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by Ernst Von Beck Recently, I tried to read about a complex new theory of physics. Deep stuff. Hard to get a grasp on. To me, reading it out loud, it begin to sound like . . . poetry? For example, read this sentence out loud: Reality is a projection of a higher dimensional crystal projected to a lower dimension via an irrational angle. See what I mean? Or this: We've unconsciously mapped our supposed reality so that our "known" physical realities (such as gravity) have been quantized. Let's keep going: Quantum mechanics (or even subquantum mechanics) can be explained as an aspect of our own personal methods of cognitive organization. Unification models (such as the standard model) supposedly show gauge symmetry relationships between all the fundamental particles and universal forces, but they do not explain the unification of observed values. As a result, any attempt to calculate exact expressions of fundamental constants become hypothetical. Are you feeling the rhythm of it? The poetry of it? Try reading the following sentences out loud: Using the language and mathematics of quasicrystals, an aperiodic (but not random) pattern, we can create any given dimension by projecting a crystalline pattern from a higher dimension to a lower one, and in this way, we can create a three-dimensional cubic lattice that would expand infinitely in all directions. Thus, reality begins to behave geometrically, and all the fundamental particles and forces (including gravity) transform into one another as if they were the vertices of a multidimensional polytope of a crystal. I rest my case: physics is poetry. Copyright 2018. All rights reserved.
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