"Yet it's only a moment and a little time for a man who can fly. A clock the size of Texas, and another the size of Liechtenstein, and a third the size of a little child’s
hand all work at the same rates. 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 ear
twice. "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."
"Allumez le feu", retorted Newton. "Even dwarfs and the inane started small."
"Sometimes if there arises a feeling of angst, or 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 and quantity over quality. Even 'in the embers of all things their primordial form exists'.
Not from the 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."
"Delightfully 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"?
"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 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.
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 while
goes by, the Earth is a universal atomic clock in the middle of all that code.
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 from 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 into 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)
"What odd vanity this is becoming. This is insane. 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 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 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 two days?"
"There's 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.
"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 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. Eldritch-of-the-Way, that
would be perfect for you."
"Yes, small favors hear me roar". There was an almost bizarre growl that emanated from his throat.
"You haven't lost your pot
of gold from too much rambling philosophy have you?" Newton asked.
"No, accidents and
ways home are many, but it should be just where I left it, so 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
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
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."
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
"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"?
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."
"Whose 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, 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, 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."