T.o.N. (Theory of Nothing)

[N0B0DY]

Lloyd,

I was thinking about what you had said about the relativistic nature of mass, and it really is not as different from the implications that arise from the SLAC experiments as I had previously considered.

If we both agree there is essentially no need to invoke photons or gravitons, perhaps we can posit an atomic model based on interference in lieu of annihilation and creation. Though, the meeting point would have to remain imo otherwise there would be no differentiating between energy and matter.

I'm thinking instead of having quarks, protons, electrons, photons, gravitons, etc., the spectral lines would be the result of gravity separating the white light. There would be only an inward and outward interaction according to frequency; there would be an a priori intrinsic positive and negative bond built into the fabric of space itself - synonymous to multiple mini bangs due to annihilation of the charges. Whereby the outward gamma bursts would represent the positive charge of the proton, which would be more "massive" than the electron (inward waves) due to the greater kinetic energy. The outer "shells" of the atom would have greater energy because the amplitude of the inward waves would be higher - less interference from the high-amplitude outward waves.

Molecular bonding would be the result of random amplitude changes whereby certain atoms would be forced together to the point where the inward and outward amplitudes match, and the whole larger closed system would be surrounded by incoming waves with a sum amplitude variably less than the closed system to allow for variable decay rates.

Is that a fair assessment, or should I stick to chopping trees in the Sahara Forest?

[austintorn@aol.com]

The Conclusion
of
Butterflies At the Edge Of Forever


(Part 19 A)

Towards the Ends of the Earth

Life’s a continual cosmic energy dance,
From some ultimate underlying happenstance.
We’re immersed in matter’s universal rhythm;
Therefore, we must all participate in the dance.


(The ToeQuestors out to sea.)

Purest moonlight fell into the wrong hand,
As Evil swirled ’round—a drifting black sand
That drank the silvery beam from the cup—
Till the moon shone no more across the land.

(From K. B. Robertson’s book)

So the primrose drank not of the moon’s well,
Until the sun, rising from earthly hell,
Exposed evil, outshone it, and sent it
To caves and under rocks, where shadows dwell.

The ToeQuestors were out in the Pacific somewhere, on the last leg of their journey. The second day’s caress of twilight unto the night was somewhat more somber for them, for they reviewed the CMBR trip’s intercepted prophecy of the most probable future, a tale encrypted in biblical language, entitled

THE END OF THE WORLD

Charon was withered, wan, and skeletal, although eternally grateful for his immortal life and steady job of ferrying the dead across the river Styx in their transition from life to death. As Earth was the only planet he’d come across with such promising higher life forms, he had become rather fond of them, even though he saw only the worst of them, but even from this he could extrapolate to the qualities of the best.

Charon did his job well, very professionally, although it was ever dreary with the darkness of wasted lives and the grim and gloomy skies, for his surroundings always had that same gray and leaden look and feel. He ferried on, for his life was precious to him.

The soon-to-be really really dead never said much at all, for what what there to tell after a empty life that had now turned to regret—so Charon did not prompt them, for this was not the thing to do at this time of their passing, but he was always courteous and kind to them all, even to the most evil of the darkest, doing his job well as well as he could. It was not that Charon was afraid that his undersized master of the underworld, Pluto, might be watching, but that he had the clarity to serve the task at hand, a testament to his character.

Charon had been much alarmed lately—what with the increased numbers of souls going into the millions in such a short time, but he had been through this rush before with the doomed and damned of many other planets that had been consumed by their suns or had undergone other such catastrophes. He just used larger boats and took his time, for he had all of eternity. Of course, Charon could and did feel sadness, but he didn’t show it outwardly, even when the numbers from Earth increased a thousand-fold again.

A few of the now billions of depressed Earthling souls had energy enough to mumble a few words to Charon and so he was able to glean from them the latest happenings on Earth.

In 2039, the predicted exponential surge of melting ice from global warming quickly inundated all of the coastal cities, many of them large centers of population and commerce. Everyone who could make it had to retreat inland, creating the largest mass exodus in history. Millions died.

As the heat rose to unbearable levels over the next decade, many began living in their basements as the Earth’s infrastructure began its collapse. Millions eventually headed north towards Canada and Siberia, but had to retreat in a few years when the ice caps totally melted and made the great ocean of the north; many did not make it. No one but the ignored physicist mathematicians had predicted that the end could come into sight so quickly.

The Earth was thrashed with storms the likes of which it had never seen. Electricity was completely gone all over the world except for a few nuclear powered areas that didn’t last much longer. No one could drive very far, even on their last tank of gas, for the roads had melted, along with the tires of the vehicles trying to travel them, and if the vehicles stopped, they’d find themselves mired in the meltdown of the asphalt.

Food would no longer grow even in gardens in the amounts that were needed, and as the heat rose into the 150s plant growth ceased altogether, although a new but rare and expensive form of food pill extended life for some of the rich for a short while.

Charon, had, of course, seen much of this kind of thing before from the other solar systems and galaxies on which life had formed; but Earthlings seemed to have a special charm and hope above and beyond the other alien races. So he rowed and ferried and deposited them on the far shore, his job and life forever continuing in a place with no color, no joy, no future—the land on the edge of oblivion. Charon had depths of compassion, but many of his passengers would have thought him stoic, although they were mostly beyond the capability of that and anything else. A sign on the opposite shore said “Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here.”

(The Ferry Dock of Hades)

Billions more arrived in the gray land all too soon and Charon learned that either madness or planning on Earth had caused a nuclear winter all over the planet, bringing on a deep freeze that few could escape. A few of Charon’s still speaking customers even expressed a longing for the warmth of Hades. Charon, stalwart and reliable, rowed on steadily, steeling himself to the misery.

Finally the masses slowed and dwindled to a few dribs and drabs over a few years and then there was nothing for several years. A lone man then appeared on the shore near the ferry dock and Charon approached the man, something he had never done before.

They had a long and hearty talk, for the man was animated and not at all like any of the other wretched souls.

“How is it,” inquired Charon, “that you are full of life and seem to be a good man?”

“I am not a bad person,” the man replied. I just spent some time in Heaven. My sweetheart was sent here before me, for she was a suicide and destined here, and I had promised to be with her forever, so I chose this place out of my love for her in the promise I made.”

“Extraordinary,” exclaimed Charon. “I knew the Earth had a few good men, although I’ve not seen very much of that elsewhere in the universe. Did you colonize space—will your species continue and flourish after your Earth bids farewell?”

“I’m afraid not,” replied the man, for too many needless wars intervened and this greatly delayed our space program.”

“A shame,” said Charon, but is there any hope left on Earth, I mean, are there any others?”

“I am the last,” answered the man slowly.

The first tear of Charon’s long life rolled down his cheek. Nothing had ever made him cry before; nothing had ever made him weep.

(Hell’s Gate)

[austintorn@aol.com]

(Part 19 B)

The yachting ToeQuestors cheerfully sighted land on the morning of the third day, a string of 8 large islands—among hundreds of little ones strewn about. They were once called the Sandwich Islands, and had been populated long ago by wind, wave, and wings.

Rascal’s heading took him past the largest and still growing island, called the Big Isle, passing to the north of it, this island being the largest mountain on earth as measured from the ocean floor. He noted the two gargantuan, but ever gentle, volcanos, called Mauna Loa and Kilauea, and swept on past six more islands.

Profpat’s route took him to the surfer’s paradise on the venerated north shore of the most populated island that was known as “The Gathering Place”. The waves there were of the most fearsome intensity ever to break across a coral reef. He roared ashore on one of the larger swells and was quickly surrounded by well tanned, three-looped string bikini girls. He got out and kissed the sand.

Fredrick’s course took him south around The Big Island and onward past four more, during which he noted the whales frolicking and spawning and making large waves. He landed on the sixth island, next to an extinct volcano whose profile was well known. Therein lay the home of Pele, the fire god, his tears left behind as diamonds in the crater.

Austin’s path curved around in between the first five islands.

Graybeard passed a large bay on the sixth, noting a memorial in which 1500 sailors lay entombed.

Rascal sent out a fax: “What was that gigantic monolithic volcanic wonder that I passed as first land?”

“That was Hawaii,” answered Profpat. “We all passed it.”

“Guess we’re really not going to Hawaii,” sighed Rascal.

“Rascal,” faxed Austin, “You may still go to Hawaii. The state of Hawaii is an archipelago of eight main islands, the largest of which is called Hawaii—on which many live near the ocean, about the volcanos’ bases, but it’s not highly populated. It, like the main island, Oahu, is a county of Hawaii, as are the others: Kahoolawe—once a military bombing range, Lanai—a large Dole pineapple plantation, Maui—another up and coming tourist paradise, home of the Haleakala volcano, Molokai—once a leper colony, Oahu—what people think of as ‘Hawaii’, Kauai—a quiet honeymoon retreat where ‘South Pacific’ was filmed in the 50’s, and, finally, Niihau—a privately owned and forbidden mystery island that has been closed to outsiders for centuries, known also as the ‘Forgotten Island’, as it is frequently omitted on tourist maps.”

“Uh, oh,” answered Rascal, “I’m destined for Niihau.”

“Good luck getting in there!” advised Austin.

Profpat carried on with the girls for quite awhile, one of whom took him aside into some bushes, and gave him many kisses, saying “Don’t waste your kisses on the sand,” and then asked, “I must double check. What is your name?”

“I am, um, hubba-bubba, that was good, um, some kind of Professor of something.”

“Named?”

“Accounting.”

“You are Professor Accounting?”

“No, I am Pat—Profpat.”

“Good. I read your exploits—you’re my hero! Here is a map to the TOE Research Center. You’ll like it—it has been greatly upgraded and renovated. Please read and destroy the map now.”

“OK, got it,” said Profpat, as the map went up in smoke, along with a cigarette.

“Oh, King of Intertwined Strings that I adore, kiss me a few goodbyes, for now. I shall see you again.”

“Here’s a copy of my new book, ‘A Farewell to Arms’; it’s all about future warfare being conducted only by robots.”

“Prof, my love, give me your arms already!”

Profpat kissed her about a thousand times and floated off on his opiate endorphins to rent a Suzuki motorcycle at a roadside hut after quaffing a few liquid tropical refreshments. He headed south through the very center of the island, towards the misty Koolau mountain range.

Fredrick came ashore at Waikiki Beach, an Egyptian welcoming lady hailing him as the King of the Pyramids, her actions akin to Profpat’s lady. He observed the TOE map, burned it, gave her a copy of his new book, ‘Searching for a Tripodomus or a Pentasaur or a Sexagon Because the Eyeclops Has No Depth Perception’, and had a breakfast of duck eggs, bacon, and toast at Smorgy’s, sitting outside with the birds that pecked all around at every fallen crumb. If ever the twain of the East met West, and even overlapped it, Oahu was the place.

Fredrick explored Honolulu a bit and then passed through The International Market Place, a bazaar that was pretty much built into the trees and large plants. Overwhelmed by the scents, sights, and the friendliness of the people that was so lacking in other countries, Fredrick sat down on a bench and talked to everyone, and even to a chatty bird for a while, then rented a Bridgestone motorcycle and drove off along the Ali Wai canal, then headed north towards the mysterious Manoa Valley.

(Waikiki Beach and Diamond Head)

Austin landed on the eastern shore, rented a Honda motorcycle, and headed up toward the Pali Lookout, stopping at the old swimming hole and diving from the cliffs into the base of a waterfall, and then continued on, refreshed.

(Graybeard’s Pirate Ship)

Graybeard landed near a hotel, dove into the surf, and surfaced in the hotel lagoon.

Graybeard was greeted by the Goddess of Love and Passion Kisses, who looked a lot like a mermaid he’d once known in Australia. She hailed him as the Champion of Evolution, Electric Master, and the Greatest Pirate of the Sea. She embraced him a hundred times over and under.

Graybeard read the map, roasted it, gave her a copy of his new book, ‘The Joy of Underwater Creatures’, and then ordered drinks for them, resting and surveying the scene, and then was off to rent a Kawasaki motorcycle.

[austintorn@aol.com]

(Part 19 C)

Rascal, sighting Niihau, passed by some patrol boats that did nothing, and docked on the forbidden shore and was soon met by a sweet and loving Hari Khrisna looking girl who hugged him many times over in every way in every dimension.

“Would you like to attend our feast?” she asked of Rascal.

“Be there lobsters?”

“No, just parsley and cole slaw.”

“No thanks.”

“Rascal, Master of Many Dimensions, you’re supposed to ask me for a map.”

“Oh, do you have a map?”

“Yes—this is the location of the TOE Center on Oahu, where you will go later if you get out of here alive—ha, but no ha. Please memorize and burn. Follow me.”

She showed him a path and remained behind on the beach. He gave her a copy of his new book, ‘Heat—the Seventh Dimension’.

Rascal, a bit apprehensive, saw fifty heavily armed guards blocking the road ahead, but, as he neared, they parted, bowed their heads, and melted away into the forest.

(Rascal Puff on Niihau)

“What the Yin of the Yang!” he exclaimed, stiffling a Yaun.

He walked toward a complex of oriental structures, quickly turning around, sensing someone coming. A thousand Buddhist monks were trailing ten feet behind him; he continued on, smiling, the Buddhists forming in a square in front of what looked to be an ancient temple.

A wind arose from nowhere and many tree blossoms suddenly began falling, and Rascal could hear them breaking the air and softly landing on the ground.

The doors of the temple magically opened for him and he entered a long hallway as many doves abruptly flapped and flew about.

Rascal strode on, and passed through the door at the end of the corridor, a dragon on a wall pointing the way.

He moved along, observing the Wall of the Nine Degrees of Dragons, and then turned the corner, stunned by the haunting beauty of the vision that lay before him.

“Holy Mother of all Radiance!” He exclaimed.

Rascal entered the glowing edifice. The Tenth Degree Grand Master sat at a desk, typing into a computer, and said, even before looking up, “Hail to thee, Rascal, Discoverer of Three Additional Dimensions, and Saviour of the Existing Three!”

“Hail, Master of the Dark Moon in the Bright Light of a New Age.”

“Thank you. Welcome to the new Forbidden City. Did you see anyone behind you on your way in?”

“That was a good one, Master. They almost pulled it off.”

“Those monks can walk on rice paper without making a tear or even a wrinkle, and they can sense all kinds of surveillance beams. They’ve volunteered for our new antiterrorism campaign. Sometimes war is the only road to peace. Who would suspect a monk, even if they did detect him or her?’”

“And by then it would be too late. So how are you, Master?”

“Well, fine, but here I sit, Rascal, at the edge of the Western world, in a place called The Last Resort, cleansing the messes made from mankind’s evil thoughts. Some of the governments have thanked ‘us’, saying ‘whoever was responsible’. adding, ‘but these things should be done within the structure of the law’.”

“The governments had to say that last part, and yes, it’s sad, the evil, and the moral dilemma of it all, but you can, must cleanse it, given some time. There seems to be no Outside help.”

(By K. B. Robertson, artist,
and actual martial arts expert,
a lucky coincidence for this story)

“True, the Outside or the Heretobefore may be long gone, and yes, I can do, for we ninjas do not report to a government, nor does the Conspiracy or Terrorism, plus, it would be evil as well to just sit around and tolerate it; but yours is really the larger task, Rascal: the understanding and utiliziation of the TOE, if need be, to forestall the dark prophecy of the Global Warming Greenhouse Effect. Rascal, if the TOE Center should ever come into danger, bring them all here.”

“It’s daunting to fully understand the real TOE and close to daringly foolish to use it to fully alter a high level of reality. Everything is intertwined.”

“Well, Rascal, if you see over the years that worse is coming to worse and then to worser and worsest, then perhaps you TOE fellows might bypass the CMBR antenna altogether and fiddle with the DNA matrix itself.”

“Only if we have to, to save the world from utter extinction.”

“Good, but you may have to. The long sought after Noerthwest Passage has just opend up due to melting ice—a fable no more.”

“Only a few decades left…”

“Or less. Methane is rising from Siberia. Now, Mr. Rascal Puff, the time has come to give you a proper tribute:”

The room quickly filled and fluttered with varicolored butterflies of many varieties. Length, Width, and Depth then appeared on stage, and bowed, along with the Grand Master, and then swirled and twirled on into Gravity, Electricity, and Magnetism and disappeared, replaced by a great radiating warmth of gleams, glints, and sparkles, perhaps the seventh dimension of Heat or Heaven.

“Thank you, sir, and each of you. I am humbled.” said Rascal.

“It is you that we thank,” answered the Master. “Travel in peace, and praise be to the TOE.”

Rascal came out to a cheering crowd of monks, and said some soft and gentle words to them, and was soon off in his boat for a short trip to Oahu, landing near the magic shores of Hanalei, and renting a big Harley motorcycle.

[austintorn@aol.com]

(Part 19 D)

Fredrick veered onto the H1 Freeway, got off near Fort Shafter, and, finding the jump, soared through the air and on up to the secret mountaintop TOE Center to analyze and discover all that was.

Graybeard followed, climbing the steep path, flying the gap, and disappearing into the bulk of the great upheaval to discern the further workings of reality.

Profpat mounted the gravity impaired hill of hills, ascending ever upward on the inclination toward the peak of the tree of knowledge.

Austin, after passing Pearl City, powered up the well known path of thirty years ago, coming home at last to where his TOE research had begun.

Michael energized from the skies, alighting at the summit.

(From K. B. Robertson’s book)

A few others arrived, as well, their motorcycles churning the dust into a fog that only wind and radiance could disperse.

Rascal Puff, the last of the Hell’s Angels, broached the breach, and thundered upward and ever onward as the road rose up to meet him.

Nobody Nowhere appeared from the mist, alias Raven Knight, and said, “Your rooms are ready; we have all new equipment. We’ll work here, on and off—the risk of exposure is much less. Pick a home for your families or friends—all expenses paid. Feel free to roam the islands, but stay alert and employ your new skills. Hear what makes little sound; see what isn’t all there; sense all eminations. The world is still very much interested in the TOE. We’ve left Austin’s overlook as it was 30 year ago, but added a railing around it, for we wouldn’t want the ground to rise up to meet you. Also, here’s a copy of my new book, ‘From Here to Maternity—the Conception of the Universe’.”

“Who could conceive of that?” asked Profpat.

“Lady Yin and Father Yang.”

“And what were they doing at the time?”

“Meshing around with their gears, making little dots.”

“And where did they come from?” asked Fredrick.

“Mother Tao and Father Oat.”

“’Oat is Tao backwards, Nobody, you can’t fool me,” commented Graybeard.

“Reality runs backwards and forwards, with us at the cusp.”

Graybeard replied, “I’ll drink to that!”

“Cheers, everyone. Wine and cheese are on the table.”

“Let us all raise our cusps,” toasted Graybeard. “To Saving the World!”

“That is our bond and destiny,” added Nobody, getting serious again. “The world needs us.”

“Are we nearing the end of the story?” Someone posted.

“Yes, and no, but maybe. Welcome, ToeQuestors, to the present day, September 18th, 2007. The greatest of all quests soon begins, for we are now the butterflies at the edge of forever.”

THE END ?

(We shall see—through the years of TOE research ahead.)

[Fluent Piffle]

Ahh, that was a disappointing ending Austin. You could have at least nailed Gillespie's nuts to the ceiling! He has a hammer you could have used, too!

Only joking, Lloyd. Keep up the god work!


pif.

[N0B0DY]

I'm pretty sure that's a picture of Lloyd up there with the flaring nostrils. Though I think it's due more to testicular acceleration than to a hammering.

I spoke to Larry King, Austin, and he wants to interview you about your new book if you can fit it into your schedule...

[N0B0DY]

Found an article on some of the implications of 0/0 that may be moot "points."

http://www.bbc.co.uk/berkshire/content/articles/2006/12/12/nullity_061212_feature.shtml

[Fluent Piffle]

Yeah, but Mathematics is so metaphysical, isn't it? I mean, it's not as if we observe numbers growing on trees or anything!

[N0B0DY]

I'm sure even Einstein would argue that point, but it depends on what we think we're observing, FP.

If all observations are relative to light, and we're not sure exactly what light is, then we could be observing a big zero divided into a representative infinite number of "particles" or "waves" in motion.

It seems that the less-massive something is, the faster it propagates. Then nothing is propagating faster than something with absolutely no mass. There would be a required time for a massless state to be broken into spatial points in order to acquire massive particles or waves according to the variable energy spectrums observed, and it appears that we have all the time in the world.

Analogous might be the big 1 penetrating the big 0 to breed an infinite number of 1's and 0's functioning as a binary system of differentiation (consciousness), whereby higher functions can evolve from the basic system just like computer programming with programs running over binary; or, conversely, like a analog/digital conversion forming usable infomation from white noise. All begging the knowledge of whether or not math must precede empiricism in order for there to be empiricism at all.