Poeticly.
If our consciousness is blank in the start. Arn't we all the same in the begining - arn't we all a part of the same thing? Aren't we all going back "there", fast or slow as becoming more and more senile when aging?
Poeticly.
I think we all should adapt to the belief that we all are one. We should lift each other. See all as yourself. Have eternal belief on the better of mankind, teach other the same principle and it will be a better place.
Poeticly.
Our universe is repeated in patterns and structures, therefore a description of the universe can be done with less than itself, therefore future and past can be calculated. A great calculating machine will be. The machine is a net of smaller machines. Internet. Computers steadily increasing in capacity. The sum of all processors capacity is huge in will be more. What if someone would controll all computers suddenly - it can be done... Simulations of future will be. Simulations of past will be.
Poeticly.
Chaos - in the other and - what is that? Could it actually be static? No way... or what? If I can't grasp all details of things going on in the universe at one moment affecting everything and I accept cause and effect. Why could not everything be in a logical flow of events?
Poeticly.
But a machine can compress data.
Poeticly.
It is the minimal inbalance of all. Could flow of events in time actually be determined? Expontial effect. The evidence might be all around us - logic.
Poeticly.
The static chaos might be the finest state of everything. The smallest amount of data descibing everything. It is the formula - the formula of everything. And it might be found within soon. That formula is the creator of everything.
;-)... that's my god.
Poeticly.
Be proud of beeing a part of time. It will never stop and you are an eternal part of it. Forever.
fredag 5 mars 2010
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