Researching a project, I looked up the word “myth” and was reminded that the etymology is effectively – actual events encoded into allegory… or – hypothesised events encoded into allegory…
I mean, I knew that and yet I’ve always thought of “myths” as – things that were supposed to have happened but obviously didn’t… of course there’s Greek tragedy, Aesop, all that – but what about religious texts and fairy tales… reality encoded into allegory… just as maths is reality encoded into numbers…
You’d imagine maths was less artificial than human language, perhaps. And yet, every now and then, I get this weird feeling that maths isn’t real – it’s man-made – and it’s just a remarkable coincidence, worthy of inquiry – that it matches reality so well… And then it’s back to maths appearing as a natural phenomenon again…
Perhaps maths is the outline of a 6th sense, now absent. In the midst of a dark state of mind once, in highschool, I
I’m not a complete layman in terms of Physics but of course this is just a thought-experiment as opposed to a real one… (From last year – trying to “bring back” novel information).
An explanation for the change of light’s state in the “unobserved” and “observed” double-slit test. (When you don’t observe light, our instruments tell us it acts like a wave, when you do, it looks and acts like it’s made up of individual particles).
Imagine we were representing the three dimensional world as a sheet of paper. Then the process of moving through time would be as it is with a flick book – a move through different pages. So if we lay the sheet of paper on the table, the axis of time would now be represented by the axis of height. And we could observe a block of time by stacking a load of sheets on top of the first.
Light, in that it moves
Same Topic, New Ideas…Monday, 4/05/2015
There’s a force driving each of us, that has to be known – and perhaps it’s completely beyond our control, perhaps it’s beholden only to our genetic makeup and environment – and the whims of nature that have brought us about. There may be no such thing as free will and we may be mere spectators of a film – that’s happening to us. It seems fashionable to accept this as fact nowadays and to my mind, compelling enough to believe.
What gets in the way a little, though – intuitively at least – is that sense of importance that comes with awareness. The experience of being alive is so intensely hubristic – it’s such a spectacular dance of surfaces assembling to greet you wherever you go – and you’re there, wired into this beautiful feeling mainframe… and you have this innate desire to live and to thrive and a
Getting Out: Being an Ontological FlaneurSaturday, 18/04/2015
I found myself at a comedy venue, the other week and who should be on, but my friend, Ian Stone! “Every time it snows in this country,” he began, “the first thing they tell you is – don’t take any unnecessary journeys …Now …how often exactly…do you embark upon a journey… that’s…” and the audience was already laughing before he’d finished the sentence…
Of course old Stoney had completely overlooked the flaneurs amongst our number – because the art of The Flaneur is just that – idling, urban exploring, finding joy in going for going’s sake – in essence, taking unnecessary journeys.
Or so I imagine – because I get it, I really like the idea, and yet I’m not one myself. I keep meaning to be – I keep wanting to read certain texts on it, and engage in certain practices, but something stops me from doing it…