Even dwarfs and the inane start so small. Must it always be so?"
"Sometimes there arises a feeling of angst, on the nail or dot, an anguish in chemical perdition," continued the leprechaun, "from alchemy or boredom or the strangeness of secret society
evolution, a haunting not just for you. See these people", he said, pointing to the crowd with a nod. "Many here are as remotely inclined at the food court as they are at TV: most of them anyway, high handicappers, even a mumbling roar against reality."
He bowed the head and took off his hat. "Pauper sum", he declared, hat over heart, tiny bells ringing.
"Pateor, fateor, quod Dii dant fero(4), but our conversation is not psychosis from alchemy, or your poison mercury. Not even if you smoked a Rubik's cube.
As you know, the math of the cosmos is logical and universal, yet not from priority of size, not from quantity over quality. Substance is quality first, as even "in the embers of all things their primordial form exists'.
Not from hugeness of big numbers that anything categorical makes sense. Logic is essential in the qualities and points.
The elements from the beginning, before multiplication in properties and relations, and the essence of good sense are at work in the quality over the quantity. The incredible hugeness of big numbers doesn't make anything logical or valid in truth.
Certainly not adverbs, where, for instance, the first what of the sun is not how big,
but the simple essential operation: like sunshine where and the way it goes around the Earth. If it were twice the size or heat, and the orbit the same, it would still be in sequence around the Earth."
"Delightfully appropriate" laughed Newton uncomfortably. "The sun, everywhere
bright to see, and hot; O the sun, one size fits all, but the rain everywhere dark and cold. Let's hope for Sunny days then as well as so much money as it could take for all gifts".
"If there's a reason for understanding cosmology, sunbeam, and the nature of time and space," countered the Leprechaun, "it's not from priority
of incredible size and gigantic numbers, spread over vast astronomical distances, but first the priority of angles and aspects objectively, like essential properties of parallel and actual perspective. The cosmos is not a blob or a heap, of course. No, no.
Not so, more like a diamond."
Newton became distracted, as if for a spell, and
if it seemed strange that sometimes there appeared sparkles reflected in his beard. Eyeing the peculiar little crystallized lights, he said, "that could be, as you live in your own little world, like diamonds in the rough if science were as easy as elvish
lectures for free."
He felt suddenly like a karaoke freestyle but was almost too loud, "O the merrry metals and carbon like ice. Money, money, money, and kaleidoscope weather's so nice, or whatever it was. Hooly Boo incantations" he concluded. "Are those diamonds in your beard"?
"Numbers themselves represent not only quantity but quality, and are finite, of course. As much as the way we know the names
and values, if one said, they 'are the universal language offered by the Deity to humans', maybe so, and they count also with location. From place and value, to place and time, and as many places and times as there are, no congregation of fools adds to infinity,
'consequently, neither will an infinite multitude exist.'
That way the cosmos is finite
too. The cosmos is spherical, let me say, the one that it is in total by all parts, being the only one that it is in complete occurrence. Such a thing can be subsumed in time only in unique numbers, very long arrow codes. One at a time, for a given hour and
day, as all the while goes by, the Earth is a universal atomic clock in the middle of all that code.
Every plurality is unique, and natural motion cannot take place in an instant. Rather the instance is always between instants, even where aspects represented in time are universal, and formlly can characterize motion as closely to
an instant as possible. If someone said he had the fastest fastest arrow, with which to tell the passing universal atomic clock time of Earth, and of the cosmos, in half a half a half a second sooner than the best available time up 'til then, in the fastest
fraction, it could be possible. But if he got better and better at it, whittling the half a half a half a seconds down to quarters of those, and then littler and littler fractions of a moment, even in eighths of eighhts at the end, he would very soon be left
with only another instance of an aspect of the clock on the wall.
That's what's happening with nanoseconds, one billionth of a second, like 10 to negative 9; and attoseconds, one billionth of a billionth of a second, like 10 to negative 18.
The greatest efficiencies of speedy divison always end in another boundary set from the formal circle
of degrees. From any clock, and the days under Heavens in motion up above, nanoseconds increased by nanoseconds end in an aspect, and a degree, bounded out of one of 360 in 3-D. That's only what they're aiming at to begin with.
Even if it seemed the time of movement could be continually diminished yet there is no minumum other than the aspect. In
other words, there's a permanent sort of mathematical density hidden within logic, even in the sublime, such that there's always already a type of situation density in the aspects or motions, and of any figures within a circle.
And everything can fit in a circle. One form by all parts, as much as anything in the efficiency of a sphere.
The Germans would call it necessity. One said, 'we must admit that there is a kind of circle from which it seems there is no escape'."-5
"What odd vanity. Is this not becoming insane? How big is an ultimate circle indeed? People will think I'm
crazy! It must be the mercury," Newton replied, looking again at his hands.
"A divine
proportion comes from three," said the elf, "and as x^2 + y^2 = 1, there must be a center, as much as there must be one in the middle. Every aspect has its angle, with axis and center, and as every to all, and all to one, all things must have a center, even
the extremes, since the center must exist".
He skipped a jig and made a magic throw
for lucky charms. His hands made the splash. "Throw a stone into a river, and the circles that propagate themselves are the beautiful type of all influence.-6 Domus parva quies magna. That way," he said, spreading his hands away in even calm planes, then back
in circles. He could have been waxing the hood of a car. "Domus parva quies magna."
"We should prefer things in measure to things in excess, but how have I seen you twice in these two days?"
"There's no reason to feel strange about that. Mere coincidence, perhaps with a little curiosity. It follows us both and
others almost everywhere. There must be ontology, and predicables, of course."
"Predicables."
"Predicables."
"What's
your name then"? asked Newton.
"Empidonax".
"Empidonax, I'd have thought more
like Elvis or Stockfish. Are you not following me?"
"Don't be paranoid. What plays in Vegas, stays in Vegas, but if you're lost, this is to say like an elephant in a bird cage, the size of the cosmos
does not have priority over the quality of aspects, and three prime aspects of its character overall are 1.) the Earth's not moving 2.) the natural order of the universe is finite 3.) the earth's the only one in between every constellation of the ecliptic
and all the stars and ends of Heaven all the time."
Newton thought he had déjà
vu and could Elvis see through the windows and walls at Graceland. "Have I not seen you before?" he asked.
"Who would remember?" he said, and "how does anybody say that the cosmos is bigger than the elements, and that the elements in their turn are huge?
Atoms are gigantic? They are not. Atoms are so tiny. They're as miniscule as the littlest math particles.
How could anybody say that the cosmos is bigger than the table of elements of which it's composed? The entire wheel of the cosmos is inescapably elemental, and how could it have extension beyond the elements, that are the very aspects of
its code?
How would
anybody say that the elements are the elements according to anything other than their type and quality? Yet who would imagine that the elements in total extension are not as big for a sum as the cosmos?
Therefore, the property of the cosmos is essentially small. In fact, about 85% less than Copernicanism. As finite for distinctions
as a mustard seed, the priority has already been set in the seal of it, the point not the size. It's quality, shape, and proportion over quantity. After all, it's only composed of elements, and the elements are not big."
"Yet sometimes they may be strained to the ends", said Newton. "If you and the elements could buy a kingdom only for a shetland
pony, not a horse, how wonderful it would be."
"Small favors hear me roar".
"Eldritch-of-the-Way, that would be perfect for you. You haven't lost your pot of gold from too much rambling have you?" Newton asked.
An almost bizarre growl came emanating from the leprechaun's throat. "No," he said, "accidents and ways home
are many, but it should be just where I left it, far away in another place. Nobody from NASA will find it there."
Newton looked away and cupped his ear. "Do I hear the bleatings of an idiot as the little voice of many waters in the fountain at the mall?"
The leprechaun could not help grinning,
"and would it be that gold is gold, only when more than a particle? Any aspect, however vanishing, in gold is gold, even if by the slightest modicum.
A collection of aspects in a diamond are the same no matter the size, and the logical priority of
the cosmos is not in size, but in quality. Value before extension, as they say over the rainbow at Christmas. A dodecahedron the size of Texas is a dodecahedron, as well as another the size of a sand pebble.
The gods used it to arrange the constellations, where a given type of angle's the same in space for a point, no matter extent. A given type
of figure's the same detail of proportions, no matter the scale for the specific combination. The combination to a code's the same no matter how many or the lengths of concealment: like a crystal seal of aspects."
"Now I can see once upon a time you must have been a toy shop engineer, downsized by redundancy in the markets, yet scaled
model secrets go with you still."
"Maybe
that was it, close enough for government work, but Season's Greetings".
"Scala
Leprechaunorum. Sometimes such long lines at the post office, over the holidays, and you the picture of a stamp. Splendid dreams to see how you survive at the mall every Christmas."
Even though there was nothing that funny, other than a strange feeling of confusion, Newton laughed himself out of his mind, oddly, for a moment, and stumbled back into the "Crepes Shack"
cart. He thought he heard a cell phone ringing, not his.
"Pigmy Sprite, it must be your phone, who's calling now?"
"That's not mine" said the leprechaun, "but don't knock the cart over. And you know what they say about furniture?" he asked.
"What"? managed Newton, who seemed to have lost his teeth.
"That no matter how big and expensive it gets, or small the people who use it, it's all always for situations only in 3-D."
"The cavernous midget of letters with keys to the abyss and a lost chair of philosophy. Where did you go to
school, illiterate Ireland in the middle ages? All this to tell me Aristotle would be a father to leprechauns, and the sun orbits the earth?
When will ye go back to your little desk at the North pole"?
The leprechaun looked wryly amused, and it was almost a shock to see at such a point of discussion the way that he gave Sir Isaac the straight-up middle finger, the bird, all the way from
Saturn, and the Oakland Raiders. But there it was as though a doctor could prick it to draw blood.
"The Saturn finger", he intoned, "a sign of restrictions, also ease of aboriginal government, as you know from chiromancy and the arcane arts."
"Oh,
pleasant", said Newton.
"If the C.I.A. could put the genetic code to Johnny Cash's in a tiny quasi-invisible pin, there it is; and each of the five Platonic
solids is the same, one to one, no matter the size, and the same with the cosmos."
"Whose madness for such crackers"? exclaimed Newton.
"All's well that ends well, but heliocentrism's totally mixed up, as much as most to least and vice versa. Out of proportion so bad, out of sorts, it's off the chain, insane
in the membrane."
"You rude little man", said Newton.
"The
web of life's a mingled yarn, good and ill together, but it would be very bad luck indeed, and impossible for geometry, even for the bedevilment of all of it, if the earth were revolving to orbit the sun."
Newton looked about to find again his sense of atmosphere, then
concluded his way with examined composure. "If I should suffer more from imagination than reality, that's still been enough with due measure from you, now good day."