"Yet it's only a moment and a 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.
And 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 his ears at least twice, and 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. You're an apparition of madness."
no, of course not" answered the leprechaun, smiling and winking up at him in his eldritch way. "Aeque pars ligni curvi
ac recti valet igni."
"Donc, donc, allumez le feu", retorted Newton. "Even dwarfs and
the inane start so small. Must it always be so?"
"Sometimes if there arises
a feeling of angst, or anguish of chemical perdition," continued the leprechaun, "from alchemy or boredom or the strangeness of secret society evolution, it's a haunting not just for you. See these people", he said, pointing to the crowd with a nod. "Many
here are as lost at the food court as they are on 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 a 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, not from a priority of size, of course, not from quantity over quality. Even 'in the embers of all things their primordial form exists'.
Not from hugeness of big numbers is it that anything categorical makes sense, for 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,
therefore, are at work in the quality over the quantity. The incredible hugeness of big numbers doesn't make anything logical or valid in truth.
For instance, for science, the first what of the sun is not how big it is, but the most simple and essential operation: where and the way it's going around the Earth every day. If it were
twice the size, and doing the same, it would still be orbiting the Earth."
appropriate for all, one size fits all then" laughed Newton uncomfortably. "Sunny days as well as money for all gifts. The sun. The sun. O the sun."
"If there's a reason for understanding cosmology, and the actual nature of time and space," countered the Leprechaun, "it's not from a priority of incredible size and gigantic numbers, spread over
vast distances, but the priority of understanding angles and aspects objectively, like essential properties of parallel and actual perspective. The cosmos is not a blob or a heap. No, no. Not so, more like a diamond."
Newton became distracted, if for a spell, if it seemed strange that sometimes there appeared sparkles reflected in his beard.
Eyeing the peculiar little crystallized lights, he said, "that could be, like diamonds in the rough, as you live in your own little world, if science were easy elvish lectures for free."
He felt suddenly like a karaoke freestyle but was almost too loud, "O the merrry money metals and carbon like ice. Kaleidoscope weather's so nice, or whatever it was. 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 time, to place and time, and as many places and times as there are, no congregation of fools adds into infinity, 'consequently, neither will an infinite multitude exist.'
That way the cosmos is finite too. The cosmos is spherical, let me say, and the cosmos is the cosmos in one total by all parts, being the only one that it is in complete occurrence. Such
a thing can only be subsumed in time one unique number and very long arrow code at a time. For a given hour and day, as all the whiles goes by, the Earth is a universal atomic clock in the middle of all that code.
And natural motion cannot take place in an instant, but an aspect represented in time is formally universal, and can
characterize motion as closely to an instant as possible. If someone said he had the fastest fastest arrow, with which he could 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 of a second, it could be possible. But if he got better and better at it, whittling the half a half a half a seconds down to quarter seconds of those, and then littler and littler fractions of a moment, 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 the 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.
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. As much as anything, 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)
odd vanity this is becoming. This is insane. How big is a circle?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, of course, 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 corny 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
no reason to feel strange about that. Mere coincidence, with a little curiosity. It follows us both, of course, and others almost everywhere. There must be ontology, and predicables."
"What's your name then"? asked Newton.
"Empidonax, I'd have thought more like Elvis. 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, that like an elephant in a bird cage, the size of the cosmos does not have priority over the quality of its 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 every constellation of the ecliptic and in between all the stars and ends of the Heavens all the time."
Newton thought he had déjà vu and could see through the windows and walls at Graceland. "Have I not seen you before?" he asked.
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 miniscule as the littlest math particles.
How could anybody say that the cosmos is bigger than the table of elements? The cosmos is not bigger than the
elements of which it's composed. The entire wheel of the cosmos is inescapably elemental, and how could the cosmos ever 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 95% less than Copernicanism. As finite for distinctions as a mustard seed, its priority has already been set in the seal of it, the point
not the size. It's in the 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."
"Yes, 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 philosophy have you?" Newton asked.
There was an almost bizarre growl 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 bleating 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 totally only by the slightest modicum.
A collection of aspects in a diamond are the same no matter the size, and the mathematical and logical priority of the cosmos
is not in size, but in quality of value. 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 of the Heavens, and a given type of angle's the same angle in space for a point, no matter the extension. 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 size or concealment: like a crystal seal of aspects."
"Now I can see that once upon a time you must have been a redundant toy shop engineer, then downsized by the markets, yet
the secrets of models and scales would go with you still."
"Maybe that was it, close enough for government work, but Season's Greetings".
"Scala Leprechaunorum and long lines at the post office over the holidays, with you the picture of a stamp. Splendid dreams to see how you survive
at the mall, and 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 my phone" 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 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 for a moment, 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 identical pattern, one to one, no matter the size, and the same with the cosmos."
madness for such crackers"? exclaimed Newton.
"They say all's well that ends well, but heliocentrism's totally out of proportion, as much as most to least and vice versa.
Mixed up so bad out of sorts, 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."