Does Not Electricity Invariably Move At Right Angles Out of 4-D Matter?

[RascalPuff]

Dear Mr M:
Certainly it can be said that all the known dimensions stem from the first dimension - a one dimensional Straight Line. And, as I have demonstrated, by way of the geometric law of peperndicularly extrapolating - 90o - dimensions, we may recognize and identify up to (at least) six dimensions, accompanied by an identification of what each dimension represents. On the other hand: to arbitrarily state that there may be any number of dimensions then burdens the advocate of that unlimited school of dimensional thought with the obligation of identifying what facet of reality is represented by whatever number of dimensions may cavalierly be extended from the 6th dimension of magnetism. It may be that the 7th 90o extrapolation from a Geometric Point is heat, though that is merely speculation. Whereas, if and when anyone wishes to progress further with the extrapolation of dimensions, such a venture is obliged to identify the entity that constitutes whatever dimension they're alluding to. The designation of dimensions is not arbitrary as your missive implies, sir. The fact that all of the known, identifiable dimensions ( and perhaps more) are manifest simultaneously and instantantaneously is not known to me as a point of contention.

[mkirkpatrick]

Dear Mkirkpatrick:
Am I to understand that you repudiate Einstein's 4th dimension of time as it applies to the three recognized dimensions of space?

Thanks RP,no I accept the concept that Einstein mentioned,however,I would qualify that
with this statement;Einsteins statement only refers to the relative universe,which to me
is basically an illusion,now within that illusion,the dimensions Einstein mentioned are real
and valid,however that is just a temporal partial truth,within the eternal now,there are no
dimensions,except prehaps one!


regards michael.

[MJA]

Dear R.P.

Sorry for ruffling your physics feathers by having fun with your new definition for electricity as "the fifth dimension'. I believe any work by anyone on unification or toe. should only be rewarded. Your additional division of nature through the process of measure ruffled my own equality feathers, thus provoking my less than tactful response.

If I could suggest that you might try to use your well defined word "atonement' to reduce your mutiple dimensions to one dimension; that the redirection from division to unity may pehaps lead you and all to the truth; that the unification or atonement of dimension is all that we seek, TOE.

MJA

[RascalPuff]

Dear Mr. MJA and Mr. McKirk:

Although I am of a school of specificity with regard to detail and nomenclature, I sympathize with your point of atonement - that is, for example, the human body is made up of 206 bones. After I'm through inventorying them, then I go on with seeing them assembled into the one, living, sentient being - the instantaneously manifest sum total of those bones.
Sorta like, You can see a heck of a lot from the top of your mountain, while I would count and make a note of the steps, nooks, crannies and crevasses on the way to the top of the mountain, and then enjoy the view - always remembering how that perspective was reached... (However we might reach the top of the metaphorical mountain here, is noteworthy to me; not to say that is isn't important to you, either. The record needs those who focus on the end result as much as it needs those who focus on how that result comes about. I think each of us - more or less - do both...) Thank you.

Until further notice, I am objectively persuaded that I have initially identified electricity and magnetism as being the 5th and 6th dimensions, respectively. It may have been done earlier by someone else, were it not for the generalized viewpoint of disregarding the fact that matter is four - not three - dimensional.

- R. P.

[mkirkpatrick]

Dear Mr. MJA and Mr. McKirk:

Although I am of a school of specificity with regard to detail and nomenclature, I sympathize with your point of atonement - that is, for example, the human body is made up of 206 bones. After I'm through inventorying them, then I go on with seeing them assembled into the one, living, sentient being - the instantaneously manifest sum total of those bones.
Sorta like, You can see a heck of a lot from the top of your mountain, while I would count and make a note of the steps, nooks, crannies and crevasses on the way to the top of the mountain, and then enjoy the view - always remembering how that perspective was reached... (However we might reach the top of the metaphorical mountain here, is noteworthy to me; not to say that is isn't important to you, either. The record needs those who focus on the end result as much as it needs those who focus on how that result comes about. I think each of us - more or less - do both...) Thank you.

Until further notice, I am objectively persuaded that I have initially identified electricity and magnetism as being the 5th and 6th dimensions, respectively. It may have been done earlier by someone else, were it not for the generalized viewpoint of disregarding the fact that matter is four - not three - dimensional.

- R. P.

Thanks RP,like the new avatar btw,If you have sir,correctively identified electricity and
magnetism as being the 5th and 6th dimensions,then you indeed deserve the credit,however I was taught never to expect credit if you are in debt?

regards michael.

[RascalPuff]

Mr. Mcpatrick:

Please consider this:
"Reality is a mere illusion - albeit a very persistent one".
- Einstein

We may be bumper to bumper and side by side.
(You're not the only student of Fritjov Capra's Dancing Wu Lei Masters, and The Tao of Physics around here, sir.)

- R P

[mkirkpatrick]

Mr. Mcpatrick:

Please consider this:
"Reality is a mere illusion - albeit a very persistent one".
- Einstein

We may be bumper to bumper and side by side.
(You're not the only student of Fritjov Capra's Dancing Wu Lei Masters, and The Tao of Physics around here, sir.)

- R P

I do agree with dear old Albert on that statement,we are all students my friend,within
this university of LIFE!

regards michael.

[MJA]

Dear Mr. MJA and Mr. McKirk:

Although I am of a school of specificity with regard to detail and nomenclature, I sympathize with your point of atonement - that is, for example, the human body is made up of 206 bones. After I'm through inventorying them, then I go on with seeing them assembled into the one, living, sentient being - the instantaneously manifest sum total of those bones.
Sorta like, You can see a heck of a lot from the top of your mountain, while I would count and make a note of the steps, nooks, crannies and crevasses on the way to the top of the mountain, and then enjoy the view - always remembering how that perspective was reached... (However we might reach the top of the metaphorical mountain here, is noteworthy to me; not to say that is isn't important to you, either. The record needs those who focus on the end result as much as it needs those who focus on how that result comes about. I think each of us - more or less - do both...) Thank you.

Until further notice, I am objectively persuaded that I have initially identified electricity and magnetism as being the 5th and 6th dimensions, respectively. It may have been done earlier by someone else, were it not for the generalized viewpoint of disregarding the fact that matter is four - not three - dimensional.

- R. P.

Mr. R.P.

Whilst you "count and make note of the steps, crannies and crevasses on the way to the top of the mountain,' I pray you not loose sight of the mountain top you seek. Many have been lost forever by falling into the details you speak. Perhaps there is a better path to the summit of your "metaphorical mountain' perhaps the path can be as simple, or as difficult as what you think.

Have a safe trip.

I have enclosed a poem that I thought you might like to read if you take a break along the way.

MJA

By Han Shan
Cold Mountain

Here we languish, a bunch of poor scholars,
battered by extremes of hunger and cold.
Out of work, our only joy is poetry:
Scribble, scribble, we wear out our brains.
Who will read the works of such men?
On that point you can save your sighs.
We could inscribe our poems on biscuits
And the homeless dogs wouldn't deign to nibble
Hermits hide from mankind
Most go to the mountains to sleep
Where green vines wind through woods
And jade gorges echo unbroken
Higher and higher enraptured
On and on simply free
Free of what stains the world
Minds pure like the white lotus

If you are looking for a place to rest,
Cold Mountain is a good place to stay.
The breeze flowing through the dark pines
Sounds better the closer you come.
And under the trees a white-haired man
Mumbles over his Taoist texts.
Ten years now he hasn't gone home;
He has even forgotten the road he came by.

High on the mountain’s peak
Infinity in all directions!
The solitary moon looks down
From its midnight loft
Admires its reflection in the icy pond.
Shivering, I serenade the moon.

I climb the road to Cold Mountain,
The road to Cold Mountain that never ends.
The valleys are long and strewn with stones;
The streams broad and filled with thick grass.
Moss is slippery though no rain has fallen;
Pines sigh but it isn't the wind.
Who can break from the snares of the world
And sit with me among the white clouds?

Have I a body or have I none?
Am I who I am or am I not?
Pondering these questions,
I sit leaning against the cliff as the years go by,
Till the green grass grows between my feet
And the red dust settles on my head,
And the men of the world, thinking me dead,
Come with offerings of wine and fruit to lay by my corpse.

The place where I spend my days
Is farther away than I can tell.
Without a word the wild vines stir,
No fog, yet the bamboos are always dark.
Who do the valleys sob for?
Why do the mists huddle together?
At noon, sitting in my hut
I realize for the first time that the sun has risen.

Today I sat before the cliffs
Sat until the mist blew off
A rambling clear stream shore
A towering green ridge crest
Cloud's dawn shadows still
Moon's night light adrift
Body free of dust
Mind without a care.

People ask about Cold Mountain Way;
There's no Cold Mountain Road that goes straight through:
By summer, lingering cold is not dispersed,
By fog, the risen sun is screened from view;
So how did one like me get onto it?
In our hearts, I'm not the same as you --
If in your heart you should become like me,
Then you can reach the center of it too.

Among a thousand clouds and ten thousand streams,
Here lives an idle man,
In the daytime wandering over green mountains
At night coming home to sleep by the cliff.
Swiftly the springs and autumns pass,
But my mind is at peace, free from dust or delusion
How pleasant to know I need nothing to lean on
To be still as the waters of the autumn river!
Thirty years ago I was born into the world.
A thousand, ten thousand miles I've roamed.
By rivers where the green grass grows thick,
Beyond the border where the red sands fly.
I brewed potions in a vain search for life everlasting,
I read books, I sang songs of history,
And today I've come home to Cold Mountain
To pillow my head on the stream and wash my ears.

You have seen the blossoms among the leaves;
tell me, how long will they stay?
Today they tremble before the hand that picks them;
tomorrow they wait someone's garden broom.
Wonderful is the bright heart of youth,
but with the years it grows old.
Is the world not like these flowers?
Ruddy faces, how can they last?

I spur my horse past the ruined city;
the ruined city, that wakes the traveler's thoughts:
ancient battlements, high and low;
old grave mounds, great and small.
Where the shadow of a single tumbleweed trembles
and the voice of the great trees clings forever,
I sigh over all these common bones --
No roll of the immortals bears their names.

When I see a fellow abusing others,
I think of a man with a basketful of water.
As fast as he can, he runs with it home,
but when he gets there, what's left in the basket?
When I see a man being abused by others,
I think of the leek growing in the garden.
Day after day men pull off the leaves,
but the heart it was born with remains the same.

Cold Cliff's remoteness
Is what I love
No one travels this way
Clouds lie around on the peaks
A lone gibbon howls on the ridge
What else do I cherish?
It's good to grow old content
Cold and heat change my
Appearance;the pearl
Of my mind stays safe

Cold Mountain is a house
Without beams or walls.
The six doors left and right are open
The hall is blue sky.
The rooms all vacant and vague
The east wall beats on the west wall
At the center nothing.
Borrowers don't bother me
In the cold I build a little fire
When I'm hungry I boil up some greens.
I've got no use for the kulak
With his big barn and pasture --
He just sets up a prison for himself.
Once in he can't get out.
Think it over --
You know it might happen to you.

[RascalPuff]

Dear Mr. MJA:
Good poem. Culminating in a lesson of import: after all that detail. That's one of the ways Id've expressed it, had I known the baroque poem previously.

Thank you sir.

[Dihydrogen Monoxide]

Why is any other dimension necessary beyond 3?
Time is the measurement of a difference in movement with respect to a reference movement.

If I have a wheel which has a certain angular velocity, I can easily compare time durations using that wheel or a steady stream of raindrops hitting the window at regular intervals.

In fact if I contrive to make that wheel turn yet another wheel at twice the velocity, no matter how regular or sporadic the movement of the first wheel, the second wheel will advance exactly twice the amount that the first wheel turns even if I tap it occasionally rather than making a smooth full turn.

Electrons require no extra dimensions even though we cannot see them, the same way the ebolicity of the ebola virus does not require extra dimensions either as we cannot easily see it either.

The three dimensions can be used over and over for any independent detail we choose to study.

Electricity would require a 5th dimension, magnetism a 6th, ice cream a 7th dimension (anyone who denies the force of ice cream is a liar), golf an 8th.

Where does it end?