Wick and the Cricket

[Wick]

"Actually, all possible universes could exist in the 4th dimension." Wick yawned. "Whether there is a 5th is beyond my ken, if you know what I mean. Its hard enought to consider a 4 dimensions, let alone a 5. Here is how you can think of a 4-space filled with all possible universes.

You know there are stars, and planets almost without end, it would seem, travelling about in their own sphere's in the known universe. Try to imagine the universe as a planet. Instead of a surface, like earth has, with seas and continents, mountains and rivers, deserts and steppes, our universe has a surface of space and everything space contains. Every point in this universal planet is exposed as a surface to the view of a greater space through which the universal planet moves.

Our universal planet orbits another body, which is also a universe--probably very different from ours--something akin to our sun. This universal sun has a 3-dimensional surface of hot plasma very much like the imagined beginnings of our universe after the big bang. It is also the anchor of a number of other universes of various natures and sizes--as planets always are. In the far distance are other stellar universes, which are clustered together like our into a galaxy, and far beyond the borders of the universal galaxy are other universal galaxies, worlds without end.

It like that old song "There's a Hole in the Bottom of the Sea", only we start with electrons and quarks, which rise up into atoms, molecules, elements, substrates, planets, star systems, star clusters, galaxies, galactic clusters, a universal planet, a universal system, universal galaxies, universal galactic clusters.

But our mathematics becomes less elegant in the fifth and higher dimensions. I suspect that this tells us something about nature. Perhaps the fourth is highest, but who's to saY?

[austintorn@aol.com]

It could very well be that
That which exists in the end
Exists also in the beginning,

That evolution was truly so,
[Actually] happening
Kind of deterministically,

Of stuff with a history,
Rather than a direct,
Movie-like presentation
Of now as an instant dream,

And, of course,
‘Twas neither a “nothing”
As formerly thought.

So, we converge,
Those ideas and mine,
Now describing all of [a long] time.

But it could not
All have Been
Of an aware Mind,

For then we’d have to
Explain it away in
Much the same way—

Those endless
Regresses,
Then proceeding to infinity.

And so, perhaps,
Instead of a Mind
Foreseeing 10**1000000
Inexplicable contingencies,

And thus being
Of an even larger question,
There was a physical law,
One just beyond 3-D,
Quite naturally,

In which all possible universes
Played out, potentially,

Ours becoming the actual
Since it went the furthest,
Or even from consciousness real-izing.

[austintorn@aol.com]

‘Ord’ and Time in Motion

I feel so much lighter now since I learned that
The Earth’s expanding beneath my feet, and
Pushing me up, raising me onward, for—
Just knowing this gives me a lift!

The road now rises up to meet my step,
And I no longer fall down “drunk” to it.
I’ve added dimension to my old self
By sending “timotion’s” forces through it.

[labelwench]

For those who might enjoy a portrait of the esteemed red mare, Caramel.


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[austintorn@aol.com]

(She's really small, about the size of a cricket!)

[labelwench]

Hello Crick,

Perhaps if you move your cursor over the image and left click on it, you will see the image in it's larger format. Originally captured in very high resolution, that seems to be the best I can do to meet the size requirements of the attachment medium.

If you have any additional tips about posting images, I'm happy to learn, as I am really quite new to all of this marvellous technology.

Regards,

Labelwench

[austintorn@aol.com]

(Caramel is gorgeous. Who is that other guy sticking his nose into the picture?)


Wick opened his ringing phone. “Speak!”

“Wick, it’s Crick. I’m in Quebec City. They just revealed the outline of the Super TOE of all that is and how it became. I’ll post a transcript.”

http://www.toequest.com/forum/the-ma...html#post82677

“Thanks, little guy. I’ll check it out.”

“May the light of the dimensions shine upon you, Wick, the candle of life burning and glowing from both ends, 3D and 4D.”

[labelwench]

Things had been relatively quiet around these parts for a bit.

Kit and Crick were busy setting up house together, Wick was wool gathering and spinning new threads, weaving spirituality into the fourth, or was that the fifth dimesion?

Tarina and Austin were off at some shoot-em-up in another space/time and the rest of the guys were off doing whatever it is they do when they aren't testing some law of physics or checking out the dames.....

Robert was closed for renovations, taking strategic advantage of the lull in business while attending to some personal matters on a quest of his own.

Labelwench had some inkling of what was transpiring inside the hallowed walls of The-Many-Worlds-Pub on this particular thread. However, she was otherwise occupied in giving psychological counselling to her faithful companion, Caramel, who seemed to be going through a time of trauma, brought about by all these new revelations.

"But I can't just go dashing about, as I used to!" the distraught mare exclaimed. "I might step on some kin of Kit or Crick. I could bring about the extinction of the Crocus with my carelessness. I might even bump into or step on Wick, as given as he is to sit or stand motionless when deep in contemplation."

After a lengthy inspection of the immediate surroundings, Labelwench convinced Caramel that she could safely nibble on the greens of the area she had scouted, there being no crocus, cricket, or other life form that would be endangered by this activity.

"Relax your mind, Caramel, and you will sense any other approaching, just as they will note and respect your presence and right to exist."

[austintorn@aol.com]

---- WICK ----

When a thing is wick, it has a life about it.
Now, maybe not a life like you and me.
But somewhere there's a single streak of green inside it.
Come, and let me show you what I mean.

When a think is wick, it has a light around it.
Maybe not a light that you can see.
But hiding down below a spark's asleep inside it,
Waiting for the right time to be seen.

You clear away the dead parts,
So the tender buds can form,
Loosen up the earth and
Let the roots get warm,
Let the roots get warm.

Come a mild day, come a warm rain,
Come a snowdrop, a-comin' up!
Come a lily, come a lilac!
Come to call,
Callin' all the rest to come and see!

MARY:
When a thing is wick,
And someone cares about it,
And comes to work each day, like you and me,
Will it grow?

DICKON:
It will!

MARY:
Then have no doubt about it,
We'll have the grandest garden ever seen!!
[Spoken]
Oh, Dickon, I want it all to be wick! Would you
come and look at it with me?

DICKON:
I'll come every day, rain or shine if you want me.
All that garden needs is for us to come wake it up!

[Wick]

Wick, never the most social of people, took a long walk down the road. He wanted to be alone. Those who knew him knew that he tended to disappear for weeks on end only to turn up and stick around for a few months before disappearing again. During these excursions, Wick would think...he would try to understand what the universe was saying.

He had failed to take his leave of Caramel and Cricket, and felt sorry for it once he was several leagues down the road, but by that time the universe was pulling him past drifts of bluebells and lupin that rose in swaths of blue along the roadside.

"I don't know whether what I have heard the universe saying is truth or not," he said to no one in particular casting his eyes up toward the rising moon (the sun was at his back). "I don't even rightly know if what I'm hearing is the universe or my own vague delusion." He picked up a very round white stone that seemed about the same relative size as the sun and the moon. He closed one eye and place the stone between his open eye and the moon. A perfect eclipse. He turned himself about and did the same to the setting sun. Another perfect eclipse.

A total eclipse of the sun and the moon on the same evening! How often does that happen, he thought to himself. He winked at the stone and put it in his pocket. Then felt guilty for having made it a possession, removed it and dropped it gently back onto the road.

It was so clear to him. So obvious.

For him, the universe was spread out like a vast surface of water, above and below which rested a vast, calm sea of light, a sea so brilliant and pervasive that it bleached everything to snowy whiteness. So the observable universe seemed to Wick a plane of darkness that separated the light above the dark plane from the light below.

And the surface was moving. Falling down through the light faster than imagination.

Wick could see upon the dark surface of the observable universe tiny structures drifting about like spiny diatoms with their tops rising slightly above the surface and thier bottoms gliding below the surface. As such both the top and bottom of each structure were awash in the sea of light, but at that point where they intersected the expanse of darkness, they presented themselves as numerous tiny point particles.

Because the surface was moving down through the light (faster than imagination), the light passed through the surface leaving a dim signature of energetic ripples upon the surface, but where the light passed through the diatoms, which were bobbing about like bits of flotsam on the dark expanse, it caused the diatoms, and the surface upon which they bobbed, to undulate more energetically.

What's more, as the diatoms passed through the light, the light actually tugged at them, causing them to resist the downward pull of the surface, and in this way the surface of the observable universe began to change--to warp in the places where these tiny diatoms of matter were plentiful in an upward direction.

So the dark expanse, which had once been relatively flat, began to stretch upward where matter was abundant and to continue the downward fall where matter was scarce.

In some places, this upward stretching caused tubes to form in the dark expanse, and the diatomaceous structures, compressed inside these tubes, fused together to form new structures of greater mass and complexity.

The elasticity and enormity of the contents of some of these tubes, caused them to rebound and disgorge vast quantities of the diatomaceous matter into the vast expanse of darkness (the falling surface) and the tube would shrink somewhat. But some of the heavier elements formed under these extreme conditions began to break down in environments of lesser heat and pressure.

Wick also saw creature of light descending to the falling surface, longing longed to better understand the nature of these elements that formed on the dark expanse. So these lightforms intersected with the dark expanse and began to organize material bodies for themselves so that they might experience the nature of matter first hand.

So these lightforms, having attached themselves to the falling expanse of darkness and having formed bodies for themselves, were themselves dragged through the resting light and made subject to a changing 3-dimensional universe for the first time in an eternity.

Wick stopped. The sun had set and the clouds rose up great and glimmering, like the furnace of some glorious refiner of gold. Wick admired the shifting clouds, the variations of light, even the coming darkness. He did not regret that he had come here, even though he pass through sorrow and death.

He thought back on the round stone some miles behind him, imagined the stone becoming luminous in the moonlight. Wick smiled, and continued walking through the dust and the rising dusk.