only a moment and little time for a man who can fly. A clock the size of Canada, another the size of Liechtenstein, and a third for a little child’s hand all work at the same rates. Miraculum orbis universali, of course, 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 globe, 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, bit the end of his tongue, pulled his ears, and rubbed his eyes. "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, achingly pitiable, allumez le feu", retorted Newton snobbishly. "Even dwarfs and the inane would start so small as a little spark
of vanity. Vanitas vanitatum, must it always be so?"
"Sometimes there arises
that feeling of angst, on the nail or dot, an anguish in chemical perdition," continued the leprechaun, "from alchemy or boredom, perhaps the strangeness of secret society evolution, spirits and a haunting not just for you. See these people" he said, pointing
to the crowd with a nod. "Many here are as remotely configured and inclined at the food court as they are at home or on TV: 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.
know, the math of the cosmos is logic universal, yet not from priority of size, not from quantity over quality. Substance is quality first, of course, as even 'in the embers of all things their primordial form exists'.
Not from hugeness of big numbers anything categorical makes sense. Logic is essential in the qualities and points. The elements from the beginning, in the first
step before multiplication in properties and relations, 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 falls around the Earth. If it were twice the size and the orbit the same circle, it would still be in sequence around the Earth."
"Delightfully appropriate" laughed Newton uncomfortably. "The sun, O the sun, everywhere bright to see, hot as 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 sunbeams 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 not. No, no. Not so, more like a diamond."
Newton became distracted, as if for a spell, not thinking what he could be saying, and it seemed strange that sometimes there
appeared little sparkles reflected in the leprechaun's beard. Eyeing the peculiar little crystallized lights, he said, "that could be, as you live in your own little world for free, if science were as easy as elvish lectures."
Qui cantat audit, the singing voice understands, and he felt suddenly like a karaoke freestyle, like it never rains in Southern California, but
was almost too loud. "O the merrry metals and carbon like ice. Money, money, money, and diamonds in the rough. Kaleidoscope
weather's so nice precise nice in Southern California, or whatever it was". He abruptly stopped his tune. "Hooly Boo incantations," he concluded. "Are those diamonds in your beard"?
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, spherical too, and the only one that it is in total by all parts, being such as it is in complete occurrence: a thing that can be subsumed in time only in unique numbers, if
very long arrow codes, still one at a time. For any given hour and day, as all the while goes by, all the time's around the earth at once, where events are fulfilled in circular patterns, and the Earth is a universal atomic clock in the middle of all that
"What a species count and fantastic piece of space it is", remarked Newton.
"Yes, and the greatest length must have a midpoint, which must also be toward the center, since there is no length greater in any direction, and that center happens to be the Earth."
"Oh, yea," said Newton, "the rain in Spain stays mainly on the plain".
"Every plurality's 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 formally 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 from 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, to delineate 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
it would all be so well accounted for, everything is as it is and some what kind. Infinity just behind the clock or outside the door", answered Newton.
figure of time as well as the cosmos is in the round seal of the aspects", answered the leprechaun.
"What odd vanity this is becoming. Is this not insane? How big is an ultimate circle indeed? And what should it be? People will think I'm crazy! It must be the mercury," Newton replied,
looking again at his hands.
"A divine proportion comes from three and what what kind,"
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
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 out and away in even calm planes, then back again in circles. He
could have been a midget Burt Lancaster for a moment 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 too almost everywhere. There must be ontology, and predicables, of course."
"Predicables," thought Newton out loud. With his right index finger in some pointy tension on his lip, he was looking at the leprechaun
affirmed the wee one.
"What's your name then"? asked Newton.
"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 see Elvis again faintly through the windows and cubby walls at Graceland. "Have I not seen you before?" he asked, "before so lately?"
"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 necessarily so huge to be what they are? 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? Harmony or any other compostion cannot be in a state other than the elements out of which
it arises. And the entire wheel of the cosmos is inescapably elemental, so 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?
the property of the cosmos is essentially small, in the way that it is enough room for a notebook and some thoughts. In fact, about 85% less than Copernicanism, as finite for distinctions as a bushel of 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, since it's only composed of elements, and the elements are not big."
"Yet sometimes they may be overstrained 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 strangely 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, as with logical priority the cosmos is in quality of 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 celestial gods used it to arrange the constellations, where a given type of angle is the same in space for a point, no matter extent. A given type of figure is the same detail of proportions, no matter
the scale for the specific combination. The combination to a code is the same like a crystal seal of aspects."
"No matter your strange lengths of concealment, I can see now that once upon a time you must have been a toy shop engineer, downsized by too little redundancy in the markets".
"Maybe that was it, close enough for government work, but
"Yet scaled model-craft secrets go with you still, oh,
ha, ha, ha, scala leprechaunorum. Sometimes such long lines at the post office too, 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, 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. For 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 at that point of discussion to see the way he gave Sir Isaac the straight-up middle finger.
The bird all the way from Saturn and the Oakland Raiders, but there it was, such an ugly gesture, as though a doctor could prick it to draw blood.
"The Saturn finger", he intoned. "A sign of restrictions, also ironic 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; each of the five Platonic solids is the same, one to one, no matter the size, the same with the cosmos."
madness for such crackers"? exclaimed Newton.
"All's well that ends well, so the proportion, but heliocentrism not so. No, no, totally mixed up rather, as much as most
to least and vice versa. So bad out of sorts, it's off the chain, insane in the membrane."
"You rude little man", said Newton.
"It touches us both," he laughed. "The web of life's a mingled yarn, good and ill together, but it would be very bad luck indeed, impossible for geometry, even for the bedeviled loss of
it all, if the earth were revolving to orbit the sun."
Newton looked about to find again his sense of atmosphere, to conclude his way with another affect of examined composure. "If I should suffer more from imagination than from reality, that's still been enough with due measure from you, now
good day". With these words he took his bags and walked away.