To move on, we find now that sub atomic particles, according to the latest press release from LHC, are getting even smaller, and these seem too be the precursors to the Higgs Boson. Gravity has mass but, in between energy and the application of electromagnetism to make a particle of the contrivance to have the type of mass that is gravitational, there seem to be other particles that are eak in their construction.
It appears that these particles get weaker as they get smaller, back to the raw state of energy without mass.
This is great news. The more complicated this gets, the more it makes sense. The more elegant it becomes.
The point I was going to make in the previous post was that our existence is so rare and remote in probability- taking into account the element of reasoning that I apply to these words- that we enter into the possibility of being at or as close to as possible,
You and I are not here.
Its truly an illusion.
So, when you put your non existant head under non existant bus, you will in fact be lying on a nice beach in Brazil, waiting for your next fruity drink.
The fact that CHOICE is real, and not an illusion, means that the past. present and future is one and the same in a sure process.
How can an experiment be defined to decide once and for all if the future is already written, and the past is prone to the sublties of change in mismanagement?
The lottery seems to be good idea. It hasnt happened yet. The draw always produces its defined winning numbers, and sometimes someone wins, more than one person wins, or no one wins. No one today knows what the draw will result before time.
You can ask Schrodiger's cat, Roger, to make the draw instead of the computer.
If he was there, the draw would be made when you looked. If he wasnt there, the draw would be made when you looked.
Just giving the cat the draw to make would mean there would be a draw result.
When you looked.
The point is, that whatever happens, we are here and life and death are real as well as everything else.
Its not an illusion. I know that because I can remember not being here before I was born, is missing.
There is a lot of other stuff that is outside; but dont talk to me about reincarnation. The simple maths is not acceptable to anyone with a hoop and stick. Its much more of what I like to define carefully as
But what do I know?
Its probably very real, if you want it to be and all is perfect and super.
Dont ask me. I go round having long and complex conversations with trees. trees. and cats. and dogs.
I had a four day long debate about wet wipes with an elderberry bush some years back.
The issue is that in a spherical universe and we are somewhere inside of it,
where spacetime is spinning as well as expanding, in a rotation of universal porportion, (bent I think they call it),
The cat is or is not there, and we choose to look for it or not look for it, there or not there.
We are moving.
doing and not doing.
Given that there are 7 billion people here already, I dont think any inspector would be carefully checking each one of us at a time, to see if we were looking or not looking for the cat today.
The lottery has only one winning number.
All the others dont seem quite the occasion.
On digit off here and there... just one digit.
is the same and all of the losing numbers not being right.
The issue is
We are the winning number in our own lottery.
The certainty is overwhelming.
In a circle of probability.
Next to zero.
You could not have said that 10 million years ago.
or last week.
The Descartes reasoning, of being here when you are.
So, you get to choose if you want to look in the box for the cat sometime.
There is only one is.
And a very large number of is nots.
The lottery winning number.
There is always one winning number, even if no one has it on the day.
who makes the lottery for us? The cat?
When it comes to the moment,
with choice and reasoning at the fore
we remove the genetic element
as we are here now
and it is us who define our choices
who define our own lotteries.
This makes it a racing certainty after passing the post.
after the event.
winning the invisible race.
what else could it mean?
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