3-D in eight parts (do re mi fa sol la ti do)
"Hooray for Hollywood -- and talk to the hand," she said like a movie star. As a chimera or sweet tease, she could sing like diamonds, yet sometimes it was broken glass, blinding lovelies, then sharp notes of strangeness,
desolation almost intolerable, but "la dee da" she said out loud, "que sera, sera".
"I've been noticing gravity
since I was very young", she continued. "Does it matter? Humankind cannot bear very much reality anyway."
All of solid fire, gems and gold, not too poor for common sense, she would number every nerve as a miser counts his gold. Yet the tsavorite eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend. So
it goes, tout de même. That way, even if the talent would not know it, an acting career could be over, odds and ends, the whole thing flamed out when the phone does not ring as much as once upon a time.
Knowing the problem, they say, is the first step in evading it. After all, even for the appearance, the world of counsel and affiliation would go also
for an efficiency, at least where efficiency must work through matters, where the forms would lead to the ends, and so forth.
At the best or worst of it, therefore,
et cetera sometimes, like windows and doors as they were or ought to be, or perhaps are, or as they are said or thought to be; and eventually one must learn to live one's own destiny rather than struggling
along a path not truly home. Philosophers may remember that Montaigne said "my life has been filled with terrible misfortune, most of which never happended", and some less thoughtful say "why worry"?
Nietzsche thought that "hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the
torments of man". Ah so, torment, imitation, and shooting marbles may be by accident too or just the same thing, again, and mystics have said that everything that burns is not consumed. Like the ancient salamander, in the back of the store, California news
and television theme show music may come wafting in the air; chrysalis e pluribus unum, in the smoky spaces too, where endless masquerading and misery, in any case, can become a mystery.
"A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it,"-1 and so it goes that for the full round animation of fate and real estate, thoughts that drift away, rocky places, strange stories
and spies, deserts, bamboo rafts, rapids, steamboats, the movies, spooks, skeletons, costume parties, illusions, memories, apparitions, inner locutions, space ships, scandals, yearbooks, waterfalls, champagne cassis, smoke, wikileaks, asphodeline lutea (the
King's spear in the fields) and asphodelus albus, and the Asphodel Meadows of forgotten classics, et cetera, and everything about Halloween, Condé Nast, Jack Daniels, and ghosts, for instance, things are in need of only three dimensions, as
much as what, how how much, and why, why so.
To be sure, there are three elements in any proof, as description of such the
case, everything that is the case, comes by subject, attributes, and basic premises, and every demonstrative science has three components as well, as every demonstration proceeds through three terms: (1) that which it posits, as the subject genus whose essential
attributes it examines; (2) the so-called axioms, which are primary premisses of its demonstration; and (3) the attributes, the meaning of which it assumes.
Genus and species, like all forms, have a way of triple subsistence, even in the spirit of relation, as they are either prior to the many, or in the many, or posterior to the many, where all things persist threewise in the grain of
habitude. There is the question and answer, of course, and the descriptive parallel that runs along: and the normative in right or wrong.
After all, since no perfect imitation of a thing was
ever made by chance, can things which carry a mark of truth be only total accident? Hence do forgive the simple the simple happiness in events to unfold, to pass them by in such quietness, and try it at the ocean, in the wind, at the waves. "Vir sapiens non
abhorrebit veritatem", and three dimensions are enough for everything, for all roads and visitations, even among the living, and all the sunny windows at high school -- for all vectors, tensors, and vortices, and all of entertainment, and calling up
hosts of the dead out of their graves at the end of the world.
"Finis mundi felium mysterium, et cetera" was a graffito scrawled in the wall in an old Irish bar in Lagunitas, California. Sometimes some others may have read it, the end of the world as the mystery of cats. Like
smiles in the dust, and odds and ends, where do they come from and where do they go, to see in the dark and always land on their feet?
As the question of genus, also as what for in constant concurence, and where things fall, is predicated triply, the consideration by philosophers has been concerning the third. The difficulty is also explained by description, when they say
that genus is that which is predicated of many things differing in species, in answer to what a thing is, e. g. an animal, et cetera, or something alive as a cat, and also what sort and the type.
If difficult to obtain the friendship of a cat, for example, some would say it is because it is a philosophical animal that does not place its affections thoughtlessly. As that may be, it is nothing
to do with a 4th dimension. As much as deep thoughts and currents of air, the fitness of names and the sounds and words that go with them fall within the meaning, sense, and logic of space. Like Clavileño the Swift and Rocinante, "indeed there is a woundy luck in names and a main mystery", and a man should know where to find it, as things must have their own proper nature, their own permanent essence and sphere of relation, as much as this is this and
that is that.
How, how much, and where, besides motion, change, and ways of being affected, there are the five big T's in all philosophy
and metaphysics and benders, for any example to suffice, if appropriate, as they must say of this and that, or these and those, and them or the others. Them as they and even atomic theory is still full of figures. The atom in the void is directly figurative,
there, of course, with frequency, and form, since every quantum charge has a shape, at least for the pattern and any leap, wave, function, sign, or tendency, et cetera.
All have a count and every count a method and way of combination in magnitude. Every magnitude a circle and a doctrine that concerns things as well as signs, where perception leads again to memory, which
adds to experience and convinces understanding.
"Too weird to live, too rare to die!" she exclaimed in exasperation.
"If you're going to be crazy you'd better get paid for it or else they're going to lock you up." Ruby lips top a frown, and if words were not enough, the altered eye alters all and the desert silence all around. A pattern fills up the delicate joy and toil
of the needle too. Not just the void, it may come in waves like the sea -- or clouds across the moon.
They say the Chinese Emperor Kublai Khan offered an entire city in exchange
for a ruby of such generous size. Yes, center, radius, and curve account for everything.
Every great player
learns the two C's, concentration and composure, to foster where "the eye is the first circle; the horizon which it forms is the second; and throughout nature this primary figure is repeated without end."-2 Therefore, if infinity was a circle, it could be
that for the property involved the center was everywhere, and the circumference as imposible to find, hidden in the distance except for the likeness of sorts.
Looking and looking, as if there were a way of sorts to get out, or perhaps a better elaboration, sometimes it is not one thing but another,
where "the last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first".-3 Bud Collins, for example, felt that if someone were to play for his life, it would be Pancho Gonzales or another better fool in a fresh pair of sneakers. Someone who would really
go for it, like Tappy Larsen too, and the eccentricities, then there is the old story that never changes: everyone has heard it before, and in the four causes and operations of mathematics (only four, any either one of increase or decrease) there are only
three fundamental characteristics related together at work in quanta.
Like first light farthest east, in other words
like oriental signs ... deceptively simple if endlessly complicated, "beauty will save the world" not the newspapers, if we should all be so naive; and the mathematical procession of the math department proceeds in qualities and signs of singularity, duality,
and multiplicity, of course. Where a certain excellence of perfection in the proportion delights the mind, it seems there are three conditions too in integrity, unity, and clarity. Counting this, counting that, and the other in the numbers, as it only must,
wheretofore to say of things, that before now yet later what may satisfy the soul may frustrate the intellect, to reward some and drive others insane, is only fair. If improper to expect to understand everything at once, yet many things are obvious, like duality, or the next step, and the way of the circle make three. The mystery of three is so essential that it provides all that would be needed for the many and the one step beyond, as well as the excluded or non-excluded
middle; and the duality of three is peculiarly six: et cum grano salis dixerunt, "666", and, lo, the wake of the scaly toothsome dragon that foams in the prow of the ship.
So with one thing and then another history takes shape, where entity is the first principle, as spirit and procession; there is a process and then the voice, a conscious thing in the voiced vocalization
of triangles. There is a sense of transcendence and immanence in being, something sublime and ineffable, as it is true, of course, that fire-breathing dragons may still exist in fey caverns unknown. Hidden as much as honesty among friends, even from
the fall and the early poison to the Infant of Prague, the Bible and legend say that "many are called but few are chosen". So it is the case in discovery of many for as much as one, that it is enough to settle logic as logic, for any instance within the portrayal
of space and time.
Then to look at a host of points or any king in a line, or the question of natural succession in
events, as equity, "the weight of gold that Solomon collected yearly was 666 talents".-4 So from long ago it may be known fairly by government alphabet soup programs, and the division, addition, subtraction, and multiplication whereby they live, even as taxation
and inflation may increase, that the throne of the old three-to-one and one-to-three is so adequate and plain, for all the elements and kingdoms in circles, with all the science of numbers included, that
so it goes in acounting and counting and must go ad infinitum.
Like elderberry or any powerful plant ally,
ex abundantia cordis, os loquitur. Out of abundance from the heart, the mouth speaks. Something more, something less, or always the same, sometimes the potency may come from boredom, sometimes perhaps addiction or pain; yet the words and hauntings or occult
disturbances can be strange, if without a point. Peace of mind, however, could be in the mail, and "words are but the signs of ideas", of course, where there everywhere as always by one, two, and three the phenomena must be calculated.
So it goes, for example, the nearly lost words of an obscure Vesuvian fragment of vellum, in the Museum of Antiquities of Gyges de Mont-sur-Llydia,
as it goes, "batenim phenomena de rerum naturae ubique uni, duo, trinoque sunt et semper calculata ubi hoc". Where this, likewise, and Bucalino observed that the results of communication that surface among rich and poor, tamen illud potest esse, so much
as it can be for this or that assessment, harassment, value, or claim, and the gossip too, may sustain a market or a museum as well as a courthouse.
Trouble and broken things must be paid for even if only in the losses themselves. Yet better than extortion or blackmail, the treasured peace of coffee or tea, sometimes B & B, as it goes, experienced in discussions of meditation
and contemplation, cloistered between heart and mind, liver and soul, "possesses so much objective reality [i.e. participates by representation in so many degrees of being and perfection] that it must be held to arise from a course absolutely perfect."-5 Plus
there are still a few little ordinary comfortable things of the earth wiser than the wise and the money.
the lizard as well as the spider may be found in palaces, and the locusts swarm in bands but have no king. The rabbit who eats carrots and never needs glasses may live happily in brier patches or rocks; and the ant takes food for himself in the harvest;-6
and they all have an agreement, by nature at least, as they say, "verum et factum convertentur", as much as truth and what is made are inerchangeable.
Some would say that say Darwin historicized nature and Marx naturalized history. However, in spite of the natural simplicity of numbers and geometry, Marxist overgrowth and theories of the historical process, as well as physics, have created a world
of confusion in "n" dimensions. The situation today would amaze even Kepler, Galileo, and Newton. Along with discrediting the American Constitution, promoting the UN as the only hope for mankind, dominating the psychiatric profession, and promoting ugly art,
the over-mathematisation of physics has been a creeping communist and "scientific" materialist goal for many years now, even an agenda -- and heliocentrism has helped support that process, to the point that "ordinary mathematics is unable to satisfy the requirements
of present day physics."-7
Yet with the over-mathematisation of physics, "hath no man a house of good stone,
each block cut smooth and well fitting, that delight might cover their faces". With the over-mathematisation of physics, "hath no man a painted paradise on his church wall, harpes et luz or where virgin receiveth message and halo projects from incision. Rather
the line grows thick with no clear demarcation: and no man can find site for his dwelling. The strange math blunteth the adze and rusteth the chisel. It rusteth the craft and the craftsman. It gnaweth the thread in the loom and blunteth the needle in
the maid’s hand. Stonecutter is kept from stone, and azure hath a canker, while corpses are set to banquet"-8, for the strangeness of exaggerated numbers and arcana. Like old-time usury and Judeo-Masonic bombs let loose over monasteries and
cathedrals, it is a practical form of social abuse.
"1984", the phrase "2 + 2 = 5" was a favorite slogan of doublespeak that was used by the Party to establish its control over the people and their perception of reality. Not so unlike relativity and the 4th dimension, Orwell adapted the phrase from actual
Soviet Union propaganda where Stalin wanted to describe the five year plan. The communists used to say as an enthusiasm that they would accomplish production in four years that should take five. By controlling the perception and feeling of reality, the Party
would be able to dominate the public completely; and the common memory of the past, and awareness of the present, and the future, would be twisted to serve only the Party's self-serving and anti-heroic ends.
As O'Brien said to Winston, "there is a Party slogan dealing with the control of the past. Repeat it, if you please."
answered, "who controls the past controls the future; who controls the present controls the past."
Later O'Brien would say, "we, the Party, control all records, and we control
all memories. Then we control the past, do we not"? And in his cynical and painful words, to conclude the interrogation with Winston, he would say that if the Party says that 2 and 2 are not 4, but rather 5, that is the way it was, always is, and shall be.-9
Yet as much as poor tortured Winston, with blasted eye
sockets, black circles not ready to die, standing outside a broken phone booth, New World Order coins in hand, everybody knows that 2 plus 2 is 4 -- and 4 does not equal 5. Whether awake or dreaming, "it remains true that two and three make five, and that
a square has but four sides; nor does it seem possible that truths so apparent can ever fall under a suspicion of falsity or incertitude."-10 Four is four, not five, and math is only math, but the towering over-mathematisation of physics has been continually
growing, and growing, as physics has become more and more dependent upon the bizarre fate of mathematics and heliocentrism.
physicists have created a special theoretical mathematics for themselves which bears no relation to reality. As one of them put it, a "gulf in mathematics exists between theory and practice in mathematics itself. While mathematical theory is extremely
ramified and develops very rapidly and luxuriantly, mathematical practice ... scarecly moves forward at all ..."-11
Where Galileo in the 17th century theorized his erroneous law of falling bodies, with sophistries of the pendulum included, and that horizontal motion was independent of the vertical, and so forth, in the 20th century and beyond, the
gatekeepers of scientific materialism would keep up that there are 4th, 5th, and possibly "n" other dimensions in space of outer space. But like too many crummy "Notes From Underground", and complications for no good reason, the 4th dimension represents
a social distortion of mathematics and logic. Since it simply has been too bourgeois and cryptically trinitarian for the Grand Masters of relativity, deception, and liberalism to accept that the cosmos is actually 3-D, and that is just how it is, they must
try to find their escape.
Till they cage the sky, the sparrows will fly, but there is no escape if the numbers do not lie, that the straight line is the longest, that the whole is less than the
part, that 2 and 2 make 5 or maybe 13 instead of 4, and that division by zero makes any sense. Perhaps it is not so much better to expect nothing, nothing as nothing, and to wait for nothing, and want nothing, than to analyze the 4th dimension, since
the next step waiting mathematicae anyway is always one unit dimension mirrored in a process of three for one. And whoever really expects nothing from so many things must be an idiot.
It was the same way of simple unification in the 1951 movie "Follow the Sun" about golf legend Ben Hogan. "The only thing a golfer needs is more daylight", he said -- and
he hit a great number of shots and spent a lot of time in analysis to figure it all out, and the simplicity involved, even if it only was the "secret in the dirt".
With less good sense
of simplicity and physical intention, from his own half-baked work with parabolic curves, Galileo imagined that he had found some method to handicap reality and justify his game of Copernicanism, and his theory of universal gravitation out on the course.
Therefore, Galileo attempted to show as a law that the path a projectile follows should be a parabola, as a consequence of uniform acceleration due to gravity, rather than from the natural coincidence of the spherical curvature of space and the Earth.
Coincidence among things represents a wide range of significance,
of course, yet for the opinions and system of a "new science", that would have the Earth flying around the Sun, as it goes, any golf ball's flight would become a strange world within another strange world. Completely in denial of the classical theory of motion,
by contradiction it was teed up worlds away and worlds apart from reality. Since Galileo preferred to undermine the practical application of science apparent in impetus, momentum, virtue, assimilation, accommodation, and common sense alike, his theory
would help support the development of ridiculous conclusions, like the earth spins in space many speeds at once to orbit the sun because of "gravity".
Even if "all travel is circular"-12, Galileo's
fummdiddle work with curves would somehow tease some fools to believe that a parabola of relativity could lead to the 4th dimension too, or even "n" dimensions in space, as much as the center cannot hold where things fall apart. Possibly worse than the ghosts
of Euclid and Descartes, trapped in a haunted torture chamber, as if the presence of the presence in logic was made only for notes from underground, trouble, depression, and pain, people are still tempted to believe in it -- and that it (with such
wonderful freedom of rubbish and deception) could be up around the corner, just where it does not make any sense, except backwards, and for the parade of devils and dupes of Krampuslauf.
The human mind may wander in the seasons like a little bird, even as a measure of reality, as it happens to them from time to time to think diverse thoughts, like turtle doves, nuthatches, flychatchers, and pewees.
"There is nothing in the world better than birds", winging the flutter near and far, like goldcrests (regulus regulus) in the parallels and tessellations from microcosm to macrocosm, et cetera. Lovebirds, kestrels, finches, and chickadees, that fly across
countries and counties from sunshine to thunder or rain, the tweeting and the show must go on: and depending on weather and the vapors, perhaps Galileo Galilei under house arrest was not so far removed from Dostoevsky's angry man gone underground. If
one would consent to ruin, the other aspire to doom, they were both fine malcontents of record, perhaps even a communion of thorns, if not two peas in a pod ... and pity the pod.
Given a straight line and a point not on that line, there is only one other straight line also straight enough through such a little point, that exists in their plane of contention, or simple planed retension
by the three points, that also never intersects the other line. No matter how close and thorny things like that could get, so it goes ad infinitum, the law of parallel anon.
"No matter such confusions" ... and "as far as we know, every occupation has its repertoire of stock phrases", he said, one sourwit to the other, "but physics is becoming so unbelievably complex that
it keeps taking longer and longer to train a physicist. It takes so long to train one to the place where he understands the confusion that by then he's already too old to solve it.”
"Yes, and the causes of obscurity and confusion in the mind of man are three the same. Dull organs in the first place, secondly, slight and transient impressions made by objects, when the said organs are not dull. And thirdly, a memory
like a sieve, not able to retain what it has received."
"Indeed, three hundred deep as well as three, since there's no contact among numbers, only succession. As numbers are for everything, human nature
is the same in all professions, therefore, one must take care to look at the operations, of course."
can explain it? Man, in fact, is a comical creature", the other answered. "For instance, guilty as he was, Kostoyed from Dr. Zhivago was the only free man on the train. All the others were cattle, yet low as they were, they could still argue each other to
death or pieces about whether to trust the government."
"For another example," he continued "according to the theory
of Zeus at Mt. Olympus as it is in Siberia, one piece of pie is delicious, but fourteen, now that is disguting."
Zeus, of course, who often appears in the form of a bull, teaches that simplicity never uses a lot where a little will do. The gods teach simplicity, and "there seems to be a kind of comical jest in it all," the first one replied, rambling the narrative as
though lost and alienated in the cosmos as much as any crazy physicist who pretends that it makes any sense to say that the Earth revolves to orbit the Sun. He confessed the opinion that while repetition of sorts and imputed reputation are inevitable,
"mathematical certainty is, after all, something insufferable. Twice two makes four seems to me simply a piece of insolence. Twice two makes four is a pert coxcomb who stands with arms akimbo barring your path and spitting".
"With the ant-heap the respectable race of ants began and with the ant-heap they will probably end, which does the greatest credit to their good sense and perseverance.
But man is a frivolous and incongruous creature ... who has always been afraid of ... mathematical certainty,"-13 but not for the entertainments of television, the Gong Show, a smartphone and the circus.
"To have faith is to have wings", said Peter Pan, a regular icon, and "where fifty percent of something is better than one hundred percent of nothing, Chuck Barris could have been fleet commander on
There are three ways to finish a point in demonstration, dialectics, and persuasion, and one can repeat himself as many times, as may be necessary; and Captain Kirk for his part was
a man of faith and action also, with some multiplicative identity and potential among the stars. On starship expedition he spoke of space, even uncausable space perhaps, yet to circumstances causable, as "the final frontier", and eventually, in many cases,
he would say "beam me up, Scotty". He carried a special communicator that chirped for a ringtone, and at times it was almost a refrain, even of desperation, the way he would say, "beam me up, beam me up, Scotty."
Another starry-eyed pilgrim from cable TV, the wandering featherless biped (the zo-on politikon, ζωον πολιτικον) the political animal described by Aristotle
and Plato, would look for a place to rent and a career on the west coast, a pathway to success if not somewhere to play tennis, where the grass is always greener next door to a young nubile Cheryl Ladd. Then also it must be for lawn sports as well as skateboards,
hot dogs, condiments, and well kept sidewalks that we have cosmology of T.J. Hooker and the beach in Malibu, and many people on Facebook named "Jim", if not Pantagruel, like so many others. Sometimes it all adds up for contentment or cantankerous misery as
much as a special court order for bizarre house arrest in a studio apartment -- and the predicables of a spaceship under the stars.
"Take heed, K., for the wise may be instructed by a fool".-16
Coke bottle eyeglasses for idiots, imbeciles, or morons may be in demand, yet if the market tanks, and the landlord says the rent is late -- that he may have to litigate -- then the misanthrope’s corner
of Galileo and Dostoevsky's angry man gone underground could come alive again: for spirits, anguish, and spin, and even spit, to demonstrate a universal sign of broken bottles and protest at eviction. The human animal perceives in objects another dimension
of existence-in-itself; and a spiral and spin, even from the Leaning Tower of Pisa, casts its shadow over the Earth, not only for rent; and the anthropomorphismos, ανθρωπομορφισμός,
the shadow and nuisance of the eponymous principle is at war with himself. For when the cause of the complaint is uncertain, or so peculiar, a miracle alone can bring a cure.
However it goes,
as many states as there are in existence that would have themes, still many have no name or anthem, yet innovative circumstances could be invented, as much as the means, or the emotion, or the balance of the middle fiddle, which would be as praiseworthy as
tears and memory. How often it is that the people at the extremes would lay claim to the middle, to get a better hold, yet with regard to anger there is an excess and a deficiency besides the problem.
the mass anonymity of them broadcast as him, he discovers encrypted secrets of violence and betrayal on the surface and the underground. By him of him, by the bye, if for and against him, even from the caves or the courthouse, a sense of ambiguity mingles
with conviction. The Dolla' Lama knows it too, how a problem persists: si ea vult pacem, para bellum, if the country wants peace, prepare for war, and the receipt for 59 Tomahawk cruise missiles was maybe $832,000 each in early Spring of 2017.
About 50 million dollars, and is that really such a fair price, one may ask, where "cunning beyond fancy's dream is the fertile skill which brings him, now to evil, now to good?"-17 Thoughts may speak louder
than words but politics makes policy and point of view. The one with the advice may be held harmless with many, but not with others who are closer to the case. Wherefore, to be civil, set phasers on a strong stun and continue to wait for customer service and
the battlefront credit score.
The liability and the danger had to be close. The court docket and arbitraments would come smoky with elevator music and a touch of xanax. How do things change after
the fact? Does anyone know who or what, then how, and why? The Augustinian enthymeme of irritation, and the Scotch too to tranquilize the mind. The obscure yet hypo-manic shut-in, waiting there with TV remote control and carton of cigarettes, meditates over
his belly and the phases of the Moon that are all the same. Estranged under the canopy of stars, such a miserly cheese-pairing creature would be startled by himself in the shadows, as much as by physics; yet the unconstitutional jinx of a biased special prosecutor,
and the police in his sway, is enough to set anyone on edge.
Like some unexpected sign of fear and loathing stuck up among creatures, among ash trays, beer cans, and surfer magazines, he exercises
lingo. To be cool is cool, so cool as Elvis, to want a piece and fit in, and maybe go to the Moon, yet for all that why be stuck up among creation for no good reason?
Scaramouche he creaks
along, fingers and toes, fingers and toes, to stretch and scratch a little with the breeze. Salt and vinegar, with an exercise of mental faculty, an activity always masked, traced, and rooted three in one -- yet painfully warped and fractured in his way, like only half a broken circle, procedenti ab utroque, proceeding from another, where primordial Jupiter split him and his property in half like a sorb-apple harvested for pickling. Sub specie aeternitatis, under an appearance of eternity, from the beginning to end, he rolls down the hill like tumblers, going over and over, of all others the most curious round-knecked vehicle, smooth yet bumpy the ride. An afternoon delight
in the business of life, he passes grasshoppers and crickets: the strange results a memorial of the primeval knot, knitting the mineral, vegetable, animal within the spiritual and elemental. Ah, youth, summer breeze, then old age creaking along squeaky-wheel-gets-the-grease,
irons and Platonic solids in the fire, he sighs and sometimes with noticeable pains, et cetera.-18
Sometimes haltingly he leans against a background, already with a number of memories from the
memory of the time he felt he was there. Sentenced by the cosmos to be a 3-D contradiction in one, for better or worse, on strange nights he may hear the howls of execration. The path of what sameness bearing him along, quiddity in the big and little past,
and again already even a smatter of settled ways. A word in mere calculation, not only a surprise to bring together all the summits and summaries, and suddenly he begins again with momentous matters and fragilities.
Guilty as he may be for some radical contempt, or petty grievance, he also asks with cool cynicism, “what is truth, what is society, and who cares”? Why not the Reign of Terror as much as why? To plead the Fifth as well as not,
there is an ode to joy then a pitiful cry of angst. Only with himself first it goes, to build such a strange agglomeration of novus ordo continuations, where he discovers a place with no easy way out.
view of one of the strangest probations and portals of all creation, even if he goes underground from some necessity or skill, in the end it all could have been only a set-up, if not a bad dream.
Bithlo, Florida irredenta, one word to cover a world of thought, irredenta, or per misadventure after the bus races he was framed and stuck under a bridge. It was like sickle and hammer, the world communist conspiracy, a vortex over a cross. For few anywhere
are well-to-do even where freedom and property would be enjoyed by all. The poor bearded old man with a flat tire of the ages, and a real estate notebook of coastal Florida, alone and rejected as the wounds of a martyr ...
O miser Tantulus! Even where it was a mistake, not more than three lines can intersect at right angles just over or under one point, since it is the way things fit.
Even a friend of the people like Willie Nelson would warble and cry like a dog for legalization, to croon at the bar the social betters of marijuana. "Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage!
blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout"-19, he twitter-tweeted. Everywhere smoke has three dimensions, and cannot in any way have more.
Miraculum orbis universali. He left the bong in the van,
and the bag, if for a regal cinema crown ticket. For an old man stoned and obscure, stuck between Texas and California, there is a long line of traffic and smoke in the world of hope and self-affirmation. Movie tickets are expensive, and at the DMV some days some offices are better than others, some worse, almost as bad as it can get, yet the suffering in the joints and the rheumatism. An accident perhaps, due to the fact that the rich everywhere are few,
and the poor so numerous, at the DMV the law interposed and dangling in the waiting line is nearly a vehicle and a pit.
The perfect spectator amused at particle and wave, and the colorless pill,
to hurry up and wait and see the future, where the pain echoes, and there are the smartaleck youngsters who bum cigarettes at the corner. Typical of some circles of experience and urban agglomeration, friends and enemies will pass by through the hall of mirrors
and harrassments, wagging their heads from side to side, from alpha to omega, and then the unemployment office, and a creep with a bomb in a bag is waiting up ahead around the corner. To walk so far along the highway, then one false move when he gets there,
the unsuspecting fellow, and a cigarette at the gas station could blow everything up.
"Smoking is prohibited within 50 feet of gas pumps and station social areas," of course.
It belongs to the wise to order, to be in line even when it is a long one, and Euripides and "Cool Hand Luke" were a long time ago, perhaps a galaxy
far far away; and who knew that it would be only about twenty years between Linda Blair's compelling silver screen performance in the "Exorcist", and Jimmy Connors' last US Open Tennis semi-finals finish?
We die only once and then for such a very long time. C'est la vie, c'est le vide. Gagner c'est n'imp', n'importe quoi.
"Prohibido fumar a 50 pies o menos
de las bombas," claro que si.
Point out the happy man and will it not also point out the figure of something wrong, if not awkwardly placed in the blind spots?
... and the pumps did not work anyway. Vandals stole the handles.
The longtime political animal would say anything to be free
and pretend that everything modern is in motion and nothing worthwhile at rest. Therefore, Al Gore as well as NASA should be encouraged, as much as Vicente Fox with a box of tacos at the border, and little green men over holiday Bourbon eggnog, to colonize
Mars with a Tennessee rover purchased at RadioShack for Christmas.
For "every man has three characters - that which he exhibits, that which he has, and that which he thinks he has".-20
However the rates may go, therefore, for tourist fees, existence and pleasure of atmospherics, port tax, surcharges, and mental fidgeting, as crunchy cookies crumble by the Nile and crocodiles of many fine
teeth may smile, looking for handouts, as they always have, not all projectiles follow an exact parabola. If Galileo, that crusty, cantankerous old fool, fell off the boat, for example, and there was a picture from Court TV of the beastial beastly bloody feeding
affair, it would not be gravity by the inverse squared to explain the mess, except for the reason of the accident in the first place, if everybody would be so innocent, or did somebody push him?
like a parabola at times is close to a parabola, pro officio illo, and in the incidence of the curve that may be close enough for many cases of government work. In the math, of course, however, at
least, it is very good at times to round off, to simplify for the solution; yet some curves that would seem parabolic are not so perfectly proportioned in each half, as described in the heliocentric books, and are only knock-offs, et cetera.
So the thing in the bottle as much as the theory discussed as cause would go unassigned. The unassigned cause by the inverse squared
emerges, in a world of knock-offs, nuts, and confusion, if by impetus of nature or convention. From generation to generation, therefore, the ghost in modernist physics follows the access, the all important access, where it still remains for some that in terms
of what comes out of a golf bag what may be really frustrating is not gravity but the total lack of improvement.
approximations in relational mechanics and artillery, many other projectiles may not seem parabolic at all, like a boomerang, for example, which is more circular. Evenly so what to do with Galileo's theory of universal gravity, when it carelessly disrespects
chemistry, common sense, and Aristotle, who may be the smartest man who ever lived, so much that to drop a hammer or feather on the naked toe, foot, or shin would be the same difference, when everybody knows that it is not? And is it not obvious to any fool
with a boomerang made from iridium, tungsten, or plutonium, that it will not fly like one made from roots of Mulga, Black Wattle, or vomit?
Some vomit may really fly, and if it is not gravity that makes people sick or have accidents, let safety in research come first. As much as between foot, toe, and shin, "if there is no truth in freedom, ultimately the terms involved
will undermine you".-21
Wherefore, a good value is a good value, like the wheel of the syllogism, and some research opinions say that the exercise in details of modern property insurance can
be traced to the Great Fire of London in 1666, which devoured more than 13,000 houses. A tragedy and a terror, it was more than a drill, and if birds had hammers for feathers, how would that be for a day at the park?
It is not too much to say that like life itself insurance or the education of it at times may be quickly converted
from a matter of convenience into one of urgency. The circumstances of interference by parabola on accident at the pawn shop too, for example, may be similar to many things. With so many particulars in weights and averages, there are universals
everywhere every way. By laws of nature and universal proportion then, people should be careful and read the signs. After all, the state exists
for the sake of a good life, not life and the pains and stupid accidents of it only.
For example, with "De Re Publica"
published, Cicero had less than ten years to live. He felt that his afflictions at times had already surpassed most and when the fate of the end came he did not even resist. He would have preferred to sail to Greece, but so it goes. The difference many years later may seem trivial, but wherever rock is father the law and lawfulness of baloney is the mother, of course, also the motto of the oldest University in the world, "Petrus ubique pater, legum Bononia mater".
If not for science in historicity then, the law at least has observed that it was for practice that God made idiots. And it was
"the last measure of kings" that Richelieu engraved the cannons, "ultima ratio regum", in all those cases where the Sun orbits the Earth -- also where Galileo's insane notion that horizontal motion is independent of vertical would lead Newton to conclude that
a bullet fired from shoulder height would fall to the ground, a way off in the distance, at the same time as another dropped from the same shoulder height.-22 Truly ridiculous, and time for medication, and only for heliocentric theory, since by universal gravitation
it would be reckoned that the bullet that is fired should fall at the same rate as the one that is dropped.
is any uncertainty that these fools and liars cannot be caught in the margins of double talk, math fumdiddles hoo-diddy-dum, have a sniper fire a high powered rifle from a low tripod support, and drop a bullet from that height that is equal to the gun
barrel, that would be very low.
By the father of all places and mother of the law, it is plain to see that the horizontal
and the vertical are not independent of each other at all. Common notions should not be so strange, wherever the question goes, and the equation for a straight line, y = mx + b, as much as every calculus and trigonometric function, shows that they always are
in the roots together, in three dimensions of space and time resolved as one, whether the subject is rest or motion, et cetera.
After all, there are only six cosmic directions comprised of length,
width, and height, variously transposed in patterns periodic of at least two perpendicular planes in one sphere. The cosmos, in fact, logically and universally, is everywhere in the form of a sphere, and little spheres within spheres. From place to place to
any other place, all realms and corners of space and time, high and low, are resolved in three simple dimensions.
It is not mere confidence that if A and B are the way they are, and they
connect to C, then the way they connect to C is also the way they connect to things, and the way they connect to things is also from the way they connect to each other. Space is also such a thing in cause and effect and it does not spatialize a 4th dimension.
Thus there is no escape, there is no way out, from the ontological power and interstitial superintendence of the cube, the cube of the circle, and the cube of the sphere, of course.
Language as logos (λόγος) adds to the proof, and words, therefore,
both by nature and convention, are choral as much as logic. The words and signs of epistemology and psychology are round and full as much as space itself (χώρα εαυτός).
If it takes wooden balls and a stiff mallet to play championship croquet, as they say, there is also room for geometry and a swarm of meaning out of any instruction book, and some odd things and sayings may never
change. There is even a trinitarian trace in the psychology of the human voice, for example, that shifts around strictly in 3-D. Yet like space and time, as much as the perspective may shift, there is no 4th dimension in it.
There is always a parallel, however, and the psalms and wisdom books are as significant to world literature, in the manner of pure illustration of three inspired dimensions in one, as the Three Musketeers. Observing the way the world
goes, with an immanent and transcendent sense, they range through the entire gamut of human experience and emotion in a lens that meets the eye in 3-D. The great shifting voice from the light and the dark in the clouds, et la vie 3-D, comes through in many
other stories as well, like Theogony, Works and Days, the Illiad, Odyssey, the Aeneid, Thebaid and Pharsalia, et cetera.
"Shifts in voice and addressee are frequent in the Psalms, especially the
psalms of lament. These shifts are recognizable by syntactical shifts in subject, predicate, and second or third person addressee. Changes in voice normally entail a shift from first and/or second person to third person discourse, and shifts in addressee usually
involve a change from speech directed to the Lord to descriptive speech about the Lord. The recognition of this phenomenon is very important ..."-23
If one delves into the mind and the phenomena
of circular relation, relatio secundum esse, the I may become a you, and the you may become a one. Even this one or that one who is or would be one of the ones among them that is like one of these or those, and then there follows the sense where one becomes
we, and then so formally they, et alia. As in French, for instance, they say "on", which means "one", but for the expressions in speech one becomes "we", "you", or any of the others like "I".
Buber described I - Thou relation as dialogical, and I - it relation as monological. For the whole picture of the human voice and experience, however, and therefore also of the mind, the circuit of relation is trinological at the root, like the Mercedes-Benz
Everybody wants an upgrade, but "you ain't going nowhere, and neither am I" he said to himself, solipsistically, as they were listening in. He knew they were there, and they
did too. Even the air is full of eyes, roundabout, and they knew he knew, and he knew they knew, since it was not any secret that could be kept between them. Not even from far away, but it was closer than that. It was like hidden cameras and spies and billboards
everywhere ... in there.
So it goes among dedicated eavesdroppers and the paranoid, or perhaps the obsessed by some impetus squared. If there was an occult-action-at-a-distance, it was agreed
by all witnesses at the scene that such a society would be compelled to be careful; especially on the street, and "we know it", he said to himself, as much as one of them, almost in the middle of nowhere. This problem of 3-D mentality is so vast that it even
penetrates pop music, 1, 2, 3, as much as ABC wiretaps, filaments, and fibre-optics. For example, with strumming guitar as spies listen in,
Clouds so swift
Rain won't lift
Gate won't close
your mind off wintertime
You ain't goin' nowhere
Whoo-ee ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair !
I don't care
How many letters they sent
Morning came and morning went
Pick up your money
And pack up your tent
You ain't goin' nowhere
Whoo-ee ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy
They'll see, they will, as many or as much soul as can fit in a fish bowl year after year, swimming around the same
old town; and as remedy to life in society, one may suggest the big city. "Nowadays, it is the only desert within our means".-24
So it goes, tout de meme, one, two, three ... az ahnuvzab zap 5665
alpha, beta, gamma, and check the mail, omega, for what could be good perhaps instead of trouble. There always are more bills, certainly, and there seems to be in people a natural confusion of vanity and hope, even if it always seems the same. For as it was
in the past, as Merlin warned King Arthur, "men forget where the way leads ... and what they meet with every day seems strange to them, for it is the doom of man that he forgets. For one may be mistaken, and think that he remembers when he really does
"Howlers N Funny" was a balloon and party business that failed. "O Lacrima", they used to sing, and the show was over when the fat lady from the opera sang out her
last. Envy often counts for more than happiness they discovered, but the experience was not unusual, as most small businesses fail within a few years, like nine out of ten tech start-ups too -- but if there was another actor also from Hollywood, a double too
with a nose close enough for Buster Keaton III, who never smoked crystal meth or crack, no fentanyl either, with a premier TV show like something somewhat and millions in the bank, who knew everybody so well, what would that be like for enjoyment and to laugh
about human interest?
In any case, as Aristotle said, clowns are numerous,
a ready supply, and there may be many knock-offs perfect for cigars: and the principles in nature clearly are three, since all contraries gather and act on a third thing, another part, a substratum different
from both. Everything, whatever the elements, comes to be from subject and form, and before the 4th dimension, oblivion may have "Twistee Treats" and "Ted Talks" to salute the double chin,
There are many among the poor, true it is no shame, but no great honor either; and would it be so bad
to have a small fortune? To salute the double chin and lifestyles of rich and famous, and every other more, daidle deedle daidle, dee-dee da-dee-dee, daidle deedle dumb, lucky Deebs and D'Iberville had mansions and cellars and buckets full of rum. Biddy-biddy-bum.
Where people and friends like to breathe good air, and go everywhere with good feelings, things, of coure, may still make sense if they
can, but "humility is the solid foundation of all virtues"-26 and also the truth. Some say it is like roses in a cellar of wine.
A reporter at the airport in London once asked Dr. Albert Schweitzer,
"what's wrong with men today ?"
Dr. Schweitzer answered, "men simply don't think."
And who would know "if the moon's not a balloon, coming out of a keen city in the sky -- filled with gracious people?"-27 he might have said. The grace of nature in the law should prevail, and one day flowers may pick themselves.
Mons Mensae of Table Mountain and all the planets and stars are in three simple dimensions too, certainly, from pole and equator to pole, as well as all the space and time in between them. All it takes are azimuth, altitude, and ascension to describe the coordinates
of any planet or star in its course around the earth.
No one has seen any light or formal purpose from a set distribution within a range greater than 3-D. As there is always some parallel, no
pattern in logic or the stars shows any trace of a 4th dimension, or that 1, 2, and 3 of anything equal something other than 6. Existence itself, ens inquantum ens, is in the nature of a plenum. Like the excluded
and non-excluded middle, as much as sunlight through stained glass, or the ox by the golden horns, simple being is first and last to all becoming. Even if only as much as people can stand it, if there would be an intrusion of all mysteries into a room, the plenum is always everywhere in the properties of three dimensions.
Wherever there are two, there it is, the yielding in the midst, perhaps
a virtue in the middle as to be or not to be and what to do. "To be or not to be", echoed the ages-old famous question. A crisis of calculation and disposition in what, how, and why from Elsinore, and the 4th dimension had no more sensible means of it, in
the tension and question of existence there, than anywhere else that blindness can see itself. Even between extremities of tragic drama in a haunted castle, rem insania scire non potest, the
insanity and corruption cannot be known, non magis quam caecitas se videre, not any more than blindness can see itself.-28
the way of perfection in honest crafts and needles always turns against it, only communists could do this sort of thing, contra naturam, and expect to get away with it. Bellarmine and blind Homer were right, and made no difficulties or pretense about rosy-fingered
dawn in the first place; and whenever people talk about the 4th dimension, it is an intellectual fantasy always expressed in words, terms, and numbers that are only three dimensional in the aspects.
all the talk of a fourth dimension, the fundamentals of dimensionality have not changed. Relativity or no relativity, we still have only three spatial dimensions."-29 Indeed, the individual of common sense "is handicapped by coming face-to-face wih a conspiracy
so monstrous he can scarcely believe that it exists,"-30 and the 4th dimension is never there in anything said or demonstrated for abstraction of the proof or proof of the abstraction. A false abstraction really, "that object which is central to all of classical
general relativity, the four-dimensional spacetime geometry, simply does not exist, except in a classical approximation."-31
Problems too at least
cannot be innumerable, which should be some relief, because if they were, the way damages occur would be unknowable, too difficult to assess like the 4th dimension, and in assessing damages a finite number is sufficient, of course. Seeing that in any one situation, there is only one outcome, even the three stooges did not need help from such an incomprehensible way of painful frustration as the 4th dimension.
There is that close conjunction where there is the simple fullness of up or down in contrast, yet the excruciation lurks to fascinate in the insufficient confusion. The melancholy stupid
bruise or weird things may quicken the tongue and lip to exclaim. Exclamations before the joys of Heaven or pains of Hell, and with some feeling, "the mind is comprehensive of the whole act of existing. In fact, it can be identical with the act of existing
itself, which is the ultimate principle of intelligibility".-32 And for the Stooges, as much as for NASA, the UN, and bump and run through the Valley of Sin, it is a lifetime of classical mathematics in the definitions themselves, with errors and props totally
in 3-D, since each number is always the same.
And a number for each thing, where "we have two ears and one mouth, so we should listen more than we say"-33, said Moe to Curly, before hitting him
a second or third time on top of the head with a hammer. Quite effective, and to clear understanding few words suffice: "intelligenti pauca".
Whoop, whoop, whoop, nyuk, nyuk, nyuk. Sometimes there
is light up ahead at the end of the tunnel, even if it turns out to be a Japanese bullet train headed in the spectator's direction.
For the clue of thread into the labyrinth and out, and any loose pieces of Larry's
hair, following the trail of irony, every descriptive trace, block, and curve of the supposed 4th dimension always comes out in one of three ways. The 4th simply is a delusion that cannot even fit inside their minds; and it is not ever in a vacuum
either, of course, not more than an atom, which would be the other end of impossible. Not in cubist art like "Guernica", or the most peculiar uses of weird science, or any movies or comic books somewhere else, if it were anywhere it should be right there
where they are talking about it the most, speculating and working at it the hardest, with complicated explanations, intricate equations and diagrams, but it never is. It never is there except by complex misrepresentations that turn up in 3-D, which shows that
there is never a proper end to reasoning which proceeds on a false foundation.
"There is no figure distinguishable and apart from triangle", as they say in Hell not only math lab; and nothing
nothing nothing, nothing, of course, is redemption. Quia in inferno nihil redemptio est, or at least not what the stuff is that already is there or would be coming again soon, since nothing would be better. In an extremely bad to worse situation, totally restricted
in the way that it is, nothing would be better. In other words, some days it may have been better to stay inside, to not go out, to discover the trouble that is found; and in that way of pain and nuissance, so much as the experience, the 4th dimension could
play for some sign of salvation perhaps, at least for not ever adding anything to the wrong thing or the wrong place, of course, since it does not exist.
Si tacuisses philosophus mansisses, and one thing they cannot get out of their heads is how not to talk about it in the wrong way since everything they say is wrong in the first place. And what an experience it can
be, therefore, to change socks in peaceful solitude, away from annoyance, away from an excess in sensible qualitites, in an oblivious world where "the greatest part of mankind float between virtue and vice", as what goes up must come down. Sometimes like turpentine and dandelion wine, there is a fire in the belly and a fire in the head, a buzz perhaps with juniper and orange peel, that may go higher and higher until
all are dead.
To anyone with wide experience more than tunnel vision, it has not been all joy and gladness, of course, that everything unfolds in three dimensions. "Misery is manifold"-34, and
sometimes reality may be a cruel day to visit. “When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only to dream forever.”-35
Harry Dean Stanton and Art Garfunkel used to sing, "All I have to do is dream. Dream, dream, dream", and without too much embarrassment Mr. Stanton made the open claim that he was married to Barbara Mandrell in his mind, and with some feeling,
yet there have been terrible sufferings and pain. A grievous heavy burden, and from the covenant of peace also came the immensities of sorrow. St. Bartholomew was skinned alive, and some days "shall come kindled as a furnace"-36, where all the proud and
wicked in another turn shall be rendered as stubble, and terrible wrath "shall set them on fire".
"Come not between the dragon, and his wrath", for better it is where "quiet thoughts mend
the body, and nothing can be accomplished without norms and standards": 静 以 修 身 没 有 规 矩 不 成 方 圆 (jìng yǐxiū shēn méi yǒu guī ju bù chéng fāng yuán).
There was a Chinese teacher who played piano, "eighty-eight keys and a little universe", he said -- and "if a man were to say and write
all he thinks, there would be nothing more horrible on God's Earth than man."-37 The dirty figure of Diogenes, for example, complained as often as he liked and called it prophecy for fun. He was
bad, sometimes arcane, seemed to think that he was a king and nobody could tell him what to do. Nobody's fool, he lived in a great barrel of oak after college, then moved to a horse's tub of fine clay.
any philosopher would, he thought and he reasoned, and he thought about things all day. He thought and reflected on all things that he could. Then when he saw in the clouds what looked like a palace that passed overhead at noon, he recollected himself with
an old onion, precious with oil and the right recipe, over liver and soul, and counted all his ways in the presence of mind, and discovered there was not any 4th dimension to be recognized in any of it, not even for a cup of coffee, glint of gin, or drop of
cheap cherry wine. It was all riches and love for few and poverty or disgust for most, in circles and bubbles of Euclid, from summit to abyss; even if for him, loose critic that he was, there was never the least intimation of any private property house or
Like there was the shadow of an arc de triomphe at the poolhall, glory in the wagging tail of a dog, that would turn music to gold at
the corner of sunset in the land of the lost, he reckoned de l'étoile, that "the vine bears three kinds of grapes: the first of pleasure, the second of intoxication, and the third of disgust."
Far out and far away Apuleius wrote in "Metamorphoses", something not so different, “prima creterra ad sitim pertinet, ad hilaritatem secunda, tertia ad voluptatem, quarta ad insaniam”: the first pitcher is to quench your thirst, the second for
joy, and the third for pleasure, and the fourth for madness.
Yet every cloud has a silver lining 守 得 云 开见 月 明 (shǒu dé yún kāi jiàn yuè míng), and as an
oil lamp becomes brighter after trimming, a truth becomes clearer after being discussed: 灯 不 拨 不亮，理 不 辩 不 明 (dēng bù bō bù liàng, lǐ bù biàn bù míng).
smoky Moon is no simple drinker of wine", and once upon a time, in the wilderness of rhododendron mountain, burans, gurans and ladybugs on his sleeve, there was an 8th century Chinese poet, Li Po, who used a metonymy of six superlunary dragon-steeds, coursers
carrying the sun around the earth, to represent the common geometry of space.
"O Sun that rose in the eastern corner of Earth,
Looking as though you came from under the ground,
When you crossed the sky and entered the deep sea,
Where did you stable your six dragon-steeds?
Now and of old your journeys have never ceased:
Strong were that man's
Who could run beside you on your travels to and fro ... "
ways of to and fro (in ascension, azimuth, and altitude) for the chariot of the sun create the six universal directions.
all six dragons, there is not a circle or a sphere anywhere in existence with a trace of the 4th dimension. In terms of the form, a circle is complete without beginning or end, and, therefore, the circle
and sphere are the best signs of infinity and limitless activity. There is only one side overall and one uniform curve all the way around, yet the one side and curve represent the wisps of innumerability in an infinite number of tangential little sides, for
as many other circles too, as things would go round and round in inifinitesimal points of division, point to point, etc.
The Foucault pendulum cranked up at the equator, therefore, and division by zero are not better than snowflakes for signs of an infinitesimal. Just where the little white mouse disappears for a category beyond
the figure, in the form of the universal, the circumference of a circle divided by the diameter does as well as any other vanishing relation too, since Pi is an endless number. As the numberless edges hidden as the littlest tiniest points in the continuous
round side are divided ad infinitum, on and on by the middle it goes, like 1, 2, 3, and ABC, simple as the joy of pi, 3.14159265359 ... XYZ forever. And everything people see or experience is between ends, where the circle has the edge of the finest point
in between -- the angle of radius as diameter.
O, for the beauty of completion, adoratio tantumque, and N-2(180) represents
the sum of interior angles of any polygon, and for a circle this number would approach infinity, as the figurative limit of the next increase. And so on, always one more, and for all the sargassum in the Sargasso Sea.
O, for the adorable time, the elevated places, adoratio memoriae, and N-2(180)/N represents the measure of each interior angle of any polygon; and for a circle this value eventually approaches a line, an hypostasis of mysterious duality,
in continuous distribution of the curve, as approximate 180, 179.999, etc. A system of reflection appears in mysterious tangent lines, as an infinitesimal number goes all the way around in degrees and angles from point to point to point. And so on, and
for all the sargassum of parallel, wave, and parallax in the Sargasso Sea.
If pine cones and little icicles were not proof enough, for perfection there are potentially an infinte number of semi-circles
contained within a circle, where there are always two 180" angles covering each half, from any given point, and the curve of a circle keeps going round and round forever. Like spherical waves and wavelets in Huygens' principle, '"lambda lambda lambda
amplitudinum", and what comes along the timeline of human experience is in circles. "Scientia est potentia", where some circles go up, some down. As much as the stars, the wheels go round and round; and as much as the circles are forms, there are universals
and spheres even in business and whatever semblance of success.
Wibba, woebba, wabba, kahee cacahuetes indeed, everything as
anything, anything as something more, and between any two points there must be something there. The source of excellence remains in a higher relation, and each semi-circle and the diameter of opposition, facing from the middle, are perfectly balanced
against each other: fine examples of the reflexive and transitive principles of equality, with yet another 180 degrees in the side of the line adjacent from the other side of either one. The duality goes round and round in any two halves of the curve, around
the straight line within, as to either the other side, adding to the picture of 360, equalling the total sum in degrees of the one continuous exterior angle of the circle from every point, every once around.
More than the number 8 and the octave in numerology, if anything should be balanced in itself and for knowledge, as a karmic equalizer, therefore, infinity should be perfectly balanced: and what a thing it
would be for a scientist with two eyeballs and a pair of safety goggles to see it, in itself, from the core, if he could, since it alone is uniquely proportional to everything and to itself: being also the only one that it is once and always, and remaining
equal to itself. As well the earth is the only one that it is, and equal to itself, but not infinite, of course -- only another circle in 3-D, and that way yet in the form of a limited sign of eternity, as a unique sphere under the stars.
As patterns go, the circle and the sphere are simply the best good sets for a way to get an abstract picture of infinity, and so is the astronomy of the Earth, which is in every sign of the ecliptic and all the constellations,
and between the ends of the Heavens, all the time, without ever moving.
"Is that all there is"? she asked. "What else is there? There must be more," and the question at times comes close enough for the answer.
dat quod non habet, ni pisces ambulando, haud canes loquens.
“To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life,”-38 and when brainwashed heliocentrics
would say that the geocentric mind is distorted and must think that the earth is flat, or believe in the "sky fairy", or Zeus from the Middle Ages, they are not realizing the irony of their own awkward position, that itself would deform the cosmology of Earth:
by claiming with no scientific evidence that it is an oblate spheroid, not a sphere, and that it moves many speeds at once, and has such a sizable equatorial bulge and squeezed-in polar caps that by some it could even be called fat.
The scene rather does not go like that. No, no, not so, and through all the downs as much as the ups, through all confusions, depressions, apathies, and tiredness,
and that quitting spirit that tells some people to go straight to Hell, at least as much as they would deserve it, a correct philosophy of science should still try to recognize the truth: and that when all the evidence is against an opinion, the difficulty
is almost total or otherwise.
As the circle would be infinitely flat, for example, in the tiny turns and tangential edges
of the corners, so the earth is also "infinitely flat", if to some limit a sign of infinity would appear in the numberless round points. A sphere of vanishing flatness appears to run over
every hill. With as many little Archimedes points which nobody can add up for a total of existential capacity any better than Pi, the numbers go round within the realm of its sphere; and it is not rotating, of course, as far as the observable stillness and
flatness go. The days and years go by, round and round in many different circles, as circumstances of time and place, like roundlets, in fact, but the earth itself remains within its sphere and not in actual motion per se.
"How was the vacation in Florida"? someone asked the others' sort. "Did you see what you were looking for"?
"Great oranges, it was great", came the sort's answer. If there are people not so much in the know, in Florida the clouds are the mountains and the sky the top, everywhere
the top, by all parallel and curve.
The most beautiful for clouds, beaches, and les grandes tetons, like sun-kissed boobs of the
mermaid, and an open bar at the Tiki Hut, with a huge blue tank of tropical fish. It was an all-inclusive moveable feast: incontestably, a wonderful bargain of a vacation experience, and so many palm trees, even like an Olympic victory for the sliding middle
class! Slip sliding away.
No 4th dimension to confuse everything, not even for an hour and a half, even if for only one timeshare
tour and the discount tickets it could have seemed like there might be such a pain. Yet the free "Medieval Times" tickets were a bonus with the airboat ride, and the trip to Cape Canaveral reconciled everything, without anybody getting killed. There is a special
and beautiful edge of the earth around the beach in Florida, as longitudes and latitudes of haecceitas go, so nice and smooth, in many cubes and circles in the little flats and interstices of space, et cetera.
nice, and a sea shell".
"Did you see the bikinis? Lisa Renata or the do little Fawkes girl?"
"We can never cease to be ourselves", even in a storage closet, she said, playing the star again, and with the right attitude shopping at Wal-Mart can be a pleasure. Where also the round corners of the earth go flat, cubed with innumerability
by the acres and aces squared, in many aisles and small areas. The first-time experience may overwhelm the mind of the bargain shopper, as any circle becomes a sphere that vanishes into day then into night.
the uniform curve of a circle represents a limit sign of infinity, it can be a sign for a lot, even if only by a little in a small way, but there is not any 4th dimension in it, of course. The little infinitesimal limits and aspects of infinity, evident in
far away eyes too, and the disappearance of the four corners of the earth into space, by all parallel and circular flatness, for instance, multiplied all around in so many points of inquiry everywhere,
as they go around in so many parts, continuously defy the 4th dimension ... questing quanta ad quantam ad quandos. So it goes ad infinitum, even if Isaac Newton lived for sick love in a box.
As John Donne wrote, alluding to the apocalypse ... and the "four angels standing on the four corners of the earth ..."
"At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow
Your trumpets, Angels, and arise, arise
you numberless infinities"
However confounded and technical the discussions of Riemann, Minkowski, Kaluza, Klein, and
of Einstein for Marxist space-time and the 4th, 5th, or n dimensions could be, they are still talking about points and events in space. Where all that it is not stares back at what it is, any two points in space can yet be joined by one simple straight line,
as much as they cannot be separated by nothing, and any straight line joining two points will have only one midpoint and one property of parallel.
Through the center, perpendicular to the line joining the two separate points, the midpoint will have only two perpendicular planes to summarize all rotation, with four by two 90 degree angles for the circles in the cross section. And this figure
of eight simple boxes, an octave as much as any other, for all rotation in a sphere, would be one that with enough illogical distortion could supposedly also be predicated of the hypothetical and irrational zones of Minkowski space-time: and 4th, 5th, or n
dimensions ... and only for cultivation of appropriate stupidities to follow Copernicus and heliocentric bewilderment off the bridge.
All the planed lines in aggregation will represent the dualities
of the process in three dimensions: the necessity in the way to be for created space manifests yet again, and in spite of mountains of confusion and deception thrown up in favor of illusions of modernist relativity and "scientific" materialism, it will always
emerge that in natural terms Euclidean space and geometry are definitive, most convenient, and complete, for all metric tensors and integrations of calculus, etc. So called relativity of "tangent space", and "nonlocal paradigms and measurements", and whole
lexicons of Einsteinian and Judeo-Masonic refuse do not change that; or "that the three angles of a triangle are together [not] more than 180", and that the circumference and diameter of a circle do ... stand in the relationship of pi = 3.14159265359".-39
In their formulas of interpretation, Minkowski and the other relativists were using mathematical symbols for imaginary quantities which
we can neither visualize nor conceive. A farce of the impossible as possible, the very mathematical symbols used to denote and calculate the form of the connections involved in their abstractions indicate the impossibility of our doing so. Thus the
very mathematical symbols resourced by the followers of relativity to justify their over-the-top adventures in "n" dimensions indicate the purely imaginary character of all their reasoning. From such an atmosphere of surreal and irrational postulates, Einstein
built up his theoretical principles of so many oddities on the vine and the entire course of relativity.-40
With the strangest
fingers in the lab, and long nails like a crab, the 4th dimension recedes beyond the well of reason for obscurities. Never there in existence of any transparency or pattern, because everywhere change and chance are in 3-D, in one form or another, ad infinitum,
even for the occult it cannot escape the powers of proportion in the littlest math counting books: that go like little lamb 1, little lamb 2, and little lamb 3, to absolutely crush and destroy the heresy. Some things never change for the technique of parallel,
as Euclid's elements remain universal among all the mutabilities, all trivia and fate, since Euclid was right in his drawings, and way to count space, that any relation minimally involves three factors and attributions
of concurrence: that on which the relationship is founded or based, the relationship itself, and that end or resolution at which the relationship intends or terminates.-41
Confucius said "only the wisest and stupidest of men never change", and between the wise and the stupid, for them in the middle proceedings, it all
is three, one, two -- for codes and codex too, as much as for the others at the ends. Then there was another one, perhaps obnoxious in the techno pride of life, not so peculiar among mortals, nor even that special as difficult friends, who became famous for
computers and phones and sleeping on the floor, who said "things do not have to change the world to be important".
Besides him and the reception desk at human resources, there once was a visitor
to an insane asylum who had to leave at a certain time to catch the city train. His watch was stopped, so he went into the office to look at the clock there. Nobody was in the office but one of the
inmates. The visitor said to him, "Is that clock correct?"
"You darn fool," said the inmate, "if that clock kept the right time, would it be here?"
Another day a psychiatric graduate student was interning at the old insane asylum across the river. He was walking about the grounds when he noticed one of the inmates
wheeling a wheelbarrow upside down.
It seemed like a painful effort. "That's not the way to push that thing", said the student. "You've got it upside down."
"Oh, have I?" answered the lunatic, eyes flashing, almost a menace. "I used to push it the other way and they put bricks in it."
For an appreciation of the frequnecy of mortgage crisis then, or derivatives as pains and pleasure of the serpent, and masonry of the Jewish gage, "we do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental
institution of the universe.”-42 Proof still exists for the occasional shetar, tied or untied, as loans or a documentary engine for the once in a millenium disappearance of the most insiginificant point in space, also the property that was attached in
that there trigonometry. In fact, many points of trivia and trigonometrical proofs of unimportance could disappear, as well as not matter at all. The most esoteric glyph of the greatest improbability, whatever it could be, if it were found crystallized for
a moment among the one and the many, among the circles and spheres, spun somewhere again in the form of the ancient and uniform curve of fate, C/D to C/D, it could yet be forgotten, and lost without a trace, like a mask and costume exchange in Chinese face
Except for what is known about the three dimensions, so it goes, perish the thought; and to explain money as knowledge, none the
worse, the centering of periodicity is such that if there were something like it everywhere always, it would have as many points as possible all the time. The greatest contrast to it for a point, in such a case, would be the least of the most microscopic atomic
points possible of the most minor and divided probabilities in particles of atomic existence. It may be a high and ridiculous price perhaps to speak of love, in such little things, or it may be steepest poverty between any sorts of two points, but the least
of the least in particles is extensive. The anywhere as everywhere always taken in between any one or all of the littlest tiniest divisions must be for something, at least one that is substantive as all the others, as at least one frequency in math is all
proportion. One truth is for all, all things, and the total in space. Therefore, if at least one straight line were possible to the greatest, between
the nearest and the furthest, it would appear to qualify even the form of lonely Euclid in silhouette over the void of the abyss.
with all the wheelbarrows of the world in the hands of a maniac, there is not room for a 4th dimension or any "absolute vacuum", but rather instead the evidence is of a plenum, the circle and parallel, as much as it is obvious that no two points in space
or time can be separated by nothing: not without some tension of trigonometry. Et cetera quod hic venit.
As all numbers are round, in the sense of always remaining the same, even
close enough for place, divided by one they give themselves as much as divided by themselves or any other they give one. Between high and low, least or greatest, there always is at least one more between one and zero. For there is hidden ontological proof
for the least of anything like something this-somewhat, even the littlest grain of sand or crystal, or tiniest particle of air, that may perhaps exist with any persistence at all, with even the slightest modicum of possibility between them.
If there is one little point or poorest likelihood in frequentist inference, then there must be another. The littlest poorest one is not enough
for everything of space and possibility. Even the littlest one could be smaller perhaps, since it was not always there or so, and between them there must be more, because the two littlest atomic points are not enough for everything either, any more than any
one of them alone. If there were only one of the littlest tiniest subatomic particles in a desert, how alone could it be for the involvement or noninvolvement of an equation?
of an equation can be vast, of course, like existence, where if a crow or a raven was on a branch in the top of a tree near the bank of a river, it would be the same thing, qua qua ad infinitum. The loneliest
bird vs. the littlest tiniest atom, only another issue of all the straight lines between them and whatever fine points of simple trigonometry.
种 瓜 得 瓜, 种 豆 得 豆 (zhòng
guā dé guā, zhòng dòu dé dòu) - as a man sows, so shall he reap. Since there is always continuation, pro rata something somewhat, pro rata something more something less, there is always something at least just a little out
of reach in existence too -- yet causes everywhere are in three, "two being the pair of contraries of which one is defintion and form, and the other is privation, and the third being the matter."(138)
As nature is a principle in the thing itself, toties quoties, if there were a 4th dimension, or some other plain like it in the works of total stupefaction, it should have been discovered by now. Since the
beginning includes the end, as much as the end includes the beginning, and they both always include the middle, these are only the science of three; but logically and universally they are enough to include everything, everything even for one, for all facts
and events, and they do not include a fourth dimension.
"All events or actions throughout the universe are the result of the interaction of three forces: the positive/active, the negative/passive,
and the reconciling that may be either active or passive."(284) Such principle forces can be described also as cardinal, fixed, or mutable; and no miller or mill agent, "their storehouses full, flowing
out of this into that"-43, has ever discovered any trace of a 4th dimension in any seeds or grain business either. Never in any measure of the strangest mountain wheat or unknown interstellar dust
flour, and never in any proportion or finalization of anything within the Zodiac, and not hidden within any quadruplicities or triplicities, every sign of proportionality (and disproportionality) is always
By no means of discovery witnessed in any methods of inquiry or robust scientific procedure anywhere on Earth,
in any trees, rocks, rivers, branches, flowers, cactuses, scorpions, or desert toads of whatever kind, it is nowhere to be found in outer space either, beyond low Earth orbit, or as far as the eyes can see. There is no splinter or thorn of it as such-and-such
anywhere, even among all the leavening of the miseries, or empty turtle shells; and all that the most powerful telescopes and satellites ever see is strictly in 3-D.
Even if under a microscope, in the old Latin mass the priest prays three times, "Domine, non sum dignus, ut intres sub tectum meum: sed tantum dic verbo, et sanabitur anima mea." Lord, I am not worthy that you
should enter under my roof, but only say the word and my soul shall be healed. The soul has a roof, which is its limit, and also being a habitation
of habitudes and forms in kind, it becomes an assembly completed in 3-D. The provenance present in it is distinguished in three principle faculties in one in the memory, understanding, and will, which correspond in some lesser parallel even with the
Most Holy Trinity of Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Of course, to a soul, three to its own power is nine, and there are said to be nine choirs of angels; and the cherubim's repertoire of mercy
in the "Kyrie eleison, Christe eleison" is said and prayed nine times: the first trinitarian three for the Father, the second three for the Son, the last three for the Holy Ghost. They say nine is the number of patience, meditation, and harmony and represents
the perfection of ideas. According to Etchegoyen, it also represents the expression of the power of the Holy Spirit.
And Christianity has for revelation the highest doctrine that God is alive and
living well in 3-D, with absolute power; and logic recognizes as well that the fundamental division in ontology occurs between the infinite and the finite. Where God is infinite and 3-D on another total side, a total everywhere beyond all the others,
He does not need anything so confusing as a 4th, 5th, or nth dimension to represent any improvement for his life or way of being, and, therefore, neither does anything else in creation.
As it says
in psalms, "Omnis consummationis vidi finem: latum manadatum tuum nimis. I have seen an end of all perfection: thy commandment is exceeding broad." -44
And from Sirach, "omnis sapientia
a Deo Domino est, et cum illo fuit semper, et est ante aevum. Harenam maris, et pluviae guttas, et dies saeculi, quis dinumeravit? Altitudinem caeli et latitudinem terrae, et profundum abyssi, quis mensus est? Sapientiam Dei praecedentem omnia, quis investigavit?
Prior omnium creata, est sapientia et intellectus prudentiae ab aevo.
All wisdom is from the Lord God above, and hath been always with him, and is before all time. Who hath numbered the sand
of the sea, and the drops of rain, and the days of the world? Who hath measured the height of heaven, and the breadth of the earth, and the depth of the abyss? Who hath searched out the wisdom of God that goeth before all things? Wisdom hath been created before
all things, and the understanding of prudence from everlasting.
Einstein, Minkowski, and Riemann were bad mathematicians
besides intellectual fools. The communists too felt compelled to undermine and take over mathematics, and physics, as much as theology, and that is part of the problem today. Perhaps in a macabre grotesque way a 4th or 5th dimension would be needed per convenience
to hide all the dead bodies and so many international groupthink lies, lies, lies and stolen goods and money; but Dante had everything in 3-D circles, spheres, and bolgias, from top to bottom, and for all ultimate refinements of the committee, creation, commission,
and judgment of so many mafia, et cetera.
However many realms, places, spiritual or physical conditions there may be in existence, who knows, but a reasonable Christian can know as well as any
Socratic peripatetic that they are all in some process of 3-D, as much as all the sky, space, and mind: and God sees everything, all the integers, operations, and little tricks in between. Even Hesiod thought as much, that Jupiter (iudex pater) saw everything
-- and it may be of interest, for etymology of words, as much as the history of astronomy, to note that the Greek words for Lord, κύριος, and space, χώρος, are closely related in sound,
both for theory and practice. Since it is the business of the principle named in a word to express also the nature, as one implies the other, it seems that the Lord of space is indeed most appropriately
called the Lord.
Convertibility of terms is no accident, neither the axle of the wheel, the needle of the thread,
and "man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow"(45). Homo vanitati adsimilatus est, dies eius quasi umbra pertransiens, and the whole story,
full of sorrow and pain, foolish or otherwise, is only always in 3-D. "There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness," for humans in over their head for lack of understanding, and 4th or more dimensions could not add anything to it, not even for the most bitter suicide of the most difficult tragedy.
"She learned by consoling the forlorn" was a line of graffiti from the Aeneid. "Miseris succurrere ea didicit", and sometimes circumstances may make it easy to be tripped up, yet stubbed toes usually are among children, or the inebriated and exiled among the poor; but if anyone feels so much circumambient pain that he could die almost as easily on
foot, before he hanged himself, or the tipping point would be that he cannot make it one more step forward in life, from trying to figure out what he cannot understand, a little etymology may help.
instance, perhaps to create for a moment a better sense of connection, a fleeting glimpse in French, espèce is species and espace is space. If there is anything for specifics in species
as rudimentray and basic as pure order in kind, it has to be space, c'est on sait et voila la la realite.
Say on, say, and they say donc
or alors a lot too, say on say on, if for one subject then, then logically so for whatever other example, as they say that as what it is then either so it must be affirmed or denied of everything. And in the cards, where there is a valued awareness of
location that comes to play, real estate, for example, is property also called immovable: immobilier, inmobiliaria, and beni immobili in French, Spanish, and Italian, et cetera.
Therefore, as well, as
far as the walking and talking involved for sales, and any one predicate, the Latin words for foot (pes) and hope (spes) are related for some reason too, and it does not end there. They also sound like and are related to pace, space, and peace in English -- and "spatium in pace" is a space in peace, in Latin, for another example. The influence of peace, however the pace, may begin with a smile, even if it may not last
Yet where the dove on silver pinions winged her peaceful way, there is also the circle of stars above, a circle of space around around, and some development of choice, free will, and favor flavor that happens among things. Art, by all means, completes what
nature does not finish, and nature is full of signs, some even of permanent relation.
Above or below, as much as six degrees of Venus represents about twenty-four minutes, little Charlotte Altisidora
was as pretty as the angels when they sing.“If you're going to be crazy", she said again, "you have to get paid for it or else you're going to be locked up.” If she was from IMDB, Internet
Movie Database, or a movie poster, it was like inmodaba inmodaba, imlacrecucu, a type of immanence, inundative even, a would be immanent flood, in being ontological, and perhaps magic was in the air, not just incantations in the glass. It was almost like she
was stuck inside the TV or between a crystal and a cube. In any case, music, logic, and reruns have not changed from the stone age or since blind Homer passed away. Only a few chords a scale and then the truth comes to terms in the sequence of fifths.
See, see there, see how the gods of the wingèd shoe, jasmine, and hey-now would return, with the silver hounds sniffing the trace of air. Words of emotion may affect people like cause and effect. Like fancy crown moulding, egg-and-dart and fine paint in the corners, a piano for Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas, for example, and the world of ringtones exists within an atmosphere, as much as the seasons, as do many quotes about gardening,
and what to do with dirt or camouflage, et cetera.
"If you have a garden
and a library, you have everything," said the tatterdemalion old man of the village harbor and the sea. He seemed like a pencil sketch of autumn and a bag of leaves, or as old as Priam with almost all the teeth knocked out. Besides him and his pipe, gnarly
fingers, nutcrackers, and helicopter rides ... even the fall of Troy called it and signed it from long ago, after they had it all picked out.
Qui vivra verra, another section patrol over the wall. Time will tell where patience makes the strongest vines, as everybody waits to see. Watching it all, under the arc of sky, it was like TV beauty in bows and arrows and strings ... brass horns and flickering lights -- ; and, lo, the perfect image awaits in the baggage train, lighted for the apple of the eye, and with a single ear jaded science hearkens to thee. The same thing everywhere, wherever in due order and succession.
The ecstasy of gold and a partridge in the
pear tree. An atmosphere as well, smoky like one in the many, where dabblers and the perennial and archaic community of amusements -- ancients, middles, and moderns -- signaled and claimed it too. In fact, they eye'd it, spied it, and sought it out. Some sang
songs or hymns, who also liked to party, and they sighed it, cooed it, wooed it, lured it, enticed it, looped it, bunched it, and booked it. It was not so difficult to obtain, and as many as were there who had the will or the way took turns with it like fiddle
faddle, lucky charms, and marshmallows. It simply was the best, and they coaxed it, hoaxed it, bought it, had it, looked at it, squeezed it, rapped it, tapped it, and passed it around. They gamed it up, issued it, played it, dealt it, gambled it, riffed it,
rifled it, weighed it, risked it, rendered it, tendered it, traded it, rubber stamped it, wheeled it, engine'd it, greased it, lubed it, tubed it, burned the streets with it, throttled it, tightened it, gunned it, and scoped it all out.
There was catnip and advertising, exchanges in commerce, and things went further with cantrips and curious powers of transformation. Some even experienced déjà-vu, and resembling signs of levitation.
Feeling good, aeribus sub tectis, like it was the first time, they nipped it, snipped it, snapped it, zapped it, shagged it, napped it, bagged it, pinched it, rolled it, smoked it, chim-chimnied it, nuked it, chummed it, toked it, tuned it, dittyed it, and
took it for the Saturnine Sugarplum Fairy. There was further levity and love for sandwiches, souvenirs, beverages, and ice cream along the way, and there were drugs in the rugs and ghosts in the walls, even around the golf course, where they hooked it,
sliced it, topped it, shanked it, skyed it, whiffed it, wedged it, lobbed it, drubbed it, dubbed it, tee'd it, tweaked it, leaked it, blistered it, taped it, drilled it, nailed it, gripped it, ripped it, swung it, brung it, flung it, snaked it, lipped it,
pulled it, putted it, so carefully too -- yet pushed it, lagged it, flagged it, wagged it, wiggled it, waggled it, whimmed it, whammed it, skipped it, slipped it, slapped it, whipped it, whapped it, dinged it, danged it, donged it, beenghed it, banged it, bonged it, binged it, smacked it, dipped it, dapped it, dabbed it, mashed it, mixed it, matched it, bizzed it, buzzed it, wopped it, wacked it, thwacked
it, chipped it, chubbed it, flubbed it, flipped it, flapped it, chucked it, touched it, leathered it, weathered it, gloved it, pitched it, slid it, tossed it, threw it, traced it, aced it, wrinkled it, warped it, wiffled it, waffled it, woofed it, backed it,
queued it up, ribboned it, stitched it, thumbed it, fished it, fingered it, twirled it, mipped it, manipulated it, knotted it, naughtied it, lingered it, marked it, rigged it, ragged it, raffled it, rung it up and wrung it out, washed it, foxed it, fixed it,
fastened it, castered it, swiveled it, and then with a little time rediscovered it.
If it seemed perhaps strange, that things should be such a way, even to common understanding, at all events 'twixt
and 'tween, and on occasion like it was strange dice, from one comes all and still it was not hard to see how much they cared. As statistical variation goes, whatever the radiation from the poles, the human activity resolves as one. Of course, like this, like
that, to keep a handle it goes almost like a mechanism, and a single house will show all that is done and suffered in the world. A cloud, an atmosphere too, in fact, prevails as much as others in existence contorno-retorno, and the troposhere; and one of them
there, a plucky fool, a man who knew no fear said "all I ask is the chance to prove that money can't make me happy" -- and they collateralized it for crenellations of the magic castle -- so well positioned at the markets -- and built walls in third person,
booted it, hooted it, and bonded it, brewed it, aired it, cooled it, cued it, adjusted it, modeled it, attuned it, tailored it, kief boxed it for doughnuts and hemp, syndicated it, broadcast it, scribbed it, scried it, moved it, proved it, cabbed it, screwed
it, rued it, sued it, pie'd it, fried it, baked it, caked it, boiled it, almost murdered it but for formalities then still in existence and backed it off as civilities would do.
Just typical that it was in the
air, everybody knew it, like the Sun, the divided line and the cave. Wishing everyone the best, yet with a little more taste, the better beliefs were widespread and authoritative. Since of relations whatevers are something, for something too, if all referred
themselves to the best, that which alone is and should be infinite in species, as such as it is, sure aesthetics must be and always become the finest. The finest things must exist, thus nothing prevents that which is infinite in species, even only something
somewhat, from adding to the fulfillment and integrity of the comsos, or from becoming or being referred to an endless array of things, at or in an instance of three dimensions too, et cetera.
as well as that and the others, so be it, alwaysthemore nevertheless, but where, o where, are the snows of yester-year? O where did they go, the snows of yester-year? Ubi sunt pars pro toto, and people and coastal foragers always like something good, is it
not so in the streets today? Clam bakes, scallops, cockles, crabs, crab legs, beer, and oysters, therefore, caveat emptor, and the judges, princes, florists, crecit card champions, outlet mall magnates, convenience store dragons, fat men and lords of dump
trucks, and independent contractors and movie moguls and little photogrqphers of the land cupped it in the blink of an eye, and honey-bee'd it like tinkerbells and fairies of the forest, and tabled it, tipped it, kissed it, tippled it, toppled it, tickled
it, twisted it, soothed it, soaked it, steeped it, coiled it, whiled it, whirled it, thonged it, tonged it, monged it, thwapped it, sponged it, curled it, squirreled
it, ditched it but came back for it, and adored it, snored it, kept it, adorned it, fondled it, fessled it, festooned it, whispered it, swayed it, played it again, crushed it, rushed it, swarmed it, measured it, lined it up, creamed it,
grilled it, pumped it, plugged it, pflugged it, fugued it, pflugued, piped it, pipped it, squeaked it, drummed it for flocks and snake oil, tackled it, tussled it, muscled it, oiled it, stretched it, stretched it out, stretched it again, walked it, talked
it, knickered it, snickered it, snuck it, snookered it, danced it, pranced it, lanced it, stood on one leg with it like fairies and marmots at the ballet, knocked it over and broke it and toasted it, roasted it, mosted it, feasted it, esteemed it, embraced
it and stumbled it bumbled it repeatedly, smashed it, dropped it, picked it up, drove it around, peckered it, poker'd it, puckered it, smuckered it, smooched it, spanked it, stroked it, poked it, stoked it, dibbled it, doodled it, diddled it, nibbled it, piddled
it, paddled it, knuckled it, bruised it, injured it, tainted it, poisoned it, pickled it, valued it, carded it, and couponed it.
The thing and experience would never tire from exhaustion. At times
there was suddenly a great knocking at the door, as of revellers, and the sound of a flute-girl was heard, and there was a surprising castle and drove of cattle by the way in Scotland, in lightest rain, where the rubric guided them further. Like snowy swans
in misting clouds, on past the rilling brooks, past the woodshop router tables and bench grinders, the aluminum beer cans and soda machines, there were butterballs in hot biscuits and blueberry muffins, baked apples and hot honey buns aux aumandes, and they
ate them all like hams at harvest time, and fermented it, aged it, distilled it, and bottled it. Callida junctura of it all, and the theory of finest containment, as a middle or the middle of all things, like gemstone works and Euclid's greatest prime, the
most excellent ascent from the ways and means, and they biddled it, middled it, smiddled it, smaddled it, whittled it, waddled it, wobbled it, battled it, corked it, smoldered it, sold it, uncorked it, corked it and uncorked it again, muddled it, fuddled it,
puddled it, muddied it, zugzwanged it, wanged it, hounded it, pounded it, pommeled it, pummeled it, funneled it, fumbled it, shook it, estopped it, zoned it, paved it, coned it, bumped it, stumped
it, thumped it, hustled it, lassoed it, roped it, doped it, tied it up, knotted it, enjoined it, admonished it, exorcised it for demons, misfortune, and spiritual whatnots, steamrolled it, kicked
it, kitchened it, cooked it, mingled it, cherished it, brushed it, painted it, sketched it, kinko'd it with frames and paper, wickered it in baskets, crocheted it, detailed it, treasured it, analyzed it, feminized it, spoiled it, fiddled it, riddled it, puzzled
it, folded it, molded it, lumped it, papier-mâchéd it, plastered it and sculpted it very much good, then sponsored it again, spooned it, forked it, cut it, sawed it, carved it, hammered it, buttoned it, burned it, bummed it, and bundled it for
They hallowed it with incense and related it for all. There was a crafty peculiar scent like roses and cinnamon with briney artemia of sea salt, over bananas, tequila caramel, brown sugar
and bacon, that arose in the evening air. They snoozed it, sniffed it, smelled it, wanted it, sneezed it, hankered it, fancied it, craved it, nudged it, smudged it, convoluted it, lapped it, knobbed it, rubbed it, retuned it, turned it, and wiped it off. Then
they almost disavowed it and wanted to return it, like everything went wrong at once, but the flavor and aroma were still there, beyond special adjournments and exoteric/esoteric proceedings; and they hitched it, scratched it, kinked it, toe'd it, knee'd it,
toe'd it, bit it, tasted it, savored it, favored it, chewed it, spewed it, consumed it, licked their chops over it, and cleaned the plate.
The accountants from Tuddles examined the books, accidentally
found abandoned in the shed, remote yet not too far from the markets, certainly, as many looked to see what it was. As if it was corporate again and news about news or like other companies manufactured
in corrugated waves, in tin roofing or iron, also steel and at times like QVC perfumes, or some quintessence of bubbly in the mind, it did register a sound, like there was a well or studio in the background, a deeper pattern and the sense of many voices lingered,
et les amis myriades et anonymes de tout le monde.
It was another top, such as to set the seal on everything appetitive apetitoso or high
that could be made perfect across the face of the Earth; and the women wanted it for a fashion sequence on TV, and dressed it up with flavors of effervescence. Like quality value convenience go a long way, fatto di bambole, and another science
joke lipped on the tip of the tungsten, they petted it, patted it, hugged it, bibbed it, babbed it, babied it, powdered it, floured it, snugged it, jostled it, loved it, dolled it, dollied it dilly boppers, wintered it, cuddled it, cottoned it, ooo liked it
and wrapped it up in blankets and slept with it.
Let the heavens take care of the rest, the circling hours' yin and yang, la et le, el y ella, then karma and procul harum in a whiter shade of
pale, et cetera. The elves sang to it with laurels, and they all smiled and buddied it, befriended and friended it, birdied it, cutied it, wished-and-welled it, kissed it lightly, and then with great pretensions of honor defended almost all the relations.
If any exhaustive list of utter nonsense would suffice, they wined it, dined it, and cheered it as convivialities -- the propinquity was there and as vast as some terrestrial solemnity and liquor cabinets
were also in the course. Then there was a demand for consummation salmigondis saltimbanquettes and exchange of monies or any better valuables, and they wedded it and caroled it like an indemnity, then cheated it, once or twice or until they lost count, buttered
it, ravished it, ode-to-joyed for it and wrote it all out for a formula and returning dividend, and could not count all the ways that they could not live without it, nor reckon too wisely how they could neither fit it all in, even if they remembered everything
from beginning to end. It seemed all the verbs, herbs, and verve possible, or everything to do, and everything that could be wanted or made to be shared in some way, had a touch of kismet, as much as there was a word for everything and a sphere in its place:
and they thereof did eat also the golden apple of discord, the juicy giant dreamy melon, sumptuous as it was, dirty too, hidden in the scheme of things, μῆλον τῆς Ἔριδος, and fell off the way
and off the cliffs as stoned as warehouse trucks and forklifts all heavy and full in crates of calvados.
not a single other word, that anybody else could not have added to it, the survivors wondered is it ever good when people say too much? Any bon mot is always welcome, as fitting, as any ratios always combine, of course, yet maybe there is an inferiority to
the greater sense of silence, and if it made them sick or caused bad posture, for all the admixture of activities in time and space, they
never knew it for the obsessions, for they were consumed, and then there was at another distant time the otherwise obscure occurrence of the utter destruction of Carthage, that followed in the seasons and train of Rome: the famed City of Seven Hills, all by
reason, of course, "the empire and sway which reason holds over the senses", as the logic that comes from the stone age, in fact, is still good, as good as animal cookies or the Encomium of Helen, for example, or the punishing salt and fire on the Tunisian
Steve McQueen the King of Cool was not there to see it and call it like it is, or as it was Q.E.D. quod erat demonstandum, to dramatize the effect for Hollywoods, of course, but any
injury or statement may be universal by interpretation, not only indifferent or particular, as "Hell Is for Heroes", and "Carthago delenda est", et cetera.
"You sell whatever you want, but don't
sell it here tonight," he said. The flames were climbing higher and higher up into the night.
"Quo vadis"? they asked. "Where are you going"?
volentem fata, nolentem trahunt. Fate leads the willing, the unwilling it drags.
As much as that and the total concept of all illustration, with any other thoughts or feelings of such things, the
one is before the many, also in reference to divinities, as art and nature play the ends. Yul Brynner's bald head, for example, was also famous in its own degree, in similarity to a cue ball. Vive la bagatelle and the break, and cruel logic likewise is what
all scientists must use since it simply is the best. "Le miracle est logique, et même banal, en ce qu'il dévoile la suprématie de l'inventeur sur son invention, du moteur sur la machine, de la cause sur ses effets."-46 The miracle
is logic, if commonplace the same, for it reveals the dominion of inventor over invention, of motor over machine, of cause over the effects.
When something is right and simple, for instance, or has enough steam to fill the plenum, even only a little along the way, like the dream of Scipio or pickleball at Mt. Shasta, or instead is doomed by complication like Carthage, it is just
the way that it is and everybody knows it. Like Manilius Marcus Atilius Regulus and the fates, or Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, where one moment plays for many in a continuum of sense and feeling, the truth is one even where cringe-worthy. The great sign
of the all-inclusive through the days, in it there is no place for progress, not beyond one in three. It was already there except where a question of material inventions is introduced, some development of artifice and craftsmanship, et cetera, as the things
in themselves are the same as the numbers, "there being nothing older than the truth".-47
"Besides, in a centered mind, it
signifies nothing how many mechanical inventions you exhibit. Though you add millions, and never so surprising, the fact of mechanics has not gained a grain’s weight. The spiritual fact remains unalterable, by many or by few particulars; as no mountain
is of any appreciable height to break the curve of the sphere."-48 However far gadgets may advance and multiply, the mechanical arts and technology do not change the ontological and transcendent reality of the truth nor its immanent logic. They merely reveal
more of it in different and little ways, and none of them show any signs of a 4th dimension in space or time.
Si l'espine non
pique quand nai,
A peine pique jamai
If a thorn pricks not at its birth,
will hardly prick at all
Quod ab initio non valet, in tractu temporis non convalescit. That which is not good in the beginning, no length of time can make good.
If something like the so-called 4th dimension was not inchoate in the math and logic of potential things, it never will be developed in them later. Even when it takes a long time to figure out the correct solution, what is true was
already so from the origin. What comes out of the seed is what was in it, and all work is as seed sown; it grows and spreads, and sows itself anew; and one only fools himself when he seeds badly.
so-called Newtonian gravity is merely coextensive, virtute et suppellectilum, as coextensive as the attribute of being as space and object, that science also may call divisible by one, by natural weight in virtue of elemental compression too, yet not innate
to matter or shine and buff, and there are only six opposite directions in space, Cavendish should more accurately have used the magic number 6 instead of 6.754 in his formula equation for Big G. After all, the many repetitions of three
dimensions, of any two perpendicular planes, that range in six overall cosmic directions, form the universal background for gravity. To keep it simple, therefore, 3 x 2 = 6, and there would be Big “G” 6.0 and little “g”(9.8) sporting
by special design of marbles and laboratory ramps. This much can be discovered too by anybody with some golf balls, a putter, a pack of cigarettes, or a bag of Doritos, and as much to think about as Boethius or Montaigne, as much as with any torsion balance
or atomic interferometer.
The interferential refractometer could be another awkward thing to carry and has not been the subject of many pop music songs, but "rotam volubili orbe versare", turning
the wheel of fortune as swifltly as she pleases, the chances go around. Twists and turns, and so-called gravity is not even a lateral or vertical force, from one end of the business and all the locks and keys to all the others; and it is not, in fact, a force
of any practical or significant measure in real physics, and there is not a 4th dimension to speak of and make sense out of the six principle cosmic directions. Therefore, gravity does not have anywhere to hide more than by the barrels or the carts, yet there
is no where that it can be found beyond any extension in space and time.
Geometry never tires and geometry never sleeps, between the mind and the world what a difference one little figure can make,
and LBJ once gave a speech in which he expressed concern about the growing powers of "the masters of infinity". He said "control of space means control of the world. There is something more important than the ultimate weapon, and that is the ultimate position.
The position of total control over Earth that lies somewhere in outer space."
Hoo eee, cause and effect and the angle, since in natural units, for the multiplication of experience, it is convenient
to set Big "G" equal to 1 anyway, the formula for universal gravity can be as simple as 6 x 1/ 6 x 1 = 1, and divide by one as often as needed to resolve all things as well as the principle of universal proportion. To check the proof for the masters of infinity,
where phenomena come and go, relatio secundum esse, going in and out, a unified duality of two sixes in one appears like snake eyes facing each other in dice. There is always a side to things and beyond,
and one six for this side, one for that side, for the line and the circle.
Some call it dodekomachy, yet others may deny that things should be so simple, and insist they will never stop being more
complicated: that there is a 4th dimension, and Minkowski, Einstein, Carl Sagan and the others were not fools: but they will never find any proof, and they will only go round and round in circles ... ad infinitum in 3-D ...
As much as a headache consists in the form of pain, the thing in the measure, there are three principle ways to define something somewhat, whether again or not. As by the thing itself is what comes first, and what it is like for sameness or any parallel of comparison is second, and what it does is third, as they say to what end, so
it goes that the universal seed of logic in the syllogism is strictly 3-D.
Like the arc of the rainbow, representing a sign of magnitude that remains unsurpassed(49), "every syllogism is effected
by means of three terms", in the two propositions, as the major and minor premise, and the conclusion in the overall effects. There are three types of syllogism where the two propositions and the conclusion are always qualified by their significance in three
parts: the subject term, the predicate term, and the copula, e.g. the dynamic. The qualification of extent by the quantifier is also three dimensional. When one reasons well, if the premises of the argument are true, it will be impossible for the conclusion
to be false, and there never appears an undermining divergence, not from 4th or more dimensions to spoil any of the salt.
More or less, as so or like so, as often as things may spoil, going bad
it is the same evidence again, that what was once good is no longer so, but has become erringly otherwise, and there is not a recognizable 4th dimension to help explain it. A maxim of the Stoics was that "a kind act is made up of three parts: firstly, the
giver's, secondly the recipient's, and thirdly the rewarder's; and that the recipient amply rewards the giver if he willingly accepts the gift and keeps it perpetually in his memory."-50
Congeniality may try to be like everything
the sort in life: as much as happy cookie cooker identification in thinker thinking thought. 善 有 善 报 (shàn yǒu shàn bào), do well and have well, they say by the seasons in China.
Understanding the best in itself and of itself is marvelous; and if it endures, it is even more marvelous, and so many things come in three's, on land, on water, and in the air, that they cannot all be counted any more than the wind. For example, Don Quixote made three sallies to conquer the world and set things aright, even to the back of beyond, and as he said, "geometry puts this truth beyond all doubt".
was nothing he could not make, no knick-knack he could not manufacture, even in particular to the finest birdccages and toothpicks. As he observed, besides imagination, the three acts of the mind are in apprehension, judgment, and reasoning, and the ancient
philosophers were agreed that philosophy has three sorts of inquiry in physics, logic, and ethics, which sometimes were also labeled the natural, rational, and moral. And there are three requisites to start if an artist wants to produce something, in the natural
gift, education, and practice. And nobody with any sense hestitates to admit either that there is indeed some cause in and of being, some norm in knowing, and some aim in living.
The universal way of diplomacy, negotiation, and 20 Questions is always three, in person, place, or thing; and all argumentation and arbitration that follows from high and low, left and right, is only validation of three kinds, in
demonstrations, proofs, and probabilities.-51
Three primary colors too as well that "nature is an endless combination and repetition of very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through
innumerable variations,"-52 and as much as music is kin to math, there are three universal functions in the circle over it all, in sine, cosine, and tangent, and three kinds of waves that follow: and three again for transverse, longitudinal, and surface: and
three again in matter, electromagnetic, and mechanical.
Like photosynthesis, osmosis, and the channel circuits of the mail, the meaning of a sign has a general mode of being superior to its particular
instances. The meaning of life is greater than plants and the alphabet, and the implication consists as well in a triadic relation over and above the three individual terms: for example, sign-vehicle, signified, and interpretant as referent that it connects.
The immanence of sign of relation is in virtue of the essential course, and likewise there are only three orders of cause in nature that follow in the efficient, coincidental, and accidental.
the world would be "put under the mind for verb and noun", it all boils down to subject, verb, and compliment for the experience of why besides what and how. They used to say that the practice of
the usage in grammar, "which rules even kings", provides the foundation of all knowledge in meaning and direction. There is the subject and predicate of cause and effect, with the verbal process
and connection between them for the third part. The eight parts of speech are an octave to follow the first three of noun, verb, and predicate modifier; and the first one there, the noun, really accounts for all the others, as everything is a thing, and there
are three basic kinds of conjunctions.
So it goes, and "the structure of every sentence is a lesson in logic" and a virtual exercise in 3-D.-53 As much as in logic as in chess, and all other sports,
the three most important elements are time, space, and material; and there are only as many as three ways for any king to find an escape from checkmate. He can move to a safe square where he cannot be captured, or he can block the check by interposition, or
he can capture the enemy piece. And a king cannot castle into check, in check, or through check, another three as no's.
short presentation of a list of all things that are in three parts, and also that are one, would include an introduction, a body, and a conclusion,
like every speech that as much as a motion has an introduction, a body, and a conclusion too. As Aristotle taught rhetoric, "in making a speech one must study three points: first, the means of producing persuasion; second, the language;
third the proper arrangement of the various parts of the speech."
Besides speech, conversation, the news, and telling stories and great big lies, people often make do with lists. Lists may be as universal as gossip, and it is such a common experience to list things that Umberto Eco said in his opinion that "the list
is the origin of culture. It is part of the history of art and literature". By some design in the numbers then, lists create a framework, as much as they inhabit the memory, and represent a figure of direction within the understanding. Eco even expressed the
strange opinion that people "like lists because we do not want to die," and no one wants to die. Even people who want to go to Heaven do not want to die to get there.
If not once or twice, the third time is a
charm, and many things come in three's, like the celestine trifecta. For example, in intelligent communication and grammar there is first, second, and third person, which are enough for all cases of voice, whether in singular or plural; and there is
only past, present, and future in time, of course, like yesterday, today, and tomorrow. "Of necessity the past gives way to the future, and the present is but a fleeting instant joining the former with the latter. This
is a fact, a motion, a law ..." and people should not regard it in itself as too much an evil that everything passes away.-55
is roundly waiting at every doorstep, tapping foreheads, hanging from mirrors, rattling beer bottles and tea cups, suspended on cigarettes, and the mind has within its sphere only three root faculties of memory, understanding, and will, that go round
and round in circles, three for one, and then the two feet that walk in between one and another.
The three parts of an ideal paragraph are a topic sentence, supporting sentences, and a concluding sentence, and the mind works by three degrees when it intellectually perceives a subject. There is the subject, the faculty of perception,
and the objective contemplation in consideration that proceeds from them both. Another way to say it is that in a name, word, or number that fructifies in the mind there are three parts of cognitive awareness in virtue of the denomination, perception, and
recollection. And in Christianity, all blessings, prayers, and the greatest happiness of eternal life (perpetua capiamus gaudia vitae, etc.) are in three dimensions: in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. In theology, there
are three levels of activity in the natural, preternatural, and supernatural and none can escape the Trinity, and the trivium of classical education follows the pattern too by grammar, logic, and rhetoric, et cetera.
Clostridio Bucalino, always testing the funnel, wrote in the "Encyclopaedia Confiteor Confundatii Fundibulo" that "in statistics it is all about mean, median, and mode as much as every statistic is within a circle. Therefore, averages are
signs from Heaven and things higher up, and God almighty is three in one. So it goes for all purposes of information and spying."
"Therefore, when the mind knows itself and loves itself, there
remains a trinity, that is the mind, love, and knowledge." And the mind here in such a case is accepted not simply for the soul, "but for that which is the more excellent in the soul."-56
sphere and every vision in the cosmos, as much as every word, is excellent enough in 3-D. In physics and science, there are only three key parts in time, space, and energy. All mathematical formulas of algebra, calculus, and geometry are in 3-D and as proportional
to one as only three dimensions. "Every positive integer is representable as a sum of at most three triangular numbers,"-57 and everything in existence and existence itself can be represented or resolved by at least that and another factor of one. As well,
there are only three parts to any financial position: assets, liabilities, and owner's equity.
Things can be either good or bad or a mixture of both, and there is not any pattern of increase
or road to infinity that has a 4th dimension also with logic. For instance, imagine that hidden in the Great Smoky Mountains not far from Lost Cave, Tennessee, or the timeshares in Gatlinburg, there is an infinitely long bridge about three feet wide made from
dark wooden planks taken from the devil's own most complex mill. As the odd rabbit or two comes hopping along to pass along the way, a scientist stops and takes a saw and begins cutting from the bridge many identical little cubes. Since the bridge is infinitely
long, winding into the abyss, an infinite number of cubes can be cut from it. On and on it goes, with the Ivy League mathematicians counting mountains of rich and richer tiny cubes.
The eerie devil's
mill bridge into infinity made from wooden planks does not take up much room in the small steps; yet foot by foot -- by foot, claw, or hoof -- on it goes into the creepiness forever; and the dark black cubes go higher and higher still. Perhaps a wicked
hush communicates itself where there is no end in sight, but being only three feet wide, even little people and many illegal Mexicans, trying to escape the long arm of Donald Trump, could easily hop across, or fall off by a fifth if not so careful.
Still, if as many little cubes as possible were cut from the bridge, someone could begin to fill the universe with them. Since the bridge is infinite, going on and on and on, an infinite number of cubes could
be cut from it, and with time they could fill up the entire universe. All that would be needed is to put a small cube first in a red wheelbarrow at the park, and then over and over again, the same process building a bigger cube over and around it everywhere.
Watch it go and the little cubes will bury the wheelbarrow and everything in sight.
Eventually the agglomeration of cubes would become colossal and fill the whole cosmos completely, and there would
be no 4th dimension anywhere in any of it, and no room for anything else. What could not fit in it could not fit in anywhere else either, even for a tricky old snake, unless he was already hidden in the pile.
Nec plus ultra, nothing further beyond except for infinity, beyond all device, and all by three in one ... three in one. This side, that side, and the other, as much as billions and trillions of dollars in
China, if the geometry experiment descends into the abyss or ascends to the stars, the way of gains and losses, accomplishments or failures, follows a path set in 3-D. The most colossal cube could be contained within a cosmic sphere of the greatest size, like
a balloon that contained every other geometric figure and everything possible, yet no where within any of it would there be any trace of a 4th dimension.*
Even if there are magicians or strange other-worldly beings who can make themselves disappear, then reappear, materializing out of nowhere and thin air, then passing through walls, what does that mean except that they do not go in
and out of a 4th dimension? For all the invisible powers of invisibilities, whatever they could be, still evoke universal proportion when things are finally revealed, and they always come through and manifest in 3-D. Whatever the something else unseen within
a trick may be, perhaps something preternatural or supernatural even, however mysteriously weird, all magic circles about within 3-D, since it is the beginning and end of all unification.
the atomic theory of H20, that water appears out of thin air for atoms in the limit, in substance there are three parts to a magic trick. As Cutter in "The Prestige" said, “Every great magic trick consists of three parts or acts. The first part is called
'The Pledge'. The magician shows you something ordinary: a deck of cards, a bird or a man. He shows you this object. Perhaps he asks you to inspect it to see if it is indeed real, unaltered, normal. But of course ... it probably isn't.
The second act is called 'The Turn'. The magician takes the ordinary something and makes it do something extraordinary. Now you're looking for the secret ... but you won't find it, because of course you're not really
looking. You don't really want to know. You want to be fooled. But you wouldn't clap yet. Because making something disappear isn't enough; you have to bring it back.
That's why every magic trick
has a third act, the hardest part, the part we call 'The Prestige'.”
And without some smoke and fire at least now and then, magic would not be the same, and by coincidence the components
of the fire triangle are three: oxygen, heat, and fuel.
Old school Aristotelian entelechia is a simple three-ring circus too, of origin, effciency, and end; and some philopsophers say the
mind is also like a fire, and the three components of transcendentalism combine aspects of the intellectual, the aesthetic, and the spiritual. In a similar way, all useful energy is a simple network of three parts in the generator, the transmission, and the
grid, and so on.
"A good many things go around in the dark besides Santa Claus",-58 and one old-time observation that may have been forgotten is that there are only three things that God does not know:
what a Jesuit is actually thinking
2. how many different orders of nuns there are
3. and how much money the Franciscans have
If irony is not necessarily wasted on the stupid or poor, sensus sensuum infectui, there are still many people like Buttercup, who may
think all the world could go to Hell, but they should always have their coffee or tea. There were three mysterious visitors to Abraham too, and the three theological virtues of Christian religion are faith, hope, and charity; and the three purposes of
any house are stability, prosperity, and happiness, and the three basic functions of money are as medium of exchange, measure of value, and store of wealth, and so forth, bling bling bling.
If a good and cheerful soul would be a little temple of prayer, and good works, for time on the vine and contemplation, then also for
3-D, with little wingèd friends, in the spirit flying, in-and-about, too-da-loo too-da-loo, tibi-tibi-tibi: whereby faith, wise counsel, and understanding may cultivate the breadth, length, and
height of that sense of vocation which surpasses all knowledge. Even among the cherubim, dominions, and powers, little elves and fairies like Tinkerbell only want peace, that the spirits and roots of admirable animation and kindest memories may be enriched
even to the life of happiness in the Trinity. "To dream the impossible dream", of course, is something more than for a mere demi-puppet crooner, to calm the heart and hear the solemn curfew, and not fall away into the dreadful abysss far below.
Like the myth of Er, where St. Paul mentions "depth" in Ephesians, he does not mean a 4th dimension, certainly, but only a magnitude of grace and increase to the everlasting realm in 3-D ... in nomine
Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti, etc. Destiny may be hard to judge for size and attainment, but the Bible never mentions a 4th dimension in any way, shape, or form. There was not one in the pillar of fire or the pillar of cloud; there was not one in any
flash of lightning from storm, thunder, or smoke; and Moses never saw one in the burning bush, or in the parting of the Red Sea, or in all the distresses and arcane trivia of Egypt.
By nature and
all the great brains and lungs of leviathan, and the ancient Dog Star in the sky, the Egyptians could not find any 4th or 5th dimension either, not for all the troubles of the flooding along Nile in the seasons or all the plagues and everything else that could
Plato taught that there were three principle faculties within the sphere of a human soul in the appetitive,
rational, and the spirited, and Aristotle recognized essentially the same thing. Since whatever there is of motion is a question of animation, virtue, and assimilation, the Platonic theory of the
soul (Latin "anima", soul, breath) is not so different from the classical theory of impetus, momentum, and motivation based on potential and actual forces, et cetera. Specific animation and actualization by design in virtue of assimilation or accomodation
explain the world of motion better than Newtonian "gravity".
The Platonic concept of the soul as the animating force with three faculties in one (rational, appetitive, and spiritual) parallels
the virtue and assimilation of other forces and elements animated in nature. In terms of the real material world of physics, the patterns or design present in elemental structures, and the dispositions of potential motion, and actualizations of force, would
be like the rational, appetitive, and spirited: like a car, the key, and the ignition, etc.
Besides the overall attributes of animated forces, which are three, in more or less and whatever likeness, in one cosmos, many more things are organized in three for one and one for three to be perfect. For example, the three basic
areas of driving are decisiveness, communication of intention, and vision; and in piloting a plane, there are only pitch, yaw, and roll.
it goes, and the three basic steps in the printmaking process are creating the printing plate, inking the plate, then transferring the image to the plate, and the three basic parts of a firearm are the action, stock, and barrel.
The three basic parts of the calendar and its astronomy are the Earth, Sun, and Moon; and the three basic particles of subatomic theory are neutrons, electrons, and protons. The three
parts of life of a natural creature are genesis, growth, and nutrition, where the three main parts of a cell are cell membrane, nucleus, and cytoplasm. The three main parts of a plant are roots, stems, and leaves; and the three main parts of a neuron
are cell body, axon, and dendrites; and three main parts of a brain are cerebrum, cerebellum, and brain stem.
The three main parts of education are the three r’s, reading, writing, and arithmetic,
and so it goes ad infinitum. As space reflects nature, for a few more, the three main parts of a sphere are radius, circumference, and volume. The three main parts of geometry are length, width, and height; and the three main parts in duality of a cube
are front and back, the sides, and top and bottom; and the three extrinsic parts of a rhetorical situation are the issue of exigence, the audience, and the set of constraints.
"We can speak and
think only of what exists", and a thesis statement likewise has three main parts: the limited subject, the precise opinion, and the blueprint of reasons. The human figure is composed of head, torso, and limbs, and the goodness of a moral act is determined
by three elements in object, intention, and circumstances. In business the three forms of work are manufacturing, service, and merchandising; and for all the math to assess everything, there are the equalities,
inequalities, and functions.
In acting, the portrayal is carried out in three main vehicles of voice, body, and imagination; and out
of all the repetition of so many things in three's, and out of all kinds of increase or decrease and tool boxes, et cetera, there is no room or angle for a 4th dimension. And time is not from a 4th dimension either, of course, since if anything is truly universal
it annihilates anything that would be its opposite. If the 4th dimension were universal like time, it would be mathematically sound, like three dimensions; and being mathematically sound, it would have something in common, like the present, something in common
with so many other things; and it would annihilate its contradiction in any parallel of time and place; but it never does, as much as it never even makes a schedule.
There is no schedule to keep
or anything to see that needs a 4th dimension; and time is not independent of space, as much as vertical is not independent of horizontal; and space and time cannot be separated. Every one has its others, where time is always three and one in past, present,
and future, as time necessitates space, as much as space necessitates time, as much as two points in time, like two points in space, cannot be separated by nothing.
There is always some kind of
tension or balance between them. If it is some kind of presence or procession, and if salt is for some kind of energy in the third wave, for example, like a battery, we have time because everything cannot happen at the same time, and we have space because
everything cannot happen in the same place. Natural motion, as a solution, is not and cannot be instantaneous; and there is not any time or space without some associate property of energy, however subtle or rarefied, et cetera.
In the fragments of Book III, Chapter VII, Volume I of Bucalemo Niinor's "Tractatus Latior", regarding construction, continuation, and simplicity of a side, he writes, "as this one and the rest of them, as well as all of them before
and after, and all the others, as well as the unknown, must be on one side or the other, therefore, the greatest all parallel must exist, and its sphere of universal proportion." And it is just here in the sense of parallel, as any circle of this relates to
any circle of that, that the 4th dimension fails, since it does not have any.
In the ethymeme from most to least, and always at least one side, he writes almost prophetically, that "never too much
it is as far away from one side as from the other, when from the middle perridapoes in two's; and always from the middle, the scale will find some resolution, when to infinity; therefore, as there are so many
divisions in time and space, from most to least, and least to most, moderation is as great a virtue as any key."
Somewhat like the "miraculum orbis universali" mentioned in other ancient
texts, in Book IV, Chapter III, Volume II, in the description about the light that quickens, it seems that if there were any justifiable proof for the 4th dimension, and so forth, Bucalemo would have found it, since he was so thorough, and it must be that
it is on one side or the other of any extensive system of possibility at all. Yet since it never is simply on one side or the other, and never so clear for parallel, it must never be anywhere.
has never been seen to be wrong, certainly not when well applied, and Dante's "Divine Comedy" is one vast convention resolved in three parts: the Inferno, Purgatorio, and Paridisio, and every circle, bolgia, and sphere of whatever at whatever level, from top
to bottom in the book, is according to its way in 3-D.
Even the egregious hoax of Foucault’s pendulum, which supposedly would present discovery of a heliocentric bridge into infinity, by
division from zero at the equator, or with a hidden gyroscope in the fixed plane of cosmic oscillation, even it as such a thing like that has never given any sign of a 4th dimension. Therefore, the 4th dimension is merely stroboscopic fantasy, like such a contraption at the equator that would be detailing infinity à l'envers for penguins, a falsehood among mice and men, less than zero and the secret in the dirt.
After studying proofs for division by zero, and that all numbers equal all others, including trillions in the markets to one index finger on the button, Foucault's pendulum runs into
the same problems as Galileo's marbles and Newtons's musket balls ... ad infinitum. As much as the question is not beyond natural comprehension, natural space is rather mixed together this way then that, ex post facto, and not "absolute", not absolute
in the sense of present infinitude, of course. Since all places and quantum planes render the set of many different points, connected, collected, and arranged together in many different patterns and levels, et cetera, it is more like a universal solute resolved
in proportions of extensive parts.
is gradual, a thing created and space is too, and if one little pig from NASA spaced out and traveled to Mars, then to the most distant star, it would have been only halfway to the point that was twice as far away. If one then went to the point that was twice
as far away, it would still not have been halfway into infinity, because infinitude cannot be fathomed by parts. Halfway or less to the point that is twice as far away is as far as any natural motion can go to reach the limitless edge that always vanishes
beyond measures. Except that it exists, it comes back around that the infinite quality cannot be contained by a numbered amount, not more than one. Counting higher does not really do any good to capture such a thing absolutely otherwise the case where any
kind of infinity is infinite. Therefore, it goes beyond all quanta such as natural numbers, integers, operations, weights, lights, or color wavelengths and particles, et cetera, however great, that cannot be infinite ... of themselves.
The old man Simeon who waited in the Temple prayed, "nunc dimittis servum tuum in
pace, Domine, secundum verbum tuum, quia viderunt oculi mei salutare tuum". Now dismiss thy servant O Lord, in peace, according to thy word: for my eyes have seen your salvation. And in extensive concurrence with Huygens' principle, the mathematics of the
cosmos is in the form of a sphere among many various spheres, as much as all the eyeballs that see it and look back and forth at each other.
There are a few ways to recognize that the cosmos overall
is a sphere, and that it is not infinite, even without the help of satellites. For example, that which "is absolutely infinite cannot be excelled" -- since, "any perfection that can exist in numerically
different things is more perfect if it exist in several than if it exist merely in one. Therefore, what is absolutely infinite cannot be found in several numerically different things,"(59) since if there
could or can be another of a sort, it is not infinite.
Yet we see that things in nature excel by numbers from day to day, always going for a total, wherefore the philosopher says "the infinite
is that which exceeds the finite, not exactly by reason of any finite measure, but in excess of any measure that could be assigned".-60
with billion dollar'd wrenches from Judeo-Masonic controlled NASA, it may be impossible to reach Saturn with the best apex acme of all golf ball retrievers; but if there were innumerable really long ones extended as far as Saturn, from all around the surface
of the Earth, it would create the appearance of a spiked sphere in outer space, like a cosmic gumball from a sweetgum tree. If all extensions and extentionists to the range of Saturn could continue on equidistant with the most distant star, they would make
another sphere, and if they then went only halfway to the point that was farthest away from Saturn, or halfway to the point that was twice as far away from there, the overall pattern that would emerge would be three more spheres. So as it goes gumball added
to gumballs, the cosmos must be a sphere.
If everything was gumballs perhaps it would be more obvious, and it seems that "man is the child of customs,
not the child of his ancestors"(61), where every parallel follows another -- within the way of a particular uniform curve around. Likewise, whatever its radius, the form of the cosmos is in a sphere;
and the Earth is the sphere at rest at the center; and Kepler's law of the ellipse simply does not fit the spherical nature of the place in space of the Earth in the cosmos.
The greatest circle
goes around the others and the rest; and if space is called absolute, it still is fractional in the corners. Jolly corners even for a space of time, and this also is the pattern in best agreement with all the telescopic evidence from outer space, including
extensive studies of the isotropy of the cosmic microwave background radiation, the CMB dipole, gamma radiation and gamma ray bursts, X-ray clusters, quasars, and the spherically layered distribution of distant star clusters around the earth: and the doppler
effects of redshift in starlight, etc. "The simple interpretation is that all the radiation in the universe, whether it is symmetric or asymmetric, is centered around the Earth. All the data show that, as far out as our telescopes can see, space is oriented
As far back as the 8th century BC, Isaiah described the earth and the universe as a sphere. "It is he that sitteth upon the globe of the earth, and the inhabitants thereof are
as locusts: he that stretcheth out the heavens as nothing, and spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in."
Qui sedet super gyrum terrae, et habitatores eius sunt quasi lucustae: qui extendit velut
nihilum caelos, et expandit eos sicut tabernaculum ad inhabitandum.-63
The heavens, planets, and stars are stretched out all around the earth, which is a sphere within spheres. The celestial orbs
are spread out as circles, which is what Anaximander, Anaximenes, Pythagoras, Xenophanes, Parmenides, Plato, Eudoxus, Aritstole, Ptolemy, Tycho Brahe, Riccioli and many others believed. Copernicus himself was still in circles before Kepler and the ellipse,
and Newtonian gravitation is not a terrestrial or cosmic force of any lateral significance. Since gravity is not at all sideways, it remains an easy toss into the abyss, straight down the old volcano, and the
earth and the cosmos are all in spheres, then Newtonian gravitation is not vertical either.
Except for the labels, and the situation, there is not any normative sense of up or down projected within the larger picture from the greatest sphere. Since any vertical column from a sphere is lateral to many sets around another perpendicular plane, what is meant by
vertical is really up and away or down to the center. From any tower, there is always another circle in many sets of four corners, formed
in steps at ninety degrees of the uniform curve around, where the direction in sides are reversed. The lateral at one edge becomes the vertical at another and vice versa. Where at one angle from the surface, they would build taller, at another they build wider.
All the way around a view, the latitude always connects a longitude, and the longitude always connects a latitude, either way if the labels
are reversed. And, certainly, the infinite does not speed up or increase. It remains the same, as much as the infinite divisibility of extension, or radius, is total absurdity.
If there were an infinite motion, it would have to be absolutely instantaneous, quite a thing uncaused the same way all the time, uncausable, in fact, curved uniformly without limiting radius, and indivisible. Unlimited and beyond
measure, it would have to be supernatural, whereas natural motion cannot remain indivisible or occur absolutely instantaneously. Natural motion cannot take place in a single instant, and that way be beyond measure, but must pass through different instants
by division, even if the instants would begin to seem microcosmic or difficult to number.
An indivisible singularity that would be perfectly continuous with uncaused motion would not be something natural, since
any natural motion must always have at least two parts. Natural motion is everywhere inflected by some form of division, another duality in three dimensions of cause and effect, featuring some fractional bias, whereas any infinite motion in what would be called "absolute
space" is not.
(*VI) The term "infinity" can be used in two different senses. It can mean innumerability and things that run beyond
practical measure. This is the potential infinity that can fit inside some people's heads for a thought experiment. Then there is absolute infinity, which is also actual infinity, or the unmitigated infinity, also mentioned of uncaused and uncausable motion
or being, which simply cannot fit inside people's heads and cannot be fathomed by parts or any measures. Nobody can count their way into absolute unmitigated uncausable infinity by exponents of any kind or calculus.
just for a look ...
A man walking home from
downtown office work in the city happened to pass a halfway house for indigent parolees from the jails and mental health and substance abuse clinics. There was tall wooden fencing all along the sidewalks, covering the sides for total enclosure. He couldn't
see over, but he could hear from the yard inside the excited voices of the inmates laughing and shouting, "twelve, twelve, twelve".
The planks of the fence were so tightly placed together
that no one could see through any cracks. When he spied a good hole in the fence, suddenly he felt so curious that he could not help but look in to see what was going on. All of a sudden, just as he thought he'd get a look, he was poked rudely in the eye with
a stick. They all started laughing "ha, ha, ha" and shouting "thirteen, thirteen, thirteen."
(One Thanksgiving holiday a visiting granddaughter, a high school cheerleader at the time, and Colonel Bonaventure were watching Carl
Sagan expostulate on a TV rerun about Edwin Abbot's book "Flatland", and the 4th dimension and "tesseracts". They were so entertained by his depiction of a hyper-cubed tesseract that they managed to write a poem in response, even if not very good, as it may
be for an odd occasion.)
Junior Varsity Invocation of
O tesseract, O tesseract!
where have you gone?
Sans wisdom, you could be exact
such as was song
Saw you in the funny papers
so crazy cool
Full of mischief, a real caper
too cool for school
No one's seen you in sand pebbles
roses or thorns
From yon 4th dimension revels
trumpet the horns
One sign from you could bring more mirth
than cold green beer
or all said wisdom of this earth
twinkling with cheer
You know how to spin a handle
out of thin air
If you were stuck in my sandal
would i not care?
If a tesseract was stuck inside somebody's shoe, and he examined it as closely as possible, the thing-in-itself -- das Ding an sich -- would only manifest in 3-D. If it was from yon 4th dimension, one could
never tell for analysis of the confusion. If it looked like something that might enjoy a better explanation than just looking at it, and staring, he could ask a scientist for help, and if he could get directions to the 4th dimension, so he could return it.
Many scientists perhaps would try and think they are making sense, but it would only be more bad directions. The teachers of heliocentric doctrine and relativity will say, however, that this is
because people and the world are trapped in three dimensions and cannot comprehend the 4th.
They have a way to suppose that
it is no surprise that math should hurt the brain, and that from three dimensions one is unable to discover the fourth; as supposedly from two dimensions, one would be unable to discover the third, if it was not already known that it was in existence. What
one sees of the hyper-cubed tesseract, limited in three dimensions, that was caught in the shoe, therefore, is only a shadow of the fourth, so to speak. Yet any painting that represents three dimensions in two shows the third as well as that there is not a
A postulant of the 4th, 5th, or n dimensions may continue, however, that if a coordinate system is everywhere restricted
to four opposite directions, from two intersecting lines in one plane, there would be no way to tell that there was a third dimension. Therefore, as well, when a coordinate system is three dimensional, we only imagine that it is complete because we are unable
to recognize a fourth dimension in it, except by the weirdest whisper of a shadow.
To illustrate the example, imagine that
we are perfectly flat, so absolutely flat, as flat as we can be, and that we live in a place called "Flatland". In this community of flatness, everybody would be exceptionally level, of course. The citizens would have width and length but no height at all.
As the flatest circles, squares, triangles, pentagons, hexagons, octogons and other two dimensional figures go, we would circulate about in our geometry and pursue the flatest business in the world in the flatest buildings and very level flat places.
According to experience as Flatlanders, we would only know about four sides to a subject: left and right, forward and back, but we have
never heard of up and down. Our awareness there is kept completely horizontal, with no direct recognition of the vertical, and our situation here would be similar to that, when we try to imagine the fourth dimension in a cube, et cetera.
This is the fantasy land described by Edwin Abbot in his science fiction account, "Flatland", a satirical novella first published in 1884, that
would help convey in some way the imaginary existence of a 4th dimension. By limiting the perspective, with removal of one side of things in the up and down, by restricting the three we know to two, a cloud of unknowing would descend in a plane, sufficient
that from two dimensions one should be able to discern by illustration of analogy in the confusion that there would also be a fourth.
is this really true, and logical, or only science fiction? On the other hand, could a Flatlander not reasonably begin to figure out one day that there must be a third dimension in space but never, and forever never, a fourth, even without visitation of a higher
being from the third?
It should be obvious at least that there are two sides to things, even in Flatland. There is always a
beginning and an end, since everything has at least two sides. Duality and reflection of rotation, looked at from either side of four directions, from this way to that, clockwise or counter-clockwise, creates the indirect impression of a sphere, overall, or
a rubik's cube, since the two sides are opposite in mathematical intention.
Every aspect has at least two sides and a middle, and people mull things over in 3-D. There is the mind itself, that
is one, the declension of inflection, and as reflection that is two, and then the process of retension or conjugation of conjunction in between, that is three ...
Even with the greatest flatness possible, the thinnest figures in Flatland will still have at least some edge for their borders. If the factor "y" of the vertical
axis was really zero, in terms of existence, not only for putative denial of location, then Flatland would not be able to exist, because the horizontal is not independent of the vertical. x is not independent of y, and zero times zero is zero, only zero of
zero by the sea, where there would be no summer waves, April showers, or winter ice. If there was no vertical aspect of even the most leveled and lowest sort, there would be no horizontal, because without some quality of the vertical there would not be any
sides of width and length.
For instance, if the point of origin of Flatland is (0,0) for the x and z axes (excluding y) the
value is in terms of position not ontology, if Flatland exists at all. The 0 there is expressed in terms of the center location and direction not nothingness. Where there is always a designated zero point for "y", everywhere one goes in Flatland, the zero
is really in terms of curiosity of position, for a ubiquitous lack of elevation not existence. There is no position of elevation to any account in Flatland, but there is still an edge to the littlest fractional amount all around and in all the figures.
In a two dimensional cross-section, the third dimension is hovering above and below, even if it exists in Flatland only by constant evasion
-- by the thinnest edge of its plane. "Y" does not equal nothing predicated of zero, even in Flatland, except after the style of lack of elevation in location, not total non-existence; and the third dimension manifests virtually in two, even where it may seem
to be missing. Therefore, the image of the third, if not its more direct experience, is already there in Flatland, even as flat as it could be.
If a poor square took a good look around and saw the border of a circle one day, he could begin to realize that things were not as flat as he thought. A circle is not flat in the edge of the curve, going all the way around; and every figure
has a face, and every face has two sides. Records have side A and side B, for instance, and with any grooves for the sound that is getting a little three dimensional already.
Increase and decrease are possible in Flatland, of course, as much as the numbers, no matter how flat, so how can the way be sure that a circle will not one day change a few degrees, as events may determine for proof of awareness?
With adjustments, funny things may happen, and perhaps it may even seem that the figures in the place would breathe a little. If one could not hold his breath, he would just have to let it out.
vertex of every angle other than 180" is bent and bent is not so "flat". The reason a proper circle should be flat is that it has three hundred and sixty degrees rotated equally in its plane. However, if there were any dents, bumps, or crinkles in rotation
around, in the life of a circle, or if any of the degrees were lost or too many added, it will not be so well curved in the event and flat in the edge. If it begins to crinkle in a corner, it will develop a little concavity. Or if it adds too many, it will
begin to bulge, and either way the math goes, if it does not add up correctly to exactly 360", it will lose some of its fitness for flatness.
If a triangle, a rhombus, or a Euclidean kite were only thinking about the complete flatness of a curve that goes all the way around, the thought would also need to see the form of any circle in projection from above and below, to see the
totality. The thing could be different colors on different sides, and seeing things from both sides of the form, for all the color and geometry in projection, is mulling things over in 3-D. If one would see the whole circle, not just a little section in the
offing, one would have to see all points of circumference, and all the degrees in a template from a point of sight to the circle's plane.
Any point of sight to a template is a 3-D implication,
and with enough awareness from juxtapostion of different figures, projection, and superimposition, a Flatlander one day could begin to perceive that the mind of place is 3-D, if not the place itself. For instance, in abstraction of a small blue circle,
superimposed in a red triangle, within a larger yellow square, a little wing of 3-D goes floating by in the principle of separation of species by sight, in the slightest background note of the sequence, and difference in figure, color, and size.
If vision and the mind's eye in Flatland would be represented by a two-dimensional digit, for the flatness of the experience, the interior of the eye would still have to be 3-D from within itself, das
Ding an sich. Water is the essence in the eye, and seeing is a three part process in the drop, and the object seen, the faculty of sight, and the projection of what is seen in the mind. If the digital eye of the land in Flatland were to look around, to see
the nature of the place, it would have to recognize that while things were very flat, there was side A and side B. There would be, therefore, an up and down, as much as the color of one side is opposite the other, when the colors are different. To understand
the picture, therefore, it must be from a third dimensional property hidden in some aethereal cloud of refinement above and below.
It does not make sense to imagine there would be visibility
and light in Flatland, if there was not a third dimension, since light is three dimensional. There is not any light that is not three dimensional any less than a drop of water. Even the smallest digital points of light are in shells that extend in three dimensions.
If Flatland was totally dark and lacked all visibility and color, maybe then a square limited there could not figure it out, that there was a third dimension, and would remain forever in two-dimensional obscurity. But that really is another case to say
that nobody can see anything in Flatland, and that it is totally dark.
There may be no better way to represent a two-dimensional operation of vision, in the eye of the land in Flatland, than by
the smallest digitzed point of light; and there may be no better way to represent the smallest point of light than by a tiny, tiny sphere. So the irony of the third dimension would only be a slight reckoning away, in the hint of the apple of the eye, one day
to be discovered by Flatlanders, who are not absolutely blind and take a good look around to see a luminescent ray.
Once a square discovers the principle of reflections and rotation, he could deduce
that there was in the scheme of things a third dimension, that he could call up and down, even if it was not so well developed in Flatland. If he worked for a flat-ways construction company called Gemini Construction, for example, that was operated by twin
circles, and they were commissioned to build three roads between point Z and point M, it would become apparent again that there are two sides to everything.
And where there is reflection and rotation,
there is also inside and out, and outside and in, which would not be possible without some aspect of a portal, a spiral of portability, even from a third dimension -- even if it were so flat, as flat as it could be.
If when they were facing forward, the twin circles were blue on the right and red on the left, it becomes the reverse order when anyone else faces them, or when they face
each other. If they were both half blue, half red, and they were right-handed to the blue side, when facing each other, the blue effect would be inside to the right, and the red outside to the left. For vice versa, like this or like that, in the cross-over
effects of red and blue, inside and out, from spinning around in circles at work, like so, there arises some restricted inkling of a spiral if not a third dimension in the construction process ... since it all reverses again, if the eye of the land looks
at it with projection from side A or side B.
If Gemini Construction made money by quantity not only quality, and the first
two roads they built from Z to M were in the rounding arc of semi-circles, they would make more money from either of the two semi-circle roads than from building a shorter straight road ZM. The shortest distance between two points is a straight line, certainly,
and less money to charge the government. If they wanted to make as much money from the straight-line road ZM in the middle, as from the two curved roads on the outside, they would have to pack the same quantity of road overall into it, which would in some
way create some elevation -- at least a little, either in a curve up into the vertical, or in smaller scattered bumps, or a tunnel. How could they conceal and condense such tricky business and make extra money, if they would be so devious with a straight line
even in Flatland?
These things must be in common, and an Oversight Commitee would surely have to notice that the third road in the middle was not as level as the first two on the outside. Such
a scheme to make extra money, when it would be discovered, could cause a scandal, if this was how the community began to understand that there was indeed a third dimension in math and the budget, if not more directly in the country. If Gemini Construction
alone recognized the opportunity for bigger dollars in the vertical, but decided to keep things more on the level, because of ethics and fear they could get caught on the fiddle -- at least they would already know in the business that there is a potential
third dimension, everywhere in the corners and reflections, or a trick rotation, if for an extra dollar, when things are restricted in two's, duo duo.
Besides roads, the experience of locomotion and conveyance in Flatland would lead Flatlanders to intuit the third dimension, since no motions would be possible without superficial separation. A doctor of science can understand it is
one thing to be flat and another to be stuck.
Also, the accumulation of reflections and rotations, and the awareness of sideways
that comes from two sides to everything and light, would add to the positive deduction that there are three dimensions in math, even if the country is deprived. The postulates, theorems, and calculations of algebra and geometry will prove it: and any sideways
rotations to any established angles, or any such conveniences or conveyances, not just in opposite directions, or continuing the other way, creates 3-D. If there was not a third dimension, or the least bump of an odd rotation, even if so totally limited as
possible, to be called the flatest duality, everything would get stuck and be completely dark in Flatland.
Two-dimensional things being what they are, with as much fiddling around as there could
be in construction and contracts in a country like Flatland, at least a few poor squares, as well as some circles and triangles, could spy out one day that there are three logical dimensions in math and all the numbers, even if they may be restricted sometimes
and some places to flat two's. They could also recognize that there are only three dimensions in total space for the same reasons that there are only five Platonic solids, and that three dimensions are enough for everything ... ad infinitum.
"The readiness is all", therefore, and there must not be a fourth dimension in space, or anywhere for time, since there simply is
no parallel way to depict four dimensions in three, the way there is to depict three in one and all over two.