Old man Time, Young man Future!

I thought i knew what and who.

Who is What we are? what is who we are? But, in the minute it took me to figure out what that minute was, i was destroyed and then rebuilt.

Am i old if i have been exposed to what the world was for too long or am I young for having been exposed to what the world will be for as long as the world was? These words will one day be recovered by an archological team that does not understand our concept of time.

Time will be a structure, uncovered from the mud and earth and itself. It will rise in the middle of another civilization's skyscraper construction site and it will preserve itself as only time can, as proof that no concept can escape itself. And WE will live as no other humans ever have, in a world without time, in a world without ourselves, victims of our own concepts, heroes of our own design.

Until then, we create THIS, and wait for our work to be criticized by the OTHERS.

Devil's Advocate

If Mother Nature sent some Mastodons and Saber Tooth Tigers to kill my ancestors and they, in turn, figured out a way to survive, is that to be blamed for global warming? Does that mean that, as my ancestors figured out a way to survive Mother Nature, that they are Killing Mother Nature? Did my ancestors learn some secrets that Mother Nature did not want us to learn out of fear of being defeated? Does that make humans obscene in the eye of GOD? Does that mean that figuring out how to defeat Mother Nature consists of becoming our own enemies? Are we then trapped by Mother Nature? Are Mother Nature's laws un-breakable? By using our natural given brains to figure out un-natural concepts, have we become something different then natural? Aren't we then Mother Nature's True Child?

Thoughts on Tesla Motors plugs infranstructure

http://hplusmagazine.com/articles/miscellaneous/are-spacex-and-tesla-motors-future-21st-century-transportation

"Also, while the U.S. power grid probably has enough overall capacity to supply energy to a nation of plug-in vehicles, it may not have the ability to charge them all when they plug in and demand energy at the same time –- for example, 6pm every weekday."

One way to get around this is to create buffers in every plug location that store a useable given amount of energy per a given amount of time. This would offset the "rush hour" problem. Basically some standard batteries that would buffer one Tesla car's energy need per a given time period, which would have to be a larger period of time then it takes for a Tesla car to fully charge if continuously plugged in.

What is a question?

I've come to the conclusion that the question (not "THE question") is the most important thing (in philosophy/science/realty?). Here's how:

Information has become the most important thing in human existance. Information cannot be gotten without questions. What is a question?

Try imputing that in the Google search engine. The first result is:

http://www.sil.org/linguistics/GlossaryOflinguisticTerms/WhatIsAQuestion.htm

"A question is an illocutionary act that has a directive illocutionary point of attempting to get the addressee to supply information."

Try imputing that into the WolframAlpha Engine. The result is:

http://www.wolframalpha.com/input/?i=What+is+a+question%3F

"an informal reference to a marriage proposal"

The bottom line is: no one can get any information about anything without asking a fucking question. Or better, NOTHING can supply ANYTHING with any information without a question being involved.

Let's look at quantuum mechanics.

There are 2 ways to get any information at all about a quantuum particle: one way is to measure it. That is, asking a question about it; another way is by CREATING it. To create anything, you need to ask questions like: what are the limitations of the power of my imagination?. Can you create anything without being bound by questions? YES, the only way is to create EVERTHING. Then you don't need questions. The only thing that can create ANYTHING is the thing that KNOWS EVERYTHING.

Now.

What IS a question?

What kind of question is "What IS a question?"?

What kind of question is "What kind of question is "What IS a question?"?"?

What kind of question is "What kind of question is "What kind of question is "What IS a question?"?"?"?

The pattern above is an example of meta-questions. It reflects the concept of meta-information gleaning.

It also reflects the patterns of differential mathematics. These are the kind of mathematics that define quantum mechanics.

People discuss the concept of meta-information. This is the concept of information ABOUT information. This describes to concept of the rate of change of the rate of change of something. Or the rate of change of the rate of change of the rate of change of something.

See the pattern? The problem is that meta-information can only be gleaned by using the concept of a meta-question. A question about a question about something.

So we end up with a question.

So, what is a question?

Questions are a method of delimiting the power of the imagination of the asker of the question.

The unknown has often been described as a dark boundary beyond brightly visible known.

The universe's boundaries physically show themselves to our measuring devices as a "dark unknown". Just look at the sky at night.

Quantum mechanincs teaches us that the unverse is made of INFORMATION. It tells us that matter is really our measurement of the abstract reality of INFORMATION.

Now, if information can only be gleaned through questions about information, and meta-information only through meta-questions and so on, we can infer that the unverse cannot exist without a quesition.

We structure our scientific achievements and advances based on information gleaned. This information is gleaned by individuals who ask the questions. So, the question reigns above the answer. You cannot have information without a question about that information. Information has to be measured to be qualified and quantified. Measurement is equal to asking questions.

Measurement is KEY in quantum mechanics.

Whithout measurement, quantum particles exist in multiple states at the same time. Their potentials lie unfullfilled, their lessons untought, their future unlived, time stands still.

So, without questions, time stands still. Questions give birth to time and space.

Well, what is a question?

And does it matter who asks it? Does the universe's potential relly on an individual unique in time and space to give birth to time and space by asking the right question? Why do multiple individuals ask the same questions unrelated by time and space, such as Marconi and Tesla?

And why do multiple quantuum particles seem to not care about their own unrelation in time and space to be entangled by Einstein's "Spooky action at a distance"?

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Log In

I sat in the media couch with a lazy sigh, spoke out loud, with my recently raspy voice:
- Log In
A short smooth beep alerted me. Ready for Log in. I thought of the color Deep Red while singing my password to the melody of Nintendo's Mario Brothers. All in my mind, mind you.

The machine understood.

A pleasant welcoming tone greeted me to my hub.

I wanted to catch up with my email. I imagined the Email image supplied to me when i originally registered. The Wii III's scanner was quite accurate as I heard an ethereal tone welcome me to my inbox.

I enjoyed listening to my emails spoken through the voice of Marilyn Monroe while thought-watching the latest news with olfactory sens on. Cracked open a beer.

It's nice treating your senses as separate information channels. If properly meditative, multitasking is achieved at great payoff in terms of time and experience.

I turned on the 360 Dome Projector. The chair automatically adjusted to my point of view and i thought of a blue play arrow to start the show.

Passed out, or so i found out later from the chair's life-system monitoring cell.

Deer in my Garden

I saw them tonight in their daylight = our dreamlight, eating the loan, surviving by keeping us close and never out of site, yet in another dimension, here but there. Not now but then. Surviving us is a right of passage into the future. Hopefully we will never meet again, even as we consume the same fruit from the same tree.

Our loss is their loss. Our loss of direction. How can we, possessing of written memory, micro-technology and hyper-perspective, forget them so quickly?

"District 9"!!! Aliens being bullied by humans! Not a new story, really. It's what probably happens when you call your exterminator.

But we are caught in the spiral of time, us along with them in this twisted predetermined chaos, predictable yet unchangeable, watching them watch us eliminate them, eliminating ourselves.