T.o.N. (Theory of Nothing)

[N0B0DY]

Welcome back, Lloyd. Nice to see you're still in bickering mode. It's good that I have on my harder-than-diamond, impenetrable, sword-proof, Kryptonian armor on.

My thread has nothing to do with Geoff's site and RP's either for that matter. They propose very logical ideas and express them very well, but both have not been able to fully explain the cause of the out waves or cause of expansion that would essentially render the absolute state as a relative state.

What I have tried to do, and still do, is extend logical ideas to the point where logic and physical laws cease. Then perhaps a few will realize that searching for absolute truth through a relative means is more than less futile.

The operative word that you have referred me to is "look," which is based on observation which in turn is what I try to base observational reality upon. Close your eyes and look up, then look in and around, and you will see that the view is relatively similar - minus the light that penetrates your eyelids. You have to absorb light, and we have to know what light is in order to know what it isn't.

Like Einstein we want to know what light quanta are, so that the castles we build aren't for nothing. I'm trying to reduce the complex particles and use simply photons and gravitons, so we can figure out a way to remove their particulate nature. The SLAC experiment is evidence that light can be thought of as the sole factor in the creation of reality - repeatedly producing both matter and antimatter - from the non-lived to the short-lived to the stable according to energy exchanges based on the elusive, and I say illusive, "c."

If we put our minds together, we could simplify the model by proposing something like +1 (matter) -1(antimatter) = 0 (photon/graviton) - which don't exist at the zero point, and we have a type of creation-from-nothing in all directions. It is like a universal annihilation event of absolute matter and antimatter resulting in one illusory photon outwardly and one graviton inwardly. The net effect is zero - changeless - but the possibilities leading to probabilities leading to observable reality, based on the opposing abstract absolutely-solid and absolutely vacuous perspectives, are infinite.

[austintorn@aol.com]

(Part 15 A)

The Road Too Far

World does not pass by—you pass through it;
Clear your being so the treasure may arrive;
This spirit sparkles of a different light—
The gemstones are of a different mine.
(Old Ninja Saying)

— Austin Hiding Out —


(Graphic by Graybeard)

Austin’s full name, too, like Michael’s, had been nearly spelled out on ToeQuest, but it had taken a while for the Feds to figure out that there was an “ey” on the end of “Torn”. It had been cut off since AOL had allowed only 10 character member names.

Austin had been on the run for a month, using various hotel internet networks to post dispatches, and so had been eluding the Feds that wanted the Theory of Everything for the government’s misuse. The CIA had now been called in to a rare homeland operation to take charge and insure that there were no further screw-ups.

Austin was presently attending the wedding of an Irish girl to an Egyptian boy, out west of his home town, near Chicago, at Bolingbrook Golf Club, and was thereby rather taking a large risk, although he was disguised and dressed as a pyramid. The dark shadows of the government had just missed him in Myrtle Beach, New Jersey, and Long Island, but were now entering the wedding reception hall and looking around the enormous banquet room.

They thought they’d ID’ed him, but it was only his brother, Mike. Then they locked down the hall. Luckily, Austin was already outside having a smoke behind a pillar, having been alerted by ninja phone. Furthermore, he hadn’t wished to drive off with the agents just arriving, so he bided his time outside puffing on a Marlboro menthol ultra-light wine-flavored green 100 cm. cigarette. (That’s nothing; look in the supermarkets now and see how many variants there are on a single product. It’s a result of the CMBR trip, I suppose.)

Now is the time for all good men… With most of the agents now locked in with the wedding party, Austin leaped over the railing and into his fully restored Corvette convertible and drove off. In his car was the contents of a package delivered by Ninja Express the day before, a square something that looked like second base (or first or third or Paradise by the Dashboard Light) that Austin had been instructed to strap on right away and use when he saw the Great Pumpkin. Austin surveyed the new outlying suburbs and thought, The last time I saw this area, it was all prairie grass.

An agent still outside alerted the CIA Commander inside and the agents rushed towards the doors, although slightly disoriented by the repetitive and trancing beat of the Egyptian dervish music, and tried to get through the many wild cane-dancers. After struggling through the drunken revelry, some of the CIA stopped to watch the belly dancers, but were exhorted onward by their CIA Commander and his FBI sub-commander. There was some clumsy fiddling with the door chains and then they were all off after Austin in six cars that were marked Culinary Institute of America, for Austin loved food.

A metal strip of spikes mysteriously appeared across the road and they all ground to a halt afterwards, for all their tires were flat on the bottom.

“Damn,” said the CIA Commander, “we’ll set up a command post here; we have many other vehicles positioned at key points.”

The CIA had not studied US roads intensely, but had an FBI chief with them, whom they ignored, and quickly analyzed the area, noting the location of the often used north and south Tri-State-Tollway, route 294, that circumvented Chicago from Wisconsin to Indiana and ran near to and through these very new suburbs.

“Where’s he heading?” the commander asked of the one agent that was left outside who was was able to follow, but at some distance.

“East on route 88 towards the 294 junction, but he has quite a lead on me.”

“Good. We have 6 vehicles ready at Tri-State 294, three north and three south.”

Austin thought, The Tri-State is always backed up. My brother Jim said so. Plus, tornadoes were over there two days ago.

“Uh-oh,” reported the lone pursuer, “he passed the junction and is still east on 88.”

“Pull three vehicles off of both north and south 294 and give chase; send the remaining three and three north and south along 294 to eventually cut him off somewhere down the line.”

“Lone pursuer, keep me posted”

“He’s heading toward the end of 88, toward 290, the Eisenhower Expressway, into downtown Chicago.”

“It’s rush hour,” said the FBI sub-commander, agent twelve, to the CIA Commander, “why would he go towards Chicago?”

“You fool,” said the Commander, “it’s only rush hour coming out of Chicago—the way in is wide open!”

“Don’t call me names, you bigger fool, for there is the Great Lake Michigan blocking Chicago to the east, and so he must go north or south eventually and then he will certainly be in the rush hour in either of those directions.”

“You bigger fool; what if he has a boat waiting? How many cars do I have down there?”

“Only two, you much larger fool.”

“We didn’t think he’d go that way. Put one car at the lakefront and… we’ll guess and have the other protect north out of Chicago; maybe he’s heading for Canada. Why didn’t you give me all you had on Chicago sooner, you huge fool?”

“I did, you gigantic fool, but I guess you weren’t hearing me through your ipod.”

“It was great music, you humonguous fool. Luckily, for you, the six CIA vehicles that we pulled in from the Tri-State are now closing the gap, for they started out ahead or about even with him.”

“How could that be; it is odd that they were even and are now more behind!”

“What the…!”

Austin had navigated a little known shortcut from route 88 to the Eisenhower, 290, and was doing 140 mph towards Maywood; however, the followers were doing 150 mph. My home town is approaching fast, noted Austin.

[austintorn@aol.com]

(Part 15 B)

Austin slammed on his brakes and veered up a ramp into Forest Park toward Oak Park, his boyhood hometown, as the CIA missed the exit altogether, and even the next one because it was on the other side of the expressway. There are no exits in Oak Park, noted Austin, for the town wouldn’t allow any.

After some fuss, the CIA figured all this out as well and kept going, planning to fan out, backtrack, and roadblock, having also given a description to the Oak Park Police, as well, although somewhat begrudgingly.

Austin observed the old sights: There’s the pro softball fields, where brother Jim used to hit the ball over the fence, and the old swimming pool, acres wide, wherein we used to dive for coins, and across the street what was once a drugstore serving Green River sodas, and there’s the old pen factory, now boarded up, and the Atomic Fireball factory that had burned down, after which every school kid had raided it and obtained enough candy for life. Hey, and my old Catholic school and church, St. Bernadine, right across the street. I remember marbles, yo-yo contests, roller skating in the basement, softball, and hula-hoops—and our 6th grade lay teacher who was substituted for our nun who’d run off with the priest, but was later sacked as well for giving us free popsicles and donuts for going to communion…

Entering Oak Park, Austin noted the old brickyard where he’d played hooky from school and had hid among the bricks until a truck started taking some away. His whole youth was passing before him, not a very good sign. As a silly kid, I threw rocks at the trains while I was watching the expressway being built and some men jumped off the caboose and chased me, but I ran through a narrow crack between two buildings and escaped. Should I do that now? There it is. No, I wouldn’t fit…

The Oak Park Police had picked up the pursuit and were running their sirens. There’s the old corner store where I bought popsicles for five cents and tried so hard to get a Mickey Mantle baseball card in a pack, but never got one, but I had ten Yogi Berra’s…

Austin sped along the narrow road paralleling the expressway and passed the baseball field where he got hit by a line drive in the leg while pitching, playing outfield in between starts, trying to emulate Babe Ruth. He saw the half built exit ramp at East Avenue and soon reached the end of Oak Park at Austin Boulevard (really), noting that the town seemed to have become much smaller after thirty years.

The CIA had finally exited the expressway at Austin Boulevard and were almost in a blocking position, but Austin sped through them and back onto the expressway toward downtown Chicago, now even having an extra lane to play with. The Oak Park Police had given up at the end of their jurisdiction, stopping quickly and denting a few fenders.

“Idiots!” exclaimed the Commander. “Go after him.”

“The FBI would have had him.”

“No way, you ink blot finger printer.”

The Sears Tower loomed in the distance, even ten miles away, and Austin hastened thereonward, nearly three miles ahead by the time the CIA got unentangled and turned around. I can lose these guys if I can keep them at bay for the next seven miles.

Austin threw his wedding gift of $300 on the road, all single dollar bills that he’d earned from stage dancing for old ladies, and this created quite a traffic jam as everyone got out and ran after the bills.

Downtown was nearly at hand and he didn’t have a boat waiting, but thought back to his high school summer job days of delivering kegs of nuts and bolts all over Chicago and Gary, Indiana. North on 94, the Kennedy expressway, out of Chicago towards Wisconsin was always a mess, so I’ll try 94 south, the Dan Ryan expressway, toward Indiana, although I see it’s under repair, but this might help me.

“You astronomical fools,” said the CIA Commander, “stop picking up money and clear that road—he’s way ahead now. Sub-commander of FBI, agent twelve, forget the lakefront and the north and send our two cars down there after him on the Dan Ryan, 94, south toward Indiana. I just got an update on him. He’s heading into a traffic jam.”

“Told you, na-na.” said agent twelve. “You’ve lucked out since only one lane is open on 94 south while they resurface the other two.”

“I knew that.”

“No you didn’t”

“Yes I did, you universal size fool.”

Austin found an entrance into the newly paved but not quite ready lanes and veered on to them at the last second, leaving the pursuit backed up in the one open lane.

“Dolts! Where’s our forward Tri-State cars? They should be nearing the 94 junction ahead of him?”

“You double dolt,” said the sub-commander ”they were backed up on 294, and had to use the shoulder, ran into some flooding, causing two cars to stall out, but are almost there.”

“Split them in half again, you triadic dolt, and try to intercept him, and send the rest on towards the Indiana Toll Road, route 80. What’s this flooding?”

“ I told you about the big storms, but you lucked out again. He’s back on the regular 94 Dan Ryan due to a bridge not yet constructed and we have two cars coming up on him now, both fore and aft.”

“I planned that, you half-wit.”

“Damn, you quarter-wit, he veered on to the less often used Chicago Skyway, probably since it has high tolls, and has outmaneuvered us, I mean you, foreign legionnaire.”

“Well, eigth-wit, turn our cars around and get on him. I’m a European autobahn expert; you’re supposed to know these things. And what the hell is a Skyway?”

“It rides high in the sky over large buildings and some marshes and connects to the Indiana Toll Road, route 80, eventually, you desk bound broken pencil pusher.”

Darkness had fallen and Austin was driving without headlights and steadily climbing the Skyway to the stars.

“We’ve lost him,” said the Commander to the FBI man.”

“Dumbo, look for the car with no lights on.”

“Just testing you. Call our reserves out of Indiana who are standing by nearby and send them up the Skyway from the other direction. Bet you didn’t know about that one, you quadruple moron.”

“I have more on than you will ever have, you moreoff unintelligence officer!”

[austintorn@aol.com]

(Part 15 C)

Miles passed and smiles frowned as Austin spotted the relentless stalkers now tracking close behind again, ever hunting the prey as shadows following the hound and horses tracking the day. The peak of the Skyway was approaching and a bright orange full moon was just rising.

The Great Pumpkin! Austin ran through the toll booths and stopped just beyond, mesmerized by the clue of the moon for a small tiny fraction of a split microsecond. This is the end of the road. Sure enough, three CIA cars were approaching from either direction.

Sad to say that here is a time when we know we’ve lost, although we’ve lived well enough, without much regret, the time when the Angel of Death comes to prematurely claim our soul, when we must say:

Past now is the flower of spring’s soft breath,
But not yet the full summer of promise;
And never will come the autumn of care,
For here is the pale white winter of death.

And that:

Born from stardust and nourished by sunlight,
I’ve filled my cup with wonders of delight.
Life was a treasure, a radiant gem,
A vision that I’ll never see again.

But, this was not one of those times and so Austin turned his car sideways and drove toward the railing, saying goodbye to his dear Corvette, standing up in his seat as he crashed into and over the barrier, then pulled the rip cord and floated downward, steering his parachute under the bridge to avoid being observed and shot at, bringing the rising moon back down with him, putting it is his pocket, and roughly landed on the top of a black ninja limo that soon carried him off into the night, the TOE now very much safer.

(I know that this episode was a trifle too easy, but I did know the area. Also, experience aids writing. Due to storm damage, my departure from Chicago did indeed parallel the route in this story, except for the Corvette, and the parachute jump to a conclusion of some contusions.)

(Ninja Center)

“Welcome in ninja Center, Mr. Torn. I am ninth degree Grand Master of Indiana.”

“Did the ending have to be so rough?”

“How I know—you wrote it. Plus, we buy you new car.”

“Thanks. That was my other self, you know, the one we address when we talk to ourselves.”

“I schizo too… and so am I… ha-ha.”

“That’s really called multiple personality disorder.”

“Knew that.”

“OK, pal, why not just pick me up at the wedding?”

“We give head start—good reflex training for man ingest too many culinary delights!”

“You got me there.”

“Receive card from MKirk. Here is. Say getting married to beautiful intelligent woman.”

“Lucky guy. Bless him. What’s next?”

[austintorn@aol.com]

(Part 15 D)

“We train you sixth sense then all rest of sense.”

“Sixth?”

“Yes, it make sense other five and a half.”

“Half is sense of know where body parts are. They forget count it. Now, nonsense turn to sense by 6th sense.”

“The brain and the mind?”

“Yes it be. Brain absorb, plus subconscious brain make thought from all sense in and out.”

“Sense that is inward and outward, within and without?”

“Yes, I just say so, not I.”

“Haven't you heard about the extended and glorious language enhancements that the CMBR trip has bestowed on us, endowed us with abilities to communicate more better?”

“I still study. Nature simple; not need more word. So, brain analyze all scenario of consequence through probability to give best possible result base on all one know, remember, and became.”

“The brain is a sense that senses and perceives itself?”

“That be so, but really higher brain sense lower parts.”

“I’ll be darned.”

“More like bless of spark of in-sight of third eye. I give you saying:

A sixth sense is the brain when it’s alive,
For then it makes sense of the other five,
Bypassing non-sense, and creating
The only way in this world to survive.”

“True, and nice saying, but it would seem that consciousness would be then the last to know the result of the brain’s subconscious analysis…”

“Brain give wave of perception of itself go to mind to feed back to brain for future and also present to consciousness, but one continue learning enhance whole process, so no worry of small free will. See:

Although our decisions of the instant are
Fully determined, and are therefore not free,
We may happen to learn new things, and make
Choices tomorrow that we wouldn’t make today.”

“No free will?”

“I generalize. Many thought come unwilled from all part of brain with simple agenda. For those react too soon, no free will, but some count to ten before react. If learning good, they veto thought, so not so bad as seem. Hear saying:

— The Creative Solution Space —

Let reactions sail on by—just observe them,
But don’t act on them. This puts some distance
Between you and your conditioned response,
A space which grants a modicum of free will.”

“I suppose it couldn’t work any other way, for that would border on randomness.”

“Yes, but some random when no matter.”

“As when probable choices are equal?”

“Yes, that OK. Real trouble is reactor impulsive person with no guilt, no high heart beat when do wrong, but good guy go by saying:

When extreme thoughts arrive, uninvited, as
Most thoughts do, some veto them, saying “don’t”,
For while we can never will that which does
The unconscious willing, some do have “free won’t”.

“’Free won’t’ could also from our learning, memories, and associations as well.”

“That life, but more method to try. We teach good learning.”

“Unfortunately many of the world had bad learning.”

“Yes, learning be dangerous thing; cause permanent rewire of brain.”

“True. How come your English is so perfect in all these sayings?”

“I memorize.”

“What about our everyday type involuntary reactions of anxiety and the normal crazy thoughts that we all have from time to time?”

“We teach you calm like so:

— The Drama of the Trauma —

From its safe subjective place that’s free of fear,
The “soul”, our Conscious Awareness, can witness
The strange thoughts and emotions that surface
On the mind, sent there by the subconscious brain.

Conscious Awareness, which can but witness,
Is a safe haven from which to observe
The drama of our lives playing in our minds,
Granting us a sobering distance from it.”

“It’s like watching a play on the stage of our minds, but what about emotions?”

“Somewhat same, but tomorrow study them. This all teaching for today, but I give you one more saying:

— The Weak Link —

The mind is quite weak in the fighting off
Of bad emotions; they have a direct
Pathway into mind’s awareness—inhibiting
The rational, thinking part of the brain.”

“Thank you.”

“Any other question?”

“Why didn’t you send went me west to Iowa?”

“Too easier, not as good training; only four car guard, through roads you know not, but fun ride as was, yes? Beside, now may think dead like Profpat and Graybeard. Get?”

“Yes, but no and maybe. What if the more knowledgeable FBI were in charge of the mission?”

“Hundred road to Iowa, but FBI better than CIA so be good training then.”

“Goodnight. I tired; start talk like you from hear too much you.”

“Rest good; need you make impossible picture of everything relative to big zip of nothing of no-form and no-when.”

(The Birds of Peace)

[MJA]

Nobody, that's mostly metaphysics, and you can't explain the universe with metaphysics, which is the problem with Geoff's site. Take your subconsciousness out of the picture, by realizing matter produces mind, then redo your physics and metaphysics, then the science becomes clear. It's a real world and universe, whether expanding or contracting, it's absolutely real matter/energy producing mind and spirit. An old-timer told me a long time ago that, "The absolute law of least matter/energy action, absolutely had to produce all the universe's greater laws. Now, this is only common sense, based on actual matter and energy"___No other theory will suffice...

Hi Lloyd,

Welcome back!
How was your vacation?
And, if your ready to work, I need some desperate help with my TOE Quest, and hoped you would be so kind to respond. I have only a couple of questions that I cannot find the answers too.

They are:

Who created the "absolute" laws of nature, was it man or nature?
If you say it was man, are these man made natural laws just or true?
And if it be the latter, nature the source of natural laws, does man know the "absolute" just or truth of them?
Has man interpreded them correctly?
Or, are natural laws like man made people laws, in need of contant reinterpretation and revision?
The legal definition of just is only "fair".
Is fair the best we can do with any laws, natural or man made.
Or more simply, is man's wisdom of nature's laws absolute or only fair?
Are the laws of nature probable or certain?
Are the laws of nature open, or closed, motionless or ever changing?
Can nature exist without laws, a natural lawless state?
Is a state without the restrictions of uncertain laws closer to the absolute truth?
Would that state of no laws or restrictions be called the nature of freedom?
Could our understanding of natural laws be obscuring or restricting nature's freedom or truth?

Thanks,

=
MJA

PS: Perhaps I need more help than you!

[Profpat]

Well Austin, it looks like your epic may have a happy ending. I liked the mind part now awaiting emotions.
But first rest, then relax, then clear all thought, then.....

Best

Pat

[austintorn@aol.com]

Graphic of Nobody’s Original Theory of Nothing with Potential

Since “virtual matter” operates in our prolonged instant of the universe from nothing, or at least in the instant it’s being erased, might we just as well call it real in a sense similar to when a “virtual matter” of a created pair on a Black Hole’s event horizon, on our side, becomes real as Hawking radiation while the other part remains in the Black Hole?

Also, doesn’t “virtual matter” seeming to us as real as a really real real would be felt, make it the same as a real real, since there would be no difference at all in any way of how physics and chemistry, etc., operates?

In other words, doesn’t real imply existence, even in our brief history of time?

[N0B0DY]

I would have said gravity creates it and light destroys it, but I'm reconsidering the nature of both.

Fake real is the same as real real, no difference.

And you are truly a champion of champions...

[Lloyd Gillespie]

Hi Nobody and all, just letting you know I'm still kicking, and my absolute hammer still smashes absolute photons... One time, photons, the sperm of the universe, all went hunting for the black-hole/hoo ha of this big universe. Upon finding it through thermal hydrodynamic compressional random inertia, and slightly, yet almost eternally increasing velocity, all photonic sperm finally settled in the random motion party room of the great hoo ha, and from the dark matter/energy photonic sperm, universal conception of hydro-dynamic compression, and its related heat and angular momentum, finally yeilded the first universal photonic light, of the immaculate birth of more solid visible matter___What an inflationary explosion. There's much too this massive sexual story, but human nature's natural sexual intellect easily figures this mammoth mystery, of absolute sexual science out.

Let me try to see if this clarifies my position. this is an answer I sent to Fredrick: "I can't entertain the concept of nothing, mathematically or otherwise, as any more than an abstract concept. Yes, tis true intuitive mathematics may be able to entertain such a mathematical concept, though the same logical concept is too abstract, i.e., an abstraction of an abstraction, that unless solidly connected to real tangible matter, is not real too me. I start with solid absolute matter to form the fundamental thoughts of all my thinking, therefore can never give credence to abstract ideas, except that I do realize the mind is capable of abstract thought, but until applied to real fundamental substance, must remain abstract. IMO, this is the main difference in all human thought, that is, whether one is fundamentally thinking from an absolute solid matter subject/object, or from the fallacy of the abstract, which can never produce any real absolutely solid matter. The abstract, when trying to be applied to the real universe, is incapable of true connection, and is the old Platonian and Cartesian fallacy. Once any mind starts with a truly undefinable abstract concept, such as metaphysical mind/consciousness/nothing/faith/belief/religion, it is impossible of producing scientific facts. What such minds produce is no more than the extensions of abstracts, piled ever higher upon more abstract concepts/ideas. IMO and knowledge thinking, the mind only produces scientific facts when starting with solid absolute matter facts, even if the fact is no larger than the most possible of infinitesimal sized photons, or such photonic substance, whether we call them quarks/muons/gluons, or whatever other chomodynamic theorized particles or matter waves imagined or known. You see, I see all waves as matter, even the most infinitesimal of all___mind/thought/spirit waves. To me, it's all infinitesimal matter on up to the matter we drive around in, or the stars we see shining in the absolutely real and true night sky. I don't have it all figured out, but I do absolutely know the abstract is impossible of producing anything but more abstracts."

Nobody, many scientists and metaphysicists have been making the Platonian and Cartesian mistakes for centuries, and many, even Einstein, often made this mistake, of fundamentally thinking from the abstract, instead of the fundamentally and scientifically real. Of course, the choice is all ours to make, but sound science requires that we do our scientific thinking from the factual absolute matter side of the mind, and the meta-thinking from the abstract side of the mind. The abstract/metaphysical can never encompass the scientific side of the mind, because tis impossible of ever being scientific, yet the scientific can encompass the abstract/metaphysical mind, because the scientific random evolution of the universe produced the bio/abstract/metaphysical in the bio-era___quite recently, I might add, in universal matter evolution time. As I've said before, Einstein's mind may have been thinking somewhat abstract and metaphysical, when he dreamed up e=mc^2, but at the moment of this formula's creation, he'd obviously switched to scientific factual mode, as it's clearly been proven true and workable, as have many of his other ideas. This however, does not in any way mean he was entirely metaphysical, even though much of his thoughts and ideas were, his science is sound science. It's not that the abstract can not produce sound scientific thought, it's that the abstract can never produce sound scientific product and fact. The abstract/metaphysical is eternally locked in matter's scientific mythological state of mind. It exists, but it's not real___It's illusion. The LSD was good, but the hulucinations never produced real matter, nor will the abstract illusion ever produce the absolute. The absolute is the solid state universe, of multi-and-a-many varried state matter density, velocities and temperatures.

The absolute truth is a complex, yet simple, sexual intellectual journey...

Enjoy,
Lloyd

"When you discover a paradox, check your premeses, one of your fundamentals is wrong." Ayn Rand

Welcome back, Lloyd. Nice to see you're still in bickering mode. It's good that I have on my harder-than-diamond, impenetrable, sword-proof, Kryptonian armor on.

My thread has nothing to do with Geoff's site and RP's either for that matter. They propose very logical ideas and express them very well, but both have not been able to fully explain the cause of the out waves or cause of expansion that would essentially render the absolute state as a relative state.

What I have tried to do, and still do, is extend logical ideas to the point where logic and physical laws cease. Then perhaps a few will realize that searching for absolute truth through a relative means is more than less futile.

The operative word that you have referred me to is "look," which is based on observation which in turn is what I try to base observational reality upon. Close your eyes and look up, then look in and around, and you will see that the view is relatively similar - minus the light that penetrates your eyelids. You have to absorb light, and we have to know what light is in order to know what it isn't.

Like Einstein we want to know what light quanta are, so that the castles we build aren't for nothing. I'm trying to reduce the complex particles and use simply photons and gravitons, so we can figure out a way to remove their particulate nature. The SLAC experiment is evidence that light can be thought of as the sole factor in the creation of reality - repeatedly producing both matter and antimatter - from the non-lived to the short-lived to the stable according to energy exchanges based on the elusive, and I say illusive, "c."

If we put our minds together, we could simplify the model by proposing something like +1 (matter) -1(antimatter) = 0 (photon/graviton) - which don't exist at the zero point, and we have a type of creation-from-nothing in all directions. It is like a universal annihilation event of absolute matter and antimatter resulting in one illusory photon outwardly and one graviton inwardly. The net effect is zero - changeless - but the possibilities leading to probabilities leading to observable reality, based on the opposing abstract absolutely-solid and absolutely vacuous perspectives, are infinite.