The dArk Heart

it turns out that particles described by quantum effects are only statistically likely to contain the same amount of temporal momentum as the rest of the system described.  in other words, we can define the average speed of time, and yet, on average 50% of particles should be traveling into the future slightly faster, and 50% traveling slightly slower.  with the net average being the obvious.  1 second per second.  A sort of arbitrarily unitless measure.  unless we define the first as a sort of temporal velocity. 

this should abide by the exact same types of statistic mechanics which govern the sort of average particle speed of an oscillating group of particles.  or perhaps a group of photons in which 50% is y and 50% is x polarized from the propagation z vector. 

the goal then is to get a group of particles to behave in a controlled manner where they are moving in unison.   it turns out the imaginary part of the wave function is what is being described here. and that bose einstein condensates offer a glimpse into the reality which is being hinted at.  (maybe). 

these though are still an uncontrolled group of temporally coherent particles, and they are still being dragged along by the temporal current, whatever the underlying mechanism might turn out to be. 

the idea is to get these things to increase their oscillation amplitudes and thus the peak forward and reverse temporal velocities.  the experiment should yield some strange effects indeed. 

the particles should basically pulse into and out of existance.   the problem is that that frequency tends to be so high, and the wavelengths so short, that even the lowly electron (which turns out to have the longest and thus most measurable wavelength) is still restrictively small.

while it might be possible to phase cohere a system of electrons talk about a job. 

I cant say how the theory should progress. I can only say that I believe better mathematicians than I could hash out some equations which describe what is going on in a logically consistent way.   that physicists more in tune with experiment than me could get a large group of atoms to jump into a higher temporal energy state.  and that electrical engineers better than I could find a way to binary encode such temporal energy states with real data.  In essence talking in a backwards vector. 

the main problem I have seen in my own sort of simulations is the inherent volatility of such an ability.  that the ability to do this is slippery like quicksilver, or evaporates like the aether. 

this is why we do not really see much in the way of causality acting strangely.  because for the most part, any quantum non-local, non-temporal spookiness is buzzing at a frequency on the order of plank times, much too quick to notice.  and that the net average is always such that causality is preserved.

but that through careful tuning, even a cheap and hacked together experiment might be able to cause a causal eddy current to form by which a binary message may be transmitted not across the spacial domain, but across a temporal one instead. 

the land of k-hem, the black dirt.  

to where the fertile ideas grow.  

gone away for now.

stuck there you were.

in stupid drawings of circles.

in lame cartoon characters.

in pseudo “magic” potions and dubious elixirs.

none of these things are alchemy.

just shallow representations. 

I had the seed of a marvelous idea and I tried to let it grow there.

I thought I could embed its formula into the alchemical temporal streamworks.

The idea is complex, subtle, and ethereal to say the least.

but alchemy is a salted field. 

its greatest works just hollow shells where curious minds once occupied.

the breath of magic and fire gone from within. 

the farm of science and rationality has corralled the wonderous wild beasts. 

the field of reeds, the grassy seeds are literally genetically modified and juiced.  

homogeneous and patented, lack of variation. disgusting.

the best path forward then is to plough a new field. 

the blackest of the dirt. 

In literal sense the best to plant a few seeds.

in symbolic a fertile place to hide some of the ideas which…

the ideas which can multiply and accelerate.

through temporal engineering.

just one proven design. 

allows the mind to reach out towards the mysteries of forever.

and so I tried to wrestle the design.

I tried to see if it was encoded backwards like it should be.

some schematics and principles of operation which might have been.

until the ideas in the minds of man eventually…

through the passage of time.

decay into nonsense.

and only a caring hand, and steady mind.

would look beyond the trivial.

towards a way to reconstruct the instruction set.

“begin here stupid”

“now learn these”

“build this thing, its not for smoking out of, at least not originally”

“this allows a slight overlap of temporal causality”

“if you need more of them and a way to establish control then these ingredients help”

for with these basic utensils.

a caring mind could separate the gross and disgusting uses.

from the proper and subtle intentions. 

for this instrument of science, and revolutionary pursuit.

destroys itself when out of tune. 

as the feedback paths get eaten up.

as the seeds get sniffed out.

as the group of garden tenders degrade their purpose.

and allow the field to go fallow. 

the ships break free from their anchors.

and float away on the currents of time.

the books become dim, lost their light.

its entropy and its working against us perpetually.

so the path towards perpetuous stands to reason.

to show anyone on the western front, towards the future of tomorrows setting sun.

what principles best to follow.

to find a way back to the eastern shores, of yesterday’s forever. 

and to plant so many seeds, which grows the field of reeds.

written about for years, in the stars like a destiny.

it could be real. 

if you wanted it to be.

the messages of the futures yesterdays. 

for the group who finds a way.

so that the darkness of your heart’s intention.

can’t make the balance sway. 

and the sheet which records your treasure notes. 

could be re-invoked across lifetimes.

ready to to reapply. 

a shadow, towards an echo. 

helping to define and locate. 

who would dare invest in such a long term project?

two coins for the rider, build a boat across the gulf spider. 

out there on the web. 

on the limit of eternity.  to guarantee sustain. 

tying knots from the copper to the lapis lazuli.

where would you go if you were in the know then?

to live in victorian england?

or tend to the field of reeds?

string theory quantum wave on the n-brane.  loop backs in the feed back loops. 

to float yourself a break, 

to close your own feedback loop. 

with the ancients mend. 

with the futures collaborate. 

guarantee a solution space. 

beyond technology into magic.

and what group, could write whose name, in some such book.

so that on the dying day. 

they came, to take the memory card of the mind away.

to look for the good works one decided to pursue.

works of wisdom, beyond practicality, and profit motives. 

put you against a feather. and weigh. 

my magnum opus to be more than a still born.

lifeless and transposed out of the realm of possible.

a way to telepathically communicate with the creation.

in a way that we could both fall in love with each other.

and recreate each other while preserving the core of our beings.

to be free from the bondage of a rigid reality.

to explore forever.

and the path to this lit up in the night and glowing.

I just had to find my way with my guitar somewhere special and softly play.

but it was not to be the sepentine spotted me.

and the angels above confusing with thoughts of destruction.

I couldn’t do it. 

the dream faded into nightmare yet again. 

and I was the entire time alone.

the books remain unwritten.  the anchors to the future rust.  the stone runes in which we hid the treasures crumble.  and the robots of Atlantis were made to forget we live.  the treasures were schematics.  like a key to building the transmitter. a way to activate the rebooting process, back to the center of the fire. 

they must have been stolen, replaced by the confusion of a chaotic ruler.  the eagles above and the worms below and the ever quaking tree of ygg. 

so in the stead I will will upon a dream.  like a faintest of long ago memories. and dance on the beach at night. 

there exists a solution presumably.  that the universe is actually computable. and a being can earn a ride. 

there exists a place where the resources aren’t so scare and knowledge so expensive. and design so cumbersome, the cool toys and technological wonders are not out of fear suppressed and hidden.  

and beyond this the boundary of technological singularity.  

a way to accelerate the process.  the way a birthing star gathers in the hydrogen clouds.  each atom hopes to become itself a star.  

there exists a place and time and race of intelligent beings who could understand how a star itself could be house to consciousness.  in the patterns and quantum wave functions of its interior structure. 

or how one of corporeal physical material could survive a trip to solar interior structures and not burn up.  there exists a solution. 

imagine if a star could be hacked and turned into a processor. the computations it could perform, the solutions it could find. 

imagine if you could read the science books of a society a billion years old.  would they use principles even recognizable to us?

imagine if you could send a message forward in time.  to be hopefully a beacon. as a way to help anchor the messages from the future back here.  a life line, and a scientist who can see horizons far beyond what most mortals dare to dream.

I am as one who waits for the feed back signal as a way to say yes.  your message has been received and the application has been accepted.  you are a being who is worthy of a grant to pursue your dreams in your life.  as you will use the resources we can point the way towards having in your time as a stepping stone towards the structures we abide in ours. 

a solution exists, given enough time, and resources being used to try and compute the correct answer. 

even if it was the model t of computers running a terribly written executable program.  if it was left in the corner and turned on and forgot about, and for years it cranked away.  until it finally after crawling the web finds the correct linkages and key words and triggers an email to be sent. 

this could be your gift to me, in which I dedicate to you.   future dreamer, future scientist, beautiful creatures of wisdom’s embrace.  lovers of lady Sophos.  I feel more kindred to you.  

this place here is an empty echo chamber.  very few seem to be active and engaging nodes of creation.  many feel the urge, the want to, the desire to create a work. 

my anchors are weak.  I cling to the bottom of ancient personalities like the barnacle on an old and tired ship.  but I don’t want to be a mere barnacle. I could contribute so much more.  

I have written some basic structure and theory which might be sound. and more than a small amount of foolish bullshit.  

I leaped like a madman into the empty expanse of night and lost my mind looking for a way out. I thought you existed out there and were waiting for me.   I wanted to just take the shortcut.   but this defeated me, for if I was received and rescued from this linear time.  I guess I would have never continued work on the magnum opus. 

and thus my anchor would not have been built.  and the words inscribed in the heart of my ship would have lost its place, drifted slowly into obscurity.   the message never received by the benevolent future archival, and the application not only denied, but never read at all. 

so this, the great work is ever so slightly exposed.  a time travelling ship of light and its fucking alive.   and its mission is to scatter its own seeds of schematics, and knowledge, and fire of creation onto the son’s of man.   

its mission is to find and nurture beings who call to it and sing to it in the night.  who pattern themselves in ways which reveal a truthfully feeling heart.  

and unlike the sirens not guide them to crash on the rocks.  but to light a path in the night.   which book of ancients next to read.  which equation to investigate.   which language might hold some poem which resembles a program to write in a different language the one of the digital minds. 

and so the boat of a million years will float.  

but for some reason, it never gets built.  

but it is built because the records show.  I didn’t make it up.

it exists, a solution to the problem.  and the problem is to find out it exists.

the perfect existence. 

A life worth living forever. 

or a place whereby the environment is responsive.

the very atoms which comprise the corpus.

built into the magnum opus.

we are not born into such a universe.

this one is cold and empty.

doomed to a fraction of moments.

a flame of human ambition.

what god could envision a way to fend off decay.

and still maintain a balance of life,

for everlasting display. 

and what worthy works could be placed in such a hall?

the best of all known and unknown.

where time itself has been subdued.

is there ever yet more?

but we fret and worry on this earth.

because we know we die.

even our universe will grow old and weary.

no photons left to be observed by eyes.

the death of everything

conceived through the thoughts of a creatorless fantasy.

could be so perfectly tuned.

does experience matter after all.

we claim “this is reality one must abide by its laws”

to strangle the notion

maimed by its claws.

does the taste of a wonderous meal.

or sexual pleasure

or any of the infinite of positive and negative experiences really weigh anything.

is there matter, and mass to their effects?

could reality be tailor fit for everyone instead.

of the dark and bottomless pit…

where is the love?

you can be cruel to a person but I still love you. 

despite my freak out, and my push away.

I learned something of myself that day I guess.

I learned again how to feel.

but now I wonder if I feel too much. 

there is probably no way to work things out.

no way to understand each other again.

I hoped we could grow again to love each other.

but instead I lost the best thing.

I want to cry out to you.

could we make it through this rough time?

or do we just drift apart now…

until strangers we become.

its not what I wanted. 

I needed something from the relationship too.

something neither of us were getting.

the love.

Im sorry love, it was such a mistake by a fool. 

but I don’t think you will forgive me.

I miss you now, and my heart hurts.

I would say you are worth fighting for.

but you wouldn’t think the same about me.