A s t r o n o m y

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We can't just let BAUT have all the good and bad astronomy, not that we should be nerds and get up in the middle of the night to see that some star got a tiny bit brighter…

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[SB_UK]

We can't just let BAUT have all the good and bad astronomy...

The problem with knowledge
- it becomes a weapon which is used to subdue.

'Knowledge is power'

There's a lower human (Stage I of mind) desire to be more intelligent than others -
this isn't possible -
we can all be as intelligent as one another (the mental layer) -

- with direct analogy to the physical layer where we all share the exact same anatomical construction (despite very minor superficial differences which people amplfiy to the otherwise).

If we're all of the same potential intelligence -
then how ? can knowledge be used to segregate people (into clever and not so),
instead of resulting in direct convergence.

Divergence < > Convergence
reference - threads by Lloyd Gillespie and Antonio Lao.

The answer would be that any knowledge which is esoterically held is wrong -
- and represents a body of learning which, whether through poor choice of language or actual nature

will be swept aside.

Our poorly worded legal system totters frailly into view.

~*~

The nature of reality is simple
(needs to be simple)
- the nature of words -
or of the meanings which Institutions give to words
- the same words with different meanings to other Institutions is the problem here
- when -
those Institutions attempt to communicate.

~*~

We appear (in the existence of esoteric,unintuitive language) to be observing knowledge being used
to extend itself
(a good thing) -> proper education
- whilst constructing physical hierarchies
(a bad thing) -> 'knowledge is power'

- of the phsyical hierarchy being constructed
as a mechanism (unbeknownst to it) of building a mental hierarchy
- a single convergent structure (mind) to which we'll all adhere (on convergence)

- much as all members of our species adhere to the same basic genome.

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The mind (soon) and ...
... and our species genome (from way back then)
- are final form emergent structures.

Note

mix it up until there are no pedigrees

- refers to the physical and mental abstraction layers
- physical -> mating
- mental -> Occam's razor sculpting a level ...
... playing-field
equality
- mental -> Occam's razor sculpting a level ...
headed
logical
- mental -> Occam's razor constructing a level board upon which our differences are logically rationalised, resolved or ironed out

(to be known henceforth as)
- "Occam's ironing board"

A final form emergent structure may be described by a geometry.

The geometry is of n<24.28 (Rayleigh) (wikiP/Lorenz attractor)



24 layers (as above)
- and then the whole shape 'twizzed' around to 'nearly' close a ring -
generating instead - two three dimensional rings
- overlaid and offset
- actually representing eversions of one another.

Each of the 24 layers has an everted opposite.

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With each layer - each layer twists by ~15 degrees -
such that when the entire 'attractor' has turned (24*15 =) 360 degrees
- it forms two overlaid offset structures in seeming 3d
- not actually 3d
- more a twist in 2d manifold (brane?)
- made up from 1d component part (ermm... string?) in the image above.

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Two offset everted onions
- real close but not overlaid -

to be imagine as the existence of magnetic and geographical north (planet Earth)

- in place on any entity with EM
electro- & -magnetic component

- which is all of 'em.

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Delete as appropriate

"what ? do you mean boy,
what do you mean the answer's in there somewhere"

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S I M P L I C I T Y

Occam sharpened his razor,
To a one-dimensional line,
Then cut his beard into strings.

They sprung from the depths,
Vibrating the songs of reality,
For which all composites sprang.


—BCD—FGH—KLN—P—RST—VW—Y—

In the alphabet, Occam saw the unnecessary,
So he struck out ‘j’, ‘q’, ‘x”, and ‘z’,
being rarities or duplicates,
and then even cut more,
Those being the vowels taking up space.

n th lphbt, ccm sw th nncssry,
S h strck t ‘’, ‘’, ‘’, and ‘’,
bng rrts r dplcts,
nd thn vn ct mr,
Ths bng th vwls tkng p spc.

But then one could only understand him almost
Bt thn n cld nly ndrstnd hm lmst

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[MJA]

Check this Art out Asto, I mean Austin!

This guy continues to amaze people with his sidewalk 3D chalk drawings.

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The dusk deepens, night’s pot of tea steepens;
Silence descends, as when a gift opens;
Eventide rises. On high, Orion camps.
Our eyes catch stars like fireflies in lamps.

The ferry was continuing on to Kauai,
A rare destination,
So we remained aboard.

It’s a quiet island,
One good for honeymooners,
And sightseeing,
Containing the legendary Bali Hai
And the Waimea Canyon,
Lined by a road that is
Not much of a road at all.

Amid the endless sugar cane fields
We came upon yet another tin shack,
But this time we stopped
And gave them some goodies,
And talked and stayed
Into the night
With this Filipino couple.

In the quiet of the night
We could hear the waterfalls
Rushing, way off in the distance.

They knew the names of the stars
And that, therein,
Hydrogen was being converted to Helium
And that that was why the stars shine!

They were surprised
That I knew some Tagolog;
However, I’d spent a lot of time
In the Philippines.

…

Space gives me room to realize
That the Earth couldn’t
Be much farther out in space, alone,
It rolling along a spiral arm, unknown.

The stars of space beckon,
Warm and welcome,
Being the fires of home—
Those ancient lights
Piercing the depths of time.

Look at the stars
In the depths of the night;
Hold the flames in your mind,
Keeping them bright.
Their power flows,
Energizing you from
The eternal charger—
You see the light!

The stars are my mind,
Having made my mind,
And so I’m ever inspired
By a thousand ideas
Beckoning from afar.

They wink in the mind’s meadows,
Like fireflies;
They stab the darkness of naught
With their light,
For the eyes can ever catch these stars,
Like fireflies, in a jar to make the lamp
That burns the night away.

They are eternity’s running-lights;
They’re the gleam in my eyes.
My smile’s light
Is that of a distant sun
From long ago.

From Heaven’s stars
Came my dust eterne,
For I was born of stardust
And then nourished
By the sunlight
That filled my living cup
With so many wonders of delight;
For Time’s seas
Nurtured me and thee in turn.

From time, death, and dust
I thus became,
And so by this, thus, and that
I must return.

Star light is the origin of our being,
Being the source of our matter, energy—
Everything; It’s our radiant spirit,
Our self-winding mainspring.

Soul to soul, it said to me,
“I’m the light, thy spirit’s sight,
A beauty bold and bright,
An inspiration come from darkest night;
You’re a newborn star aglow with insight.”

Oh thee, of thine,
Whence came this life of mine?
I wish thee to thank for this living wine.
Oh Nature, Father Time, Guiding Star—
Thanks for throwing me this earthly lifeline.

Our shadows are touching, in the same shade—
We embody, in third dimension made;
We kiss, drift, cross into each other’s role;
Spirits open—rainbows meld in the soul.

(We still have much to know about star formation,
as it is that stars about 20 times larger than our sun
would seem to have to explode at about that point.)



Reporting from Earth, a planet orbiting a star
Called Sol, maybe from Solaris.