Triple Z

Morpheus_zzz Posted:

Sleep.

It’s a problem for me.

This is not like normal drowsiness, it’s not a sirens call beckoning one to a soft and fluffy land a favorite destination we are all too eager to return too. It’s not the kind of sleep that oozes up from your brain like quicksand. Dragging you blissfully away.

I still get that, but this new kind of sleep is brutal, forceful, unrelenting… Cold. I can only think to describe it as an attack.

It starts small, barely a hug hardly noticeable, but it keeps coming, wave after wave, each one getting stronger.

A-inky black darkness wraps itself around my brain and begins to squeeze like a python.

Time slows down, the world collapses to this singular moment. A life or death battle against a mighty giant of a foe. The darkness closes around me as I struggle to resist pushing me ever closer to sleep.

Sometimes I have the strength to survive the attack. The monster gets tired of pounding me and goes away. It is physically exhausting to resist it wears me out and saps my strength.

If I don’t fight, or I lose, I fall asleep… It’s embarrassing, and it never seems to happen at a good time.

Lately, there have been these dreams… Strangely real dreams.

I don’t know how to describe them. Like I’m obviously doing stuff that isn’t real. Like flying, but everything thing looks and feels real, smells real. Is that crazy?

I don’t know what to think.

Comments:

Shavacado_in_chains: You want to know if that sounds crazy? I’ll tell you. Yes! That is some crazy a** sh*t right there! Just another snowflake crying for attention. “I can’t sleep boo hoo…” NOBODY GETS GOOD SLEEP! Take some F*cking Ambien and get a job loser!

– Thetostoftexas: Dude! Did you not read the post? He’s having trouble staying awake, not falling asleep.

– Shavacado_in_chains: Does not matter they got meds for that too. He probably stays up late playing Pokemon or some sh*t.

-Read 97 more comments?

“Ugh…” said Shadow Somnus. “Why is this site so toxic?” This social media site was going downhill, once it was popular amongst some of the internets smartest people, but now they’ve moved on to greener pastures. Still, Shadow hoped beyond hope that maybe someone here might have something. Something tangible. An answer, or an idea, he was desperate for answers, but he would settle for one person who would confirm for him that he wasn’t crazy. That this plight was not some weird bubble of his imagination, and he was just making it all up.  He kept scrolling.

Most of the internet doctors were coming up with the same diagnosis. Narcolepsy. Sure that made sense but was it didn’t seem that cut and dry.

Abettermoustrap: What does your doctor say?

That was a fair question. Maybe this person had some idea of what they were talking about. They just posted, so he wrote back.

-Morpheus_zzz: The doctors don’t know, they want to start me on a C-Pap. I just got tested for sleep apnea, and they want to see how that goes.

-Abettermoustrap: That sounds about right, the state of sleep science is in its infancy, so the strategy is often to throw stuff at you and see what sticks. Any insomnia?

-Morpheus_zzz: Sometimes, I’ve never had good sleeping habits. Do you have any ideas?

-Abettermoustrap: Nothing so grandiose, I’m just in the field so to speak, and this is an interesting case. Can you do me a favor?

-Morpheus_zzz: Sure.

-Abettermoustrap: The next time you have one of these dreams can you write it down for me?

-I’m_Just_Saiyan: What about us?! I want to know about these dreams too! Don’t hold out on the community man.

-Morpheus_zzz: I’ll post it as an update. That okay?

-Abettermoustrap: Works for me. I’ll subscribe so I know when you posted.

Well, that was something. Shadow didn’t know why it was so important that he get some kind of validation for his unusual illness. It wasn’t like this was new to him, being disabled. He had been that way since he was a baby. He was born in a refugee camp and the pore conditions resulted in an infection in his lower spine. The cleared it up, but not before it nerve damage set in and he lost the use of his legs.

They were located in Justice City, his mother got IT training and a position at a large tech firm. His father was a teacher and after leaning enough English he returned to that profession. They didn’t believe in treating Shadow differently, they made time for him and they helped him, but they wanted him to be independent.

That was the problem, he never expected to get worse. He couldn’t use his legs but everything else was working. Suddenly he was losing something, and that was unnerving him. Worse it was interfering with his job. He hadn’t worked in over a year. Money wasn’t a problem. He had plenty to keep him going, but he needed his work.

It’s what kept him sain. He made apps. Just stupid games, but it kept his mind occupied. But this sleep thing was interfering. He had to be in the zone to get stuff done, and the sleep attacks kept him from doing that, he had good days, but he never knew when they would come. Worse sometimes he was too busy on the good days to work. He felt like he was wasting them.  He was just miserable.

The phone rang. He recognized the song. Re: Your Brains by Jonathan Coltin. His chair had a convenient pouch on the side for his phone he pulled it out.

“Hello,” he said Flatly.

“Get your Greek-Arabic ass downstairs right now!” demanded his closest and oldest friend. Tess.

“I’m sorry Tess, I can’t go out tonight. My chair is at twenty percent power.”

“I built that chair!” said Tess. “I know you’re lying.”

“I don’t know what you’re seeing on your end but…” Shadow was answering when his chair began to move. “Are you hacking my chair?”

“It’s called a back door. I don’t have to ‘hack’ anything.” Said Tess.

“This is kidnapping,” Shadow said as his chair moved him to the exit. In a panic, Shadow began to lie. “I’m not even dressed if you do this my balls are going to be on display all night long.”

“Kinky!” cried, Tess. “I can’t wait to see.”

“I’ll tell everyone we meet your birthname!” Said shadow as his chair entered his elevator.

“You wouldn’t dare!” cried Tess.

“Try me!” Shadow bluffed as the elevator lurched into motion. “Dammit, Tess!”

The elevator reached the ground floor and the doors opened. A tall black woman was standing on the other side. She was dressed to the nines. A sleek dress with sequins. It shimmered as she moved. “I’m sorry for brutishly kidnaping you, but I just had a major breakthrough, and I want to celebrate.” Tess was an inventor and owned the premier tech company in Justice City. Faraday Tech.  Shadows mother was the current C.E.O. She couldn’t stay in IT forever.

“Okay, what crazy thing are you building for mom now?” asked Shadow.

“Not yet!” said Tess. “These things must be done properly. First, we drink!” Tess’s limo pulled up. And we were off. Tess looking like a million bucks, and me like a shabby hobo in an electric wheelchair. I was unshaven, my hair was long and messy and I was overdue for a shower. I was wearing dirty jeans and a T-shirt.

Tess was crazy but she always knew what she was doing. She had a privet room at the club scheduled. It was just the two of us. “What is the point of dragging me out if we are going to stay in here?” I inquired.

“The music and the booze of course. You know I don’t like to mingle.” Tess replied. “You want to dance with me?”

“I thought we were friends,” Shadow said.

“Friends can dance.” She said stepping onto the floor.

Shadow rolled his chair out. He pressed a button, and the chair went from sitting to standing. The chair had a dance algorithm that detected others on the floor and moved Shadow rhythmically to the music. One of Tess’s special features. Shadow did little more than move his arms a bit, but it worked.

“You seem so different,” Shadow noted. “What happen to you?”

“You remember how we met?” asked Tess.

“Of course I do.” Said Shadow. “It was just after nine eleven those kids in school, they decided they didn’t like my face or my chair.”

“One of them was my brother,” Said Tess. “You don’t have to leave that part out.”

“You stood up for me.” Said Shadow. “I never forgot that.”

“I took a pounding.” Said Tess. “Eddie was just so big and so strong.”

“Why do you bring up that old nonsense?” asked Shadow.

“I think I found my true calling!” Said Tess excitedly.

“You mean other than inventer?” asked Shadow. “You’ve always been an inventer like your father.”

“Yes!” said Tess, positively giddy. “And know I know exactly how to use it!”

“You’re scaring me, Tess,” said Shadow. “Tell me what is this thing you’ve made.”

“I have to show you!” said Tess excitedly. “Let’s go.” They were in the limo and on the way to Tess’s lab. Shadow was really confused. Tess was always a free spirit, but tonight she seemed more off her hinges than normal. Shadow wanted to chalk it up to post-invention euphoria, but he was worried. On the way over he began to feel a familiar problem. Darkness was forcing its way into his mind. Tess was too excited to notice, but he was not having an easy time staying awake.

The rolled up to the lab, He followed her inside. This was just not fair, he wanted to be there for his friend and he was bearly aware of what she was saying.

“Are you ready?” She asked. Standing in front of a tarp. Did inventors just keep them around for things like this?

“Yes.” Said Shadow fighting the sleep attack with all his might. If he could stay awake for the reveal. Maybe that would be enough. Tess pulled the sheet but all went black, it was too late. Darkness came. He awoke. (If that could be accurate.) He was flying over the city. The sent of a fresh rain was on the air. When did it rain? The city seemed tranquil but busy. This was not the first time Shadow had a birds-eye view of the city, but it was so quiet outside of a helicopter.

A scream broke the tranquility, Shadow was drawn to it. He immediately was drawn to it. Simply willing himself towards the sound sent him rocketing off in that direction. It wasn’t long before he found the source of the scream, a strangely dressed man was jumping across the rooftops caring a woman in his arms. The man was wearing some kind of body armor, not military more like a superhero. He even had some kind of robotic hand. He set her down on the ground.

Shadow didn’t move in not at first he just kept watching. “This is bad,” He kept saying. “I need to get back. Back to what? I can’t remember!”

The woman had nowhere to go she cowered in a corner. “Help me!” she screamed.

“Lady!” Said the agitated man. “I’m having a really hard time right now. I have to think, I don’t want to hurt you, but if you scream like that again…” His robot hand morphed into a gun. “I’ll fucking kill you! Understand.”

That was it, Shadow had to do something, he moved in and said. “Excuse me.”

Started by Shadows voice the man who looked more like a shabby hobo than Shadow ever did. The man turned and blasted Shadow in the face without question. The energy weapon. Bounced off of Shadow without a scratch. The sight of Shadow filled the man with terror. He removed his goggles revealing eyes that shown brightly in the dark, with a neon green glow. “Braineater!” He cried.

“Me?” Asked Shadow.

“Braineater!” Cried the man. “Leave me alone! I don’t want my brain eaten!”

“I’m not going to eat your brain!” said Shadow.

The man yelped and he began running away leaving his hostage? “Braineater! Braineater! Hide in the deep! The Dark will save us!” He kept crying.

Shadow turned to the hostage, who was hiding her face. “You okay?” he asked. She looked at him and began screaming again. “No no no! Lady, I’m a good guy! I’m…”

“Help me!” she cried.

“Get away from her!” cried a booming female voice.

Shadow turned around to see a genuine superhero. This was Justice City, superheroes were a dime a dozen. This one was new. A woman clad in a metal suit. It crackled with electricity. She hovered above the ground just like him. “Who are you?” he asked.

“I am Tess…” Said the female Superhero. “la! Tesla! Tesla coil. Get away from her or feel my electric Vengeance.”

“Electric vengeance?” Asked Shadow. “Are you knew at this?”

“Why?” Asked Tesla Coil. “is it obvious?”

“No,” said Shadow. “Not at all.”

“Great, can we do this?” Asked Tesla.

“Sure,” said Shadow. “But I have to tell you…” Tesla’s fist rammed into his face and he went flying. He landed on the street he felt that. It didn’t hurt, more like someone touching his face. He could feel the solid surface of the ground give ways as he skidded to a stop.

“Face me you faceless brain-eating freak!” Cried Tesla as she landed in front of him.

“Faceless?” asked Shadow confused. He then caught his reflection in the glass of a storefront. He turned suddenly his arm bumping into Tesla, she flew back as if struck by a truck. She crashed into the building behind her.

He ignored it and went to the glass, his face was completely gone replaced by white marble? Stone? He looked at his body for the first time, it was just a sexless white statue. As if reacting to his thoughts it began to change. His body his clothes his face seemed to be molded by the material. “What is happening?” he cried.

“Shadow?” Asked Tesla He spun to see her crawling out of the rubble. Even with the distortion, he could hear her voice.

“Tess?” he asked.

Shadow panicked.  Instinctively he flew into the air like a rocket. He had to get away from her. Tess followed. Launching lightning bolts after him. The crack of the thunder shook through his body.  He was not going to fight his friend how did he even get into this mess? A dream! That’s right. He was dreaming. “Wake up!” He commanded to no avail.

Tesla scored a strike. The lighting racked his body and for the first time, he felt pain. That’s when he got the idea. He stopped. Tess never gave up, and she never stopped trying. “You’ll never stop me!” he proclaimed. If he was going to be the villain in this dream he was going to do it right.

“Wana bet!” She didn’t even slow down. Her fist was clenched with rage and electricity was jumping everywhere. If anything was going wake him up it was going to be this. He sat calmly as she flew closer, he knew it was a dream, nothing to be scared of. Right? Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. He winced as her fist came closer. Ka-Pow!

Electricity flowed through his mind he couldn’t think. It hurt like hell! But he was right, that punch woke him up. He was sitting alone in Tess’s lab. Was she mad? Did she think he didn’t care? He felt like a heal, no wonder he was dreaming about her kicking his ass. He deserved it. He left the lab, and the limo driver was waiting. “I have instructions to take you home.” said the limo driver.

Shadow went home all the while his heart was burning a hole in his chest. He may have lost his oldest and only friend.  Now this sleep thing had truly taken everything from him.

No one gets a free pass like Gaston…

Recently I came across a College Humor post that irritates me a bit. Perhaps you’ve seen it it’s probably been around a while.

There has been a trend that has existed where internet writers try to score literary points by attempting to make movie bad guys into heroes. More often than not these flimsy attempts at showing the villains perspective hinge on paper thing justification for their actions. Jafar, for example, I’ve read some articles attributing his actions in the movie to that fact that Jasmin states that the only good thing about being forced to marry is it will give her the power to get rid of Jafar. Naturally, this makes Jafars motivation from this point on self-preservation.

Nevermind the years before that he spent hypnotizing the Sulton and using Agraba as his personal playground while he searches for the lamp so he can depose the Sulton as the ruler of Agraba. You really think he only used his magic Hypno-staff once?

We live in a morally ambiguous world. Often times there are two sides to the story. The line between morality and fascism is much thinner than you think. Once you become confident that you can cure all the worlds ills, you basically become one of the ills of the world. That is to say, I feel like I’m a moral person. I feel my approach to many of the common problems of society are pretty good. However, the moment I try to force everyone to live by my rules, no matter how good, takes away their free will. Objectively this would make me evil.

A good example of this is a Disney villain whom did not show up on this chart. Shere Khan. Why didn’t he show up on this list? I suspect for the reason he belongs on this list because he’s a fully fleshed out character with motives and a backstory. Khan has had bad experiences with humans, he believes them to be disruptive to the balance of the jungle, and he believes the presence of the man-cub Mowgli will bring more humans to the jungle. In his mind, by killing Mowgli he is protecting his Jungle from a very real threat. His perspective may be flawed but it is a viable argument. You know who made the list? Kaa, the snake who was looking for a snack and used the tools he had available to get it. (Or not, he was ultimately foiled.) Snake lives matter people!

Why don’t see moral ambiguity in other Disney villains? Because it’s not there. They are meant to be the one-dimensional character who want simple things like power, or profit, or glory. These stories are meant for children after all. They are meant to teach children simple ideas that are almost universally accepted as good. Aladdin teaches us to believe in ourselves, cinderella teachers to hope, the emperor’s new grove teaches empathy and kindness. Mostly the villains are there to provide a hardship so the protagonist can have a transformative experience.

Let’s get to the heart of the matter why Gaston does not deserve a free pass for his actions. He is not a misunderstood character. There is no justification for his actions in the movie and he should not be seen as anything less than a villain.

While Gaston may be the poster child for toxic masculinity, it’s not his love of “manly” things that makes him evil. Before you start calling me an SJW, please understand I consider the idea of toxic masculinity the idea that there is only one way to be a man. That if you don’t have big muscles and a hairy body you are a fail-male, as is suggested in gastons famous song. Conversely enjoying things like sports, hunting, and fishing while being disinterested in reading do not make you a womanizing neanderthal.

So what does make Gaston such a bad person? Let’s consider his four biggest acts as a villain.  Nuber one The “Proposal.” Why is this bad? Ask any woman whos been treated like this by an overbearing creep. He doesn’t ask Bell to marry him, he informs her of their impending nuptials. Note the way he continues to track Bell through the room as he doesn’t give her space, he tries to corner her more than once. These are the actions of a bully. The entire time he oblivious to Bell’s discomfort. When he says “Say you will marry me.” This is not a request, its a demand. Bell has no option to say no, to the proposal or the kiss he’s about to give her before she tricks him out the door. This is all controlling abusive behavior, and while in the movie it’s treated comically, people who have experienced this in real life are often traumatized and may even suffer PTSD.

Number two. Bribing an official to have an old man institutionalized.  Was it out of concern for the well being of the town? Maybe he was worried about Bell’s father, he was obviously a danger to himself. No this was straight up a play to force Bell to marry him. He didn’t give a damn about Maurice, if he hadn’t been Bell’s father Gaston would have been more than content to publicly mock him, and laugh in his face. This is straight up evil.

Number there. Forced marriage. Whether you are a man or a woman the moment marriage is no longer a choice, whether it is a shotgun in the back or blackmail, it is slavery. Forcing a person to provide for a spouse they didn’t choose, or clean a house they didn’t want to be in is wrong. And do we honestly believe this asshole is going to start respecting Bell’s agency when it comes time to making those strapping young boy’s Gaston was talking about? So Bell will be forced to cook and clean for the rest of her life and can look forward to being raped on the regular.

Number four. Attempted murder. (Technically it’s attempted genocide, seeing how Beast is the only one of his kind but we’ll ignore that.) Really there is no gray area here, Gaston at best wants to kill “The Beast” because he’s different. He has no clear evidence that Beast is a monster, he just assumes because of his appearance. But even this crappy reason is too noble for Gaston. (Seriously he mocks beast for being too kind and gentle.) No, his reason for bringing an angry mob to the door of Beast is that Bell loves Beast and he straight up wants to punish Bell for rejecting him. His final act was stabbing Best in the back just moments after begging for his life.

Why does this guy get to be the funny and misunderstood villain? Love? Hell no! Love doesn’t justify his actions. Just because you love someone does not give you the right to control and abuse someone, or commit their fathers, or force them to marry you, or murder their crush. These actions are inexcusably evil. But love is not Gaston’s reason, wherein the movie did he utter the word love in conjunction with Bell? Where was the sob or lament over his bruised feelings? Bell was the prettiest girl in town, and Gaston deserved to mary the best. She was an object a trophy to complete his collection, and he was going to possess her no matter what. Gaston’s defining motivation was vanity.

My theory is that this kind of toxic trash is so prevalent in our society we’ve become blind to it. It has become such an everyday occurrence we just accept it as normal behavior. But it’s not nor should it be.

Now at the start of this, I tried to make a distinction between Gaston and other “Manly Men.” If Gaston’s proposal to Bell happen in The Double Deuce bar (Roadhouse) I would like to think Patrick Swazy would have drop kicked his ass. Perhaps ripped his throat out. There are innumerous examples of tough guy’s, manly men, badass’s and hardass’s not only respecting women’s right to say no, but fighting for it. Both in marriage and in sex. Simply put as a rule there are a few things that are universally considered evil. Gaston does those inherently evil things.

Now let’s clear some stuff up.

Beast was worse. How dose that excuses Gaston? Seriously, just because two sausages get into a tiff over a girl does not inherently make one of them the hero. I consider Beast the second villain of the movie. While it’s arguable which of the two is the greater villain both of them are responsible for their share of evil.  The difference between Beast and Gaston is that Beast undergoes a transformative experience and has a chance to redeem himself in the final act. This is because the simple moral we are trying to teach children is not to judge based on appearances. Bell is beautiful, but this does not stop her from being intelligent. Gaston looks heroic, but he’s actually a villain. Beast looks like a monster, but that doesn’t stop him from feeling love, and eventually empathy.  IF any Disney villain needs to be on the misunderstood side of this chart it’s Beast.

Who is the hero? This should be obvious. Bell is the BDH. All the truly heroic acts are committed by Bell. She nobly and willingly sacrifices her freedom for her father. She resists the technical demands of Beast. She tries to escape her imprisonment. She expresses empathy for her captor and treats his wounds. She sees the spark of kindness in Beast and helps him to change. (effectively saving his soul) and finally, she saves Beast’s life and saves him and his entire kingdom with a singular act of love, and all of it without to my memory raising a hand in anger. She rocked the hero thing. Yes, Beast saves her life but was he saving her or protecting her property? More would he have to save her if he hadn’t imprisoned her, to begin with?

This was not the perfect movie. I have many problems with it. It promonts the idea that if you love an abuser enough they will change. It also undermines the basic premise of don’t judge by appearances by having beast become a pretty human at the end. Bell straight up judges everyone in the town in the opening song of the movie. But not Stockholm Syndrome. Stockholm Syndrome is bullshit. Not only is it a crap theory made up by a government that wanted to villainize “terrorist” by undermining any redeeming qualities they might have had. (Not saying they were good people, but they did show some basic human decency during the incident that gave Stalkholm Syndrome its name.) It is simply the worst kind of victim blaming. Not only blaming the victim for being in the abusive relationship but also taking away any agency the victim might have had by saying they were made crazy by the abuse.

Maybe we don’t know the whole story. Maybe there are reasons Gaston acted the way he did. It is possible to look beyond these one dimensional portrays, the movie Maleficent does just that. Perhaps Gaston was abused by his overly masculine father. Maybe Gaston and Bell were friends once, and he really spent his entire life trying to make himself into the perfect husband for her. Perhaps even he was given that idea from Bell, her casually mentioning she wanted to marry prince charming someday. That his bosting and manly posturing was all some sort of misguided attempt to become Bell’s dream guy. Sure, and when he became this perfect specimen and she rejected him. Then he went a little bit crazy, and before he knew it things had gotten out of hand.

Perhaps instead of falling to his death, he is met by the same enchantress that transformed Beast, and she transforms him like she did Aaron. He is offered his own transformative experience, and he learns that love is not about possession, but rather about giving. Or whatever I’m snowballing here.

My problem with that is it really doesn’t excuse his behavior at all, much as the things that were done to Maleficent excuse her behavior. We only get a chance to see the character in a more sympathetic light, but this doesn’t make the bad stuff any less bad.

We are not responsible for the damage that is done to us, but we are definitely responsible for the damage we do to other. I include myself in this boat. I was abused as a child. Before I got my head straight I made some women feel really uncomfortable. It’s inexcusable that I did that, and maybe you could argue I was suffering from my abuse, but that didn’t make my actions any less traumatic for the women I acted out against. I have to live with that. It would be really important to show that kind of regret for Gaston if we were to give him the Maleficent treatment.

Okay bringing it home. Gaston is not misunderstood, he’s not given the chance to be misunderstood. And we as a society should recognize his behavior, and motives as “evil.” Because if we stop giving Gaston a free pass, we can stop giving real-life abusers a pass too. How many times have we heard stories of rape or abuse that had little caveats like “but he’s so good at sports” or “he loves her” or “she doesn’t know any better.” Look I know I’m swimming upriver on this. I just feel it needs to be said.

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The diffrance between infinity and forever.

So before we get started, here are some techniques I use to get pesky songs out of my head.

Technique number one: Song mutation, if a song gets stuck in my head I like to change the words till it’s a different song. Basically, I’m writing parodies like Weir Al Yankavich. They don’t have to be clever or great, just change the lyrics a little so they don’t keep playing in your head over and over. The new song becomes the anti-song and they cancel each other out.

Some examples:

On the road again. ——> On the commode again.

In your head
In your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie, ei, ei
What’s in your head?
In your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie ei, ei, ei, oh do do do do do do do do

In your head
In your head
This song gets stuck in,
stuck in your head!
In your head
This song gets stuck in, in your head do do do do do do do do

Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
I’ve been feeling it since 1966, now
Might’ve had your fill, but you feel it still

Ooh woo, I’m a sith lord just for kicks, now
killed the Jedi with order 66, now
They’re all dead now but I hate them still…

The second method involves a safe song. A song you can listen to so that you do not normally get stuck in your head. Mine is Witch Doctor by David Seville.

When I get a song really stuck in my head I use the lyrics of Witch Doctor to push it out of my mind. Then I can easily let go of the of the Witch Docter lyrics.

I could go on and on but I figure that that’s enough of that for now. So what is infinity? What is forever? And how are these two concepts similar but distinct? I’m glad you asked! I’ve been working on an explanation for just that.

I’ve been writing about infinity a lot. Mostly because I’ve been thinking about infinity a lot. I’ve determined that infinity is not a number. That infinity is a set that contains every possible number, and every instance of every possible number, and all non-istances of every possible number. So infinity contains one, yes of course it does, but there are infinite numbers of ones in infinity. There are also an infinite number of two’s, and so forth. And for every instance of those numbers from one to infinity, there is an infinite number of zeros. Or rather places where that number is not.

Confused? Think of it this way. When we consider the humble hydrogen atom the simplest and most abundant in the universe. Almost all mater in the universe is hydrogen with a small amount reserved for other elements, and materials, but for every hydrogen atom that exists there is much more space where hydrogen atom’s don’t exist.

Now let’s follow the logic, if there is indeed an infinite amount of stuff in the universe then there are an infinite amount of hydrogen atoms in the infinite plane. Hence if we consider hydrogen the quintessential number one. Every hydrogen atom is an instance of one. If we apply this then to the entire periodic table we see that every element is infinite.

But here is where out element analogy breaks down or does it? There can’t be an infinite number of elements. Simply put the more electrons and neutrons an element has the more unstable it becomes. There will never be an infinite element. Or so it is my understanding.

But the system is not broken, it’s in the details and as I stated every possible number. If a number isn’t possible it’s not part of the set, even if that number is short of infinity.

So then what is forever? Forever is a group of numbers that have a rate of change and will continue to grow/shrink at said rate until the rate changes. Realy we could dub this group of numbers the Forever Continuum, but it’s more important that we recognize the group as a whole.

Like many people, I was indoctrinated into the concept of forever/infinity by A simple math algorithm. Think of the largest number you can think of and add one, and then add one to the new number, and so on. Effectively our rate of change should be 1/every time we add 1. A strange unit of measurement to be sure, but theoretically, I could add one a thousand times in a day, wait fifty years and then add one again. The intervals of time are irregular and the system only changes when I or you make the choice to change it.

This is a dynamic example of forever. One where the rate can fluctuate. Ethier time or the amount of change can be adjusted.

A static example would be light. Photons birthed by the conversion of energy into heat travel outwards into space at a constant amount of distance over a set amount of time. Change the time, change the distance traveled, and vise versa. You can alter the path of the light and make it seem like it’s slowing but in reality, it still moving at the same rate.

We know lite is not infinite because it dose not exist at every point in it’s trajectory only in at the place the partial of light is traveling. If space were to be completely empty save for one light partial it would be a journey without end. Traveling along its lonely path unwavering, it is the very definition of forever. Each moment of its resistance it adds a little more to the distance it has traveled. This distance is a ever growing number getting bigger and bigger. At a rate we can hardly conceive. It stretches to infinity but it will never reach it.

Yes lite will travel forever, until something changes. It gets sucked into a black hole, it reaches the edge of the universe, the universe simply runs out of time.

In short infinity is the destination, forever is the journey that will never get there.

Comming up for air.

I just wanted to communicate with anyone who might be a fan. I’m having a rough time. I’ve finally got the doctor to set me up for a sleep study, but the sleep study place did not want to do it, because it wasn’t requested from a sleep specialist. Finally, after a lot of back and forth, I got everyone on the same page and I’m scheduled to meet with a sleep specialist.

It’s been a long spell of sleep problems, and I’ve been a little depressed with how hard getting any work done. I’ve been trying to see a way forward but I don’t. I’m not giving up though.

I’m not really apologizing. I’m just giving an update. If you like my page, hang in there. I’m still typing. When the smoke settles and I know what the problem is. I’ll try to be more consistent. I hope to have something for you soon. If you have any request you can email me at mjp6btw@yahoo.com

Mathmatical proof that God Exists. (sort of)

Okay, I have your attention. Admittedly I’ve taken on quite a task, proving god exists, but I think I’ve found a mathematical way to do it. Keep in mind I have no intent to prove god exists. I couldn’t be less interested in the question.

But in my own weird way, I’ve stumbled on a mathematical proof that in one light proves the existence of god from a certain perspective.

I’ve been working a lot with infinity, and consequently nothing. The basis of my work is I’m trying to understand how Infinity interacts with reality. You can view some of my work here and here. In Summation, I’m working on the hypothesis that our universe is not infinite. Instead, it exists in an infinite dimension I’m calling the binary universe.

The binary universe consists of at least three infinite dimensions. My hypothesis is that it is the medium in which our universe exists, in fact, it is the medium in which an infinite number of universes exist. Note this is not the same as parallel universes. I mean to say that in any given direction there is another universe separate from ours separated by an infinite amount of distance. That is of course if you define the universe as what was created by the “big bang.”  Or whatever you might imagine created the universe.

Infinite, that’s a word I say and write a lot. I’ve recently changed my thinking about what infinity is I’ve been trying to connect the mathematical concept of infinity with the behavior of the universe. It’s been bothering me you see, how can the universe be infinite if it’s growing? How can the universe be described as having an infinite amount energy a moment before the big bang then exist in a state that is not infinite the next?  Where did the infinity go? If the universe expanded to infinity when did it cross the threshold?

Maybe these answers are already out there but most of the avenues to find them are blocked to me. If by nothing else my refusal to pursue them. So I’m left to ponder these things for myself.

Infinity is not a number. It is a set containing every possible number.  If your universe is one-dimensional infinity is a dot, if it’s two dimensional it’s a line, and so on. If you have more that one instance of a number infinity contains all of them. Infinity also contains all the numbers that are not there. It’s a little difficult to get your mind around but bear with me.

Just as darkness is the absence of light, noting is the absence of existence, and just as darkness can inherit some of the properties of light, so to can nothing inherent some of the properties of existence. Consider a light cast upon a wall. Now imagine a person standing in front of that light to cast a shadow on that wall. Darkness has no shape no size, but because it can only exist where the light is not it inherits its shape from the person who cast it.  Now imagine more people come in into the room. Each casting their own shadow. It’s the same darkness even separated by light. Its only changed in size because there are more things blocking the light, but it’s essentially the same. Now count the shadows.

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Suddenly we can give a value to the darkness. A property that logically the darkness should not have. If we extend this outwards and make the wall as big as the planet and include every person on earth the darkness for just one light can number in the billions.

The same is true for existence for every instance of existence, there is an infinite number of places where that thing that is existing is not. Because we can count the instances of existence we can infer a value to the instances of non-existence.

This leads me to the Reson I call the infinite universe the binary universe because there are only two things in the universe that matter. Existence (1) and Nothing (0)

So where does god come in? Well, that’s hard to say? Mostly because we lack a universal definition of what god is. Mostly because god is a concept, and concepts are defined by the mind of the person who is perceiving them.

But let’s not let the fact that something is undefinable slow us down. The simple ambiguity of description is not an impediment for an adventurous mind! You may define god however you want. There are only two possibility’s you will either define god in such a way that it completely removes god from the mathematical system or your definition will leave just enough room to guarantee god’s existence.

Here is how I go about it. The crazy man that I am. In most creation myths god is defined as the creator of the universe. So let’s set that as the bar. A being of such technological and scientific sophistication that they can create a universe. I don’t know if this is possible, but considering we are here, I’m going out on a limb to say that it is. I also imagine if they have that kind of sophistication that they would almost assuredly be godlike in other aspects.

The biggest obstacle to most godlike things is energy. If you can create a universe you’ve probably got that solved for the most part, and that makes so many things available to you at your god table.

You may, of course, argue this description, but keep in mind you are merely arguing the description and not the numbers for the existence of these godlike beings.

One of the many crazy aspects of infinity I’ve discovered is that is can exist between any two points is a two-dimensional universe and any six points in a three-dimensional universe. Since there is no standard distance between points this means that two instances of infinity can be wildly different in their volume and still be mathematically equal, and as we saw in the example of the shadows there is no reason for infinity to be continuously connected. This means there could be an infinite amount of something, just not in the same place.

This leads me to the concept of infinitesimal pairs. This is an exciting set of numbers. Given that two things in the universe can both be infinite and not be equal creates a unique and interesting relationship.

Simply put. If  ∞(a+b) so that a>b  The resulting infinity will be 99.999r % a, and 0.000r % b. So let’s say a=2 and b=1  if we mutiply them by difrent nubers we see that two will asways be twice as big as one.

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2 * 1 = 2————-1 * 1 = 1

2 * 2 = 4 ————1 * 2 = 2

2 * 10 = 20———1 * 10 =10

But the mathmatical distance between them gets wider.

2 * 1 = 2————-1 * 1 = 1 difrence 1

2 * 2 = 4 ————1 * 2 = 2 difrence 2

2 * 10 = 20———1 * 10 =10 difrence 10

The greatest distance between two numbers is a infitesimal relationship. Where one is infinite and the other is infintesamaly smaler.

This works with any two numbers so long as one is bigger than the other.

Since if I’m right and infinity’s don’t have to be equal in volume only in content this makes things very simple for us. There is more nothing in the binary universe than existence. Making the binary universe 99.999r% nothing and 0.000r% existence.

Of that 0.000r% existence, there is 99.999r% entropy and 0.000r% energy.

That energy (which is still infinite) is responsible for the creation of universes. Entropy being the force that causes them to slowly die.

In a small percentage of those universes, civilizations rise up to become godlike and because when you become godlike the only thing left to do is watch home movies, and since it’s likely you can’t go back in time, you create a new universe to study. Meaning that at least some of the universes in existence are created.

This makes the binary universe 99.999r%, not god, and 0.000r% god.

I don’t care how many dice you throw in an infinite system at least sometimes they will all come up all sixes. So long as your standard for god is possible it is probable.

This is, of course, coming from an atheist. 🙂