On the Third Day, Page Five: Colder
The older you get, the more thermal energy you lose. It’s not the withering plasticity of cells, as detritus collection and rejuvenation continues unabated, but the wary fact that there is a frigid universe out there, and it would do everything within its purview to imbricate and exact it from you. So old are these small hills that winter’s concavity quickly quells their agitation with the speed of ether.
Anaesthetized and asleep, scattered Viking burial mound islets, history-riddled by hero-story runes dating back to a time long untimed — once agents of volcanos. Chunked from fiery magmatic bowels, they were once proud and cruel, conquering everything in their path, molding it to their whim. (But the dead men and their skeletons have already risen and become avatars conscripted for a war taking place on the underside of the world.) [My, oh my, what turns she takes on the chessboard of imagination!] { if then, when else? CODE for: loop while let ‘dreaming’; }
But once the old bones get used to seeing the light from a particular angle, they’re unlikely to bend back again. It’s all in the process of slowing down. In slowing down and really investing in a very particular and specific moment. Not knowing how it will pay dividends, but trusting that it will. In slowing down the frame of stimulus by redetermining the circuit of light. Of recognizing the light for what it is, streaking out, through this minuscule peephole quantum filter, as if you could just focus in on one ray of light, as if you could sense the environmental variables that might contribute to the sense sensation of being light.
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Let’s stop and zoom in.
To be a wave is first to sense Self as undulating. Begin as a buoy, where your motion is not primarily of your own agency, it is causally attributable to something else. In this case, the ocean current.
Take a moment, to just feel that. Be the Buoy! <![CDATA[*mocking snickering*]]>
Would you know direction?
You would primarily experience, and therefore know up and down because that would the span of the function of your motion. Additionally, we are not discussing triangle waves here, we are assuming sinusoidal, and so the experience would be parabolic, although you would experience it more like a rounded square?
How so?
You might induce a square wave experience because of the comparatively swift ascent-descent repetitions in and
Because you would recognize two patterns that are out of phase with our fallacy of an origin point. To more easily consider, let’s rotate the experiment by 90° and imagine you are getting tossed between two enormous magnets that change their polarity as you near, while the other grows in strength with distance. For sake of argument, let’s say you start standing next to Magnet A<![CDATA[*armpit fart noises as chalk squeaks*]]>. It pushes you away gently at first, it would be fine in this instance to imagine your mass as being an integral in the shape of the curve, but then you pick up speed and are careening towards Magnet 2<![CDATA[*“dumbass” muttered under breath*]]> who suddenly starts to reverse polarity as you near it, and you slowly approach, but never touch, until suddenly you find yourself in a similar situation as near Magnet 1, so patterns are forming in memory templates to assign to successive experiences. And then, wham, you are moving quickly again, traversing a comparatively long span of “space.”<![CDATA[*high-pitched shriek as reaction to a buttock pinch*]]>No, it doesn’t matter, remember: it’s not happening right now.<![CDATA[*corduroy rubs together*]]>
So, in this instance you would know up and down, because remember, we rotate the experiment.
Explain again the square wave comment.
Right, sorry. Let me turn this down for a moment, we’re getting interference. Heh. Yes, don’t get us started on that… Quite a co-incidence, eh? Get it? Who puts the “dig it” back in digital? That’s right, this guy.
Does it record the… the me with my fingers, I mean thumbs, pointing at myself? Without it, then… well, that’s half the joke. Or two-thirds of it anyway. Ba-dum-bum. Fine.
It’s square because it’s two experiences of relatively equal value but not equal character. The differentiated experiences are: 1) FAST, and 2) slow-slower-slow happen periodically but inverted in<![CDATA[*cymbal crash preceded by two snare hits*]]>What the?! Jeeezus. but are inverted in opposite directions, and they each take about the same amount of time. So even though you and I know you are a sine wave, your experience in time is more square-like, the two “locations” Magnet 1 (crest) and Magnet 2 (trough) being the top and bottom of the square, each comparatively rapid movement the sides.
Would you truly know up and down as directions?
No, you would know two directions, and you could call them whatever you will I guess, especially since you could have any angular momentum, so yes, you would not know up and down, you would only know Way 1 and Way 2 which has the distinct property of being symmetrical but opposite.
Would you know distance?
You would definitely know distance in the span between your maximum in one direction and your minimum in the other. You would be reasonably comfortable making the assertion that there was more distance (at least in Ways 1 & 2) than you were capable of experiencing.</html></visualization<visualization id=”2"><html>
But instead, experience a wave periodically, and imagine that your leg was capable of internally vibrating due to a pinched nerve or some other neurological affliction that was unable to be detected. Imagine that it arrives and departs continuously, a periodic undulation of waveforms vibrations, a scalar experience of waves, essentially waves of waves. Not one after the other, but containing one another. So the sensation of the vibrations is stronger when some wavefunction is at its trough, and they are abated at the crest. Or the obverse, it really doesn’t matter.
Or it could be pain that swells. Pain is just a nervous vibration so quick at such high amplitude that it zaps the entire amygdala, and you burst out in wail to make it stop! Even before language, the yelp of agony. The extended bellow of suffering. The long wail of dismay.
It comes, it goes. It’s there, it’s not. It’s one, it’s zero. On, off. Tick, Tock.
And reverse.</html></visualization><visualization id=”3"><html deleted=”true” message=”graphic content” /></visualization></visualizations></wavelength></ul></ux>
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