Resting Light Theory

[labelwench]

Very good work, gentlemen.

You two keep working on the theory and the diagrams, and I'll supply a bit of 'filler' here and there while you are sorting out the details.

The ravens in the Yukon are Corvus corax or common ravens, part of the corvid family. Members of the family include other raven subspecies, crows, jays, magpies, and nutcrackers.

Ravens can live for decades. The captive birds at the Tower of London typically live from 20 to 25 years, and one even made it to the ripe old age of 41. In the wild, they typically mate for life, returning to the same nesting spot year after year to raise their young.

In the Yukon, ravens nest anywhere from the forests of the south to the coast of the Beaufort Sea. As early as the middle of March, the ravens begin moving out of town to build or repair their nests.

Rest of the article and photograph at this link:

http://www.taiga.net/yourYukon/col414.html

[labelwench]

A question, Wick.

As the resident expert on light, would you consider light to have intrinsic value?

Just a topic that I have introduced on another thread, but I am interested in how intrinsic value, (or intrinsic potential as I like to think of it) relates to your model of light.

Perhaps you see no relation at all.

Kind regards,

Lorrina

[Wick]

...would you consider light to have intrinsic value?

Oh, yes!

Light is space-in-motion. It is the very essence of volition. All things are possible because space moves. Space moves around a planet or a star and we call that motion gravity. But it is really a kind of light. Gravity is space moving.

When space undulates on a smaller scale, we call that light the electromagnetic field. We know well that this field fills the immensity of space. It warms us. It causes us to see. It is the reason a peach tastes like a peach. It is the delight that comes when I see my little daughter's eyes sparkle. It is the force in me that enlivens the matter I call my body. All that matters, all that teaches or inspires comes because of light...because space moves.

So yes...I know that light has intrinsic value. It is in us. Ultimately, it is what we are.

But light also has extrinsic value, which is to say light originated outside the universe, not inside it. The universe is a part and light acts upon that part as a whole. It is extrinsic in its value...

Does that make sense?

Wick

[Wick]

By the way, I'm working on a short bit of fiction for this thread which will help to illustrate the wavy line. I haven't forgotten about you all. I'm just trying to keep up with the blessing of seven very wonderful children. They keep me young. They are my light. I pray they shine forever.

Wick

[Wick]

Once Upon a Line

Chapter 1: OF HEAVEN AND HELL

Once upon a Line lived an very long queue of point-like persons.
These persons moved in one of two directions—either Up or Down—but virtually every point aspired to go Up, for everyone knew that Up was the direction of Heaven and Down was the direction of Hell. This, in a nutshell, served as the cosmology for occupants on the Line, who referred to the Line quite simply as the Universe. All points were deeply convinced that the Universe was straight, a notion held widely by religiously minded points who called the Up-ward path “The Straight and Narrow” and the Down-ward path “The Fall”. So all points with one accord sought to walk the Straight and Narrow to Heaven
One might think that a mass exodus of all points in an upward direction would pose a collision risk, but such was not the case, for points occupy no space and are quite adept at passing through one another. So, swift points traveled swiftly toward Heaven, passing through slower points as they went. Slow points, on the other hand, traveled slowly toward Heaven and were frequently passed through.

A popular song along the Universe, written by some anonymous point went something like this:

Oh, happy souls, how fast you go and leave me here behind.
Don’t stop for me, for I can see the Lord is just and kind.

“Go on! Go on!” my soul says, “Go! And I’ll come after you!
Though I’m behind, yet I can find I’ll sing Hosannas, too.”

God give you strength that you may run and keep your footsteps right.
Though fast you go, and I so slow, you are not out of sight.

When you get to those worlds above and all their glories see,
When you get home, your work is done. Then look you out for me.

For I will come fast as I can. Along the way I’ll steer.
God give me strength I shall at length be one among you there!

Now, there was in the Universe an aspiring point by the name of Greg. He owned a rusty old wheelbarrow in which he kept all his possessions and he was very good at going up. And he was very fast. But on one fateful day, Greg, stopped along the way and began to converse with another point—a Raven called Lorrina—who was standing at rest (UNTHINKABLE) neither going up nor down.

“Are you hurt?” Greg asked.

“Shhh!” Lorrina hissed.

“Why aren’t you moving up the Straight and Narrow? Heaven awaits you!!”

“Shhh!” Lorrina repeated and she closed her eyes.

“You’re in my way.” Greg encouraged. He was trying to start a race.

“Then pass through,” Lorrina whispered. “Just leave me alone. I can feel something.” She closed her eyes tighter.

“What is it you think you feel?” Greg asked

“The Universe is trembling,” she said simply, and Greg laughed, which, by the way, was his nature. “The Universe doesn’t move, silly bird! The Universe is straight!” And with that, Greg gripped the handles of his wheelbarrow and passed through Lorrina…and to his surprise, as he passed through the resting bird, he felt a quivering. He stopped, looked toward “The Fall” and there sat the Raven, black as Hell, with her eyes closed. Greg closed his eyes and sure enough he felt the Universe trembling.

This feeling evoked deep feelings in Greg, for his faith had always been firmly grounded upon the firm foundation of the Universe—unmoving and straight as Truth, at the top of which was Heaven and at the Bottom of which was Hell. But he could feel that Universal foundation moving. The Universe was not firm as he had thought. If the Universe moves, Greg thought to himself, perhaps there is no Heaven and no Hell. Perhaps I am headed nowhere? He looked back at the Raven. Her eyes were still closed.

“You have enlightened me, Raven. I, too have felt the Universe trembling. I perceive that my faith has been misplaced, and so have decided to try ‘The Fall’.” And with that Greg left his wheelbarrow and all his possessions and began to move Down the Universe. He found the Down-ward path a bit easier, and in time established a steady pace that seemed to expend considerably less energy. Other points, travelling Up the Universe were astonished at Greg’s blatant disregard for the “Straight and Narrow,” but Greg didn’t care one iota what the other points thought. He also found that walking at the pace he had settled into reduced somewhat the sensation that now seemed so unnerving…the quivering motion of the Universe.

But now far above Greg, at rest upon the Universe, Lorrina the Raven looked through half-closed eyelids and smiled. The Universe was trembling still.

[Wick]

Chapter 2: Trembling Universe

All along the line, placed at regular intervals of exactly 1 Linear League (LL) were Pass Through Points (PTPs) which were the means whereby citizens of the Universe reckoned how far they had travelled. As is usually the case when travelling along a monotonous stretch of road, walking the distance from one PTP to another sometimes seemed to take longer than should have been the case. Everypoint understood that this was a psychological problem, not a physical problem, for the distance between each and every PTP had been precisely measured many times and the distances were invariably measured to equal exactly 1 LL.

As Greg walked Down the Universe (to the horror of the upward travelling points), his mind was deeply fixed upon the trembling of the Universe.

If the Universe is trembling, he thought, then in which direction does it tremble? As far as he was concerned there were only two directions in which the Universe could tremble—either up or down. But this sensation of trembling didn’t feel like an up or down trembling. When Greg stopped to sense what he was feeling more fully, he came to the distinct conclusion that what he was feeling was similar to the sensation he felt when passing through a PTP (which sensation all points call “zinging”)—but this sensation washed over Greg when there was no PTP in sight. What’s more it seemed to Greg that when he was at rest in the Universe, the sensation occurred on a extremely regular cycle. Greg called this cycle the “zing-two-three-four cycle”—which meant that when Greg slowly and evenly counted from one to four upon sensing this minor “zinging” sensation, each subsequent “zinging” sensation would occur each time he returned to the number one (or zing).

“Zing, two three four; Zing, two, three, four; Zing, two three, four…” Greg chanted while standing at rest looking toward Hell. “Why such a regular period to this trembling? What could it mean? In which direction does the Universe tremble?” These questions rose up in Greg’s mind like mountains he dared not cross.

What’s more, when Greg left his resting position and began to accelerate himself in the direction of Hell, he felt the zing-two-three-four cycle speed up to a three-count cycle (zing, two three; zing, two three; etc.), then a two-count cycle (zing, two; zing, two; etc.), then a one count cycle (zing; zing; etc.). Finally when Greg halted his acceleration, maintaining a constant (but very specific) speed, the zinging sensation stopped all together. This constant speed became Greg’s preferred pace, because at this pace the trembling of the universe ceased to bother Greg’s sensibilities.

And so it was that Greg, moving at a steady pace toward Hell, came upon a point through which he could not pass—a relatively stationary point, into whom he collided—and owing to whom he was knock squarely upon his posterior.

“How did you do that!” Greg asked in shock, for he had never as yet made contact with anything upon the Universe through which he could not pass.

“I’m not like you,” the point simply stated. “I’m a figure of some substance,” the obstinate point persisted, “through which you cannot pass.”

Greg was shocked. “I’ll be damned!” he cursed. “Then how shall I continue on my way toward Hell!?”

“I know nothing of Hell,” the point said in a disgusting matter-of-fact tone that irritated Greg to the very tip of his point. “They call me a triangle and I am surfing on the waves of your Line.”

“My Line?” Greg asked puzzled. “I had a wheelbarrow when I was on my way to Heaven. But now I’m going to Hell and I have no possessions…least of all a Line...whatever a Line might be.”

“This place you call the ‘Universe’ is the Line I speak of,” the point explained.

“The Universe is straight!” Greg responded not knowing exactly why he said it (though he had learned this saying in catechism and it somehow comforted him to say it).

“Your universe is not straight,” the point insisted. “If it were straight, would I be surfing here?”

“What is this surfing you speak of?” Greg asked.

“Surfing is to go up and then down and then up again…and then down again…many times.”

“Foolish pastime.” Greg said. “We call that pacing and it gets you nowhere.”

“I don’t think you understand my nature.” The point replied. “Come close to me and let me show you.”

Cautiously, Greg approached the point then pressed against the point slowly in a vain attempt to pass through. To his surprise, the point pushed back, and as he did so Greg felt himself moving toward Heaven with no power to stop the curious force of this “substantial” point's "push". But even more astonishing after pushing Greg several feet toward Heaven, the point vanished altogether.

Greg broke into a cold sweat. “What is this?” he asked himself. “Has a ghost passed by me today. Whence came the force that nudged me toward heaven? Whence went the strange point that calls himself substantial?”

Then Greg felt something that cause him to quake to the very center, for it seemed as if the voice of the strangely substantial point was coming from Greg’s own mouth and these are the words he found himself speaking (though he was absolutely certain his mouth was closed). “I am no point. I am a triangle. Your ‘Universe’ is not straight, but is a wavy line into which I have just dived, and upon which I will soon be surfing again.”

Greg turned pale, screamed a wild, high-pitched scream, then crawled a bit closer to Heaven. “I am being punished!” Greg wailed, “for going toward Hell! Heaven help me! I’m possessed with an evil spirit who has entered into me and who speaks nonsense through my very own lips!”

[Wick]

I'll leave these first two chapters as a down payment for a larger story about Greg the point. Please consider the scenario. Ask questions, please, if the scenario makes no sense to you.

Wick

[labelwench]

Raven opened her eyes, ears assailed by sharp sounds from Greg, sounding rather like he had ingested something too sharp for his crop, though of course Greg was not a bird.

Where was the one who spoke of the light?

No matter. He would return at the appropriate 'now', as it was ever now, whether it was day or night.

She would leave the gift here. It would be found....

Chris Rice - Go Light Your World

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vVSHC...eature=related

[labelwench]

Does the universe tremble, or merely shimmer, as we journey through it, and it through us, the Raven wondered.......

Raven observed that the one who spoke of the light had indeed been by since last she had passed this way, though he had left no message of his return.

He was likely busy spreading the light, and the universe was a large place.......

[Wick]

It's been a very long time since I came to visit. Strange that I should choose to stop by on the same day you did.

I've been thinking.

Altering my thoughts.

Trying to understand what the universe is saying.

When I've made sense of things, perhaps I'll try again.

Wick