Hey,
I've been listening to men and women now for about 10 minutes, internationally-speaking, and I've come to the conclusion, in my room, here in this city that nothing is going to happen for Mayan Cosmogenisis.
And, then, maybe, something will happen. Technology precedes us - we are, in our orbital ken, seers only as far as our technology permits us. Nothing is real until it is verified through our technology. Einstein's Theory of Relativity was a great work of the mind, of theory, that had to wait til after WWI, after verifying his predictions during a solar eclipse, before everyone knew he was right. Fascinating. Do you know, if you travelled at the speed of light, things would seem normal inside your space capsule, but you would actually be frozen, living with no time, so that at that speed you could travel indefinitely, forever, never dying,visiting corners of the universe, visiting anywhere, eventually.
Take a 3-D big, square block of cheese. Randomly carve out spherical Swiss-cheese-like lumps of various sizes from all over and inside the block (saying you could do this without destroying the block of cheese), and you'd have a model of pi- dimensional space. In other words, a fractal area, slightly more than 3 dimensions, but less than 4. What's the point? I think the Universe has 3.1459 etc. dimensions. I think there are three Euclidean dimensions - Length, Height and Depth - and one fractal dimension, Time. I've seen images of fractals, and I think what I've seen of models with between 3 and 4 dimensions, is that, it seems to me anyway, that things have a sense about them with the Swiss-cheese picture of the Universe. (Those spherical areas are, I think, little round regions where planets and their orbital girth exist. What about the cheese itself? -> The so-called "Dark Matter", taking up so much of the universe, but no one knowing what it actually is. I would say, yes, that Dark Matter is the cheese.) As I am the cheese.
Bad movie, that. "I am the Cheese". The script-writer worked for Disney. Not for long. Nibble here a nibble there. The meetings were killer - people getting hungry, mice getting roused - nothing for hours, but a large man made of cheese, willing his co-workers to look away and stop drooling over his holes.
Do you know, we, today, almost have enough technology to measure acutely small vibrations in materials to the degree that we can identify words that were said somewhere hundreds of years ago? Which is to say - our friend Cheese-boy - let's suppose he can't take the pressure of being Food to his co-workers, - - Cheese-boy is now leaving the boardroom, sweating and worried -- a subject for conjecture along the lines of wondering why he left EXACTLY-> what was said to him, who said it, etc Nowadays, or soon anyways, forensic scientists would be able to analyse the body of Cheese-boy, and detect in it vibrations left by human speech, and actually go further to the point of determining what actually was said, and by who (by dint of pitch and volume).
For instance, "Heil Mickey!?" spoken by the CEO of Disney, during a meeting. The surfaces of any solid object in this board room would vibrate, however microscopically, with the sound waves of that phrase travelling through the air and be left with a physical trace of that. We can read these things today because the instruments are that delicate. How long before they can map our thoughts out, across our lives, and charge us, fine-wise, everytime we have a negative thought/think things that are a little sinful or mildly criminal. Passive thought control. We'll be paying out of our noses. In the future, I'm afraid to say - it seems so anyway - that everything , including thought, will be Regulated...
...what I wouldn't give, at times, to be on a spaceship, heading out across the heavens at light speed heading on to where the Mayans live happily ever after...feeling One with the Universe...somewhere feeling one with the cheese...and so many passing planets...I am the Cheese!? I am Pi-Cheese!?!??!
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