"The mind is a compact, multiply connected thought mass with internal connections of the most intimate kind. It grows continuously as new thought masses enter it, and this is the means by which it continues to develop."

Bernhard Riemann On Psychology and Metaphysics ca. 1860

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Sunday, February 24, 2019

The Lawful Composition of the Universe

Day in and day out we hear it being professed that entropic randomness is the underlying physical reality of all that exists. And indeed, if one were to marshal evidence to the contrary to a peer reviewed scientific publication it would be rejected. A variation of this theme is so called chaos theory whereby there is an "emergent" order somehow spontaneously generated out of the prevailing chaos.

I have fought continuously in these pages to maintain the opposite and to point to the psychology of the ruling conventional worldview. Whether or not anyone adhering to such an axiomatic schema for adjudging reality is aware of it, their worldview or Weltanshauung is equivalent to the arbitrary rule of the pagan pantheon. The gods are immortal and yet arbitrarily irrational in their ungovernable earthly passions. They demand human sacrifice in the worse case scenarios. A society cannot but crumble eventually that is held in thrall to such ghastly "principles." Entropy!

In fact, thank goodness, the reality is quite the opposite. As the great genius and founding father of the United States, Benjamin Franklin, wrote -- the reason for scientific inquiry and government is to Do the Good for the benefit of future generations. That is the essence of "the American dream." This worldview mandates that science have a long term mission orientation. In current terms, this means developing the means for alleviating poverty and disease, providing necessary infrastructure, fresh water and energy systems. The areas of investigation that cohere with this orientation are many. At their pinnacle however is the unifying mission for the human colonization of space. This is not optional; it is necessity.

Yesterday I came across a rather profound observation in my daily perusal of scientific literature:

"Recently, the pressure distribution in the proton was extracted for the first time from deeply virtual Compton scattering (DVCS) experiments at the Thomas Jefferson National Accelerator Facility (JLab) by Burkert, Elhouadrhiri and Girod [1] (henceforth referred to as BEG) over a limited kinematic range. The result is remarkable; it indicates that the internal pressure in a proton is approximately 1035 Pa, exceeding the estimated pressure in the interior of a neutron star."

This neatly illustrates the lawful ordering principle to which I refer. As Nicholas of Cusa and Leibniz developed in their dialogues, the Macrocosm and Microcosm are intimately and lawfully connected by the ongoing harmonious composition of this best of all possible worlds.

MIT physicists have calculated the pressure distribution inside a proton for the first time. They found the proton’s high-pressure core pushes out, while the surrounding region pushes inward.

Courtesy of the researchers

Saturday, February 02, 2019

Vernadsky Riemann Dimensionality: an Illustration

The recent finding by Johns Hopkins researchers that rhomboid enzymes travel beyond the cellular "speed limit" is illustrative of the unique manner in which biophysics is of a higher qualitative "dimension." That principle is of profound importance for the epistemology of science. For in dealing with space per se, we must distinguish from pure imaginary mathematical space and the functional living qualities of biophysical and noetic space and the interactions among these "realms."

As background, I recently posed the question of why humanity was at a kind of intellectual bottleneck or stultification on the issue of the planetary motions for centuries. One might be tempted to locate the answer in the necessary technological prerequisites not having been developed for accurate measurements of heavenly motions. However, this would be akin to missing the forest for the trees. Because the degrees of freedom required for society to break the bounds of prior constraining limits cannot be attributed to mere epiphenomena of a revolutionary change in its perspective underlying axioms.

The issue is that the historical mythological blinders imposed by the oligarchy were finally shattered enough to provide a freer rein to the creative potential of humanity. The classical Greek philosophers were certainly asking the right questions about hypothesizing the nature of planetary motions, inter alia, and most importantly the nature of the ruling ideological limitations of their society. What about the organization of their society allowed for a Socrates or Plato to so severely challenge the control of oligarchy?

Plato's dialog regarding the universality of human reason The Meno set the stage for what Augustine exemplified as the new dispensation. If a mere slave boy can recreate the most profound geometrical proofs independently of anything other than an internal dialog, the cult of the Pantheon of the gods must crumble and give way. The Promethean intellectual fire that the school of Athens lit would not be doused over the centuries, but reignite time and again in a ever yet more qualitatively powerful incarnation.

Monday, December 31, 2018

Ultima Thule and the Dark Side of the Moon: the Fugue

It has been nearly miraculous that humanity has survived thus far without truly examining its critical vulnerabilities in the full light of day. The submission to arbitrary rule by an ordained class must be abandoned once and for all.

As Beethoven presaged in his great string quartet The Grosse Fuge, the Socratic dialogue of civilizations "must be" in the age of space. Once and forever.

Beethoven Grande Fuga Op.133

Saturday, November 17, 2018

Why the Theory of Everything is Dead on Arrival

If current "free thinkers" would abandon their empiricist prejudices and actually make an attempt to comprehend that which the true founder of modern scientific inquiry, Nicholas of Cusa, pointed to as the principle of subsumed powers, the bootless Quixotic quest for a "theory of everything" would be summarily abandoned. Why? I will explain.

Instead of starting from so-called ab initio first principles of the standard model let us plunge headlong into the seeming inextricable welter of the mechanisms of what some biophysicists are calling the interactome. As I have continuously iterated here in these posts only the Riemannian surface function can be upheld as approaching the possibility of a mathematical model for the multi-dimensional interactions within and among the earth's lithosphere, biosphere and noosphere.

Begin with this fully developed complexity that we unearth through scientific investigation and the irony of the absurdity of a physics modeled upon "atom smashers" comes fully into view. The problem though is the woeful lack of even any attempt at comprehending epistemology by the physics "community" that Schrodinger evinced in What Is Life a century or so ago.

LaRouche put it succinctly some time ago when he quipped that the physics professor propounding the universality of the second law of thermodynamics at the blackboard curiously cannot account for his own existence.

In just one among a myriad of illustrations of what I mean this one posted by Dr. Lieff called the Very Intelligent Protein mTOR I recently came across is very apt. While I may take issue with the author's teleology, at least he is on the right planet.

Friday, November 09, 2018

Randomness is Non Existence

Re: Replaying the tape of life: Is it possible?

Substance itself possesses a latency by virtue of an overriding harmonic dynamism. This is what Leibniz called pre-established harmony. So evolution is confined to a projectory based upon a global order. It is not pre-determined that such and such will occur, only that such and such if it occurs will evolve toward a higher or lower state of potentiation.

The simplistic conceit that random mutations rule reality is tantamount to positing entropy as inevitable. However human history's success in technological advancement belies this and points to a contradictory higher order which negates entropy. Everything in the governance of society's future path comes down to whether the pessimistic and degraded oligarchical outlook or the Promethean human one will prevail.

Sunday, November 04, 2018

Decoding Edgar Allan Poe

The recurring Poe protagonist (and alter ego) C. Auguste Dupin was decidedly not the archetype of the genre of so-called detective novels. All one needs do to prove this to oneself is simply read what Poe has written about the method of scientific investigation in his Mellonta Tauta. This satire replicates Leibniz' (whom Poe greatly admired) book length refutation of the "creeping and crawling" ontology of John Locke's infamous empiricism. Thus Sherlock Holmes is the very antithesis of Dupin. Q.E.D.

And as my Twitter acquaintance Undine has reminded me, this month is the anniversary of the publishing of Edgar's the Gold Bug in French. I leave you with this:

1845 “Le Scarabée d’or” ("The Gold-Bug") appeared in "Revue Britannique." It was the first translation of Poe's work into a foreign language.

Friday, October 05, 2018

Re: The International Edgar Allan Poe Festival & Awards

Deluded denizens of Mobtown: Hear me:

This put on farce of celebrating Poe’s demise desecrates the memory of one of the greatest poets and thinkers America has ever produced. Edgar Allan Poe was not the ghoulish Halloween scribbler that your mindless acolytes believe he was. Poe on many occasions denounced the misconception bruited abroad that he was a “Gothic” writer.
On the contrary, Poe was a patriotic anti mob rule satirist. For example, he roasted the two United States Presidents of his time that brought on untold economic misery through their pernicious economic policies Andrew Jackson and Martin Van Buren. (The same Van Buren who was a protégé of the traitorous founder of Chase Manhattan and assassin Aaron Burr.) Poe’s story The Gold Bug was a broadside against Jackson who was known at the time as THE Gold Bug. Jackson’s banning of the Second National Bank and resort to specie resumption brought down upon these shores monstrous economic misery. King Pest is a satire of Jackson’s mob rule politics where Andrew Jackson plays the role of the President presiding over the plague in the City of London. At the time, no literate reader could have missed the allusion Poe was making. The Devil in the Belfry in the story of that name was Martin Van Buren who was yet more perfidious than his predecessor Jackson. I could go on for quite some length in this vein but won’t belabor the point here. If you are interested visit my blog Thingumbobesquire@blogspot.com  In particular read the entry TheWorld of Edgar Allan Poe: The Poetic Principle.

 Yet now you who know nothing of your own history parade around as admirers of Poe as a grisly horror story writer. Poe is laughing at you all from the grave as it were with poetic irony in a poem I will leave you with: For Annie. (Which regrettably, I am afraid like the irony in everything he wrote will fall once again upon deaf ears.)

For Annie

Thank Heaven! the crisis-
The danger is past,
And the lingering illness
Is over at last-
And the fever called "Living"
Is conquered at last.

Sadly, I know
I am shorn of my strength,
And no muscle I move
As I lie at full length-
But no matter!-I feel
I am better at length.

And I rest so composedly,
Now, in my bed
That any beholder
Might fancy me dead-
Might start at beholding me,
Thinking me dead.

The moaning and groaning,
The sighing and sobbing,
Are quieted now,
With that horrible throbbing
At heart:- ah, that horrible,
Horrible throbbing!

The sickness- the nausea-
The pitiless pain-
Have ceased, with the fever
That maddened my brain-
With the fever called "Living"
That burned in my brain.

And oh! of all tortures
That torture the worst
Has abated- the terrible
Torture of thirst
For the naphthaline river
Of Passion accurst:-
I have drunk of a water
That quenches all thirst:-

Of a water that flows,
With a lullaby sound,
From a spring but a very few
Feet under ground-
From a cavern not very far
Down under ground.

And ah! let it never
Be foolishly said
That my room it is gloomy
And narrow my bed;
For man never slept
In a different bed-
And, to sleep, you must slumber
In just such a bed.

My tantalized spirit
Here blandly reposes,
Forgetting, or never
Regretting its roses-
Its old agitations
Of myrtles and roses:

For now, while so quietly
Lying, it fancies
A holier odor
About it, of pansies-
A rosemary odor,
Commingled with pansies-
With rue and the beautiful
Puritan pansies.

And so it lies happily,
Bathing in many
A dream of the truth
And the beauty of Annie-
Drowned in a bath
Of the tresses of Annie.

She tenderly kissed me,
She fondly caressed,
And then I fell gently
To sleep on her breast-
Deeply to sleep
From the heaven of her breast.

When the light was extinguished,
She covered me warm,
And she prayed to the angels
To keep me from harm-
To the queen of the angels
To shield me from harm.

And I lie so composedly,
Now, in my bed,
(Knowing her love)
That you fancy me dead-
And I rest so contentedly,
Now, in my bed,
(With her love at my breast)
That you fancy me dead-
That you shudder to look at me,
Thinking me dead.

But my heart it is brighter
Than all of the many
Stars in the sky,
For it sparkles with Annie-
It glows with the light
Of the love of my Annie-
With the thought of the light
Of the eyes of my Annie. 

Postscript: I ambled down to the "event" yesterday and was really not impressed. Half the crowd were clueless "Goths" as expected. Next year I am considering setting up a booth to disabuse such an execrable and pervasively false narrative foisted upon us.

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