A curious method whereby to disprove the big bang

Now not to be overmuch ribald, but only a male ego could have idealized this kind of monstrousmoonshine bigness to begin with. Just as Dr. Tarr and Professor Fether were wont to prove in times gone by, the world as we surmise was begat with not a whimper but a bang. Aha! -- you say-- but where's the proof? But that brings us to yeast and fermentation does it not? I mean the proof in the pudding, of course. Silly boys. I'm talking inflation here -- and not that wag of a Socrates' baker's fart, either. Hold on, let's get to the premise, shall we. Now in the merest fraction of infinite time we shall not even know anymore that we came from this universe. What the? Ya, ya... this is so. In a trillion years give or take, (and what's a trillion among friends?) we will have lost the ability to know from whence we came. Balderdash, you say. Tut, tut, I say. Introducing straight from a simulation in Monte Carlo, or some such place, Drs. Kraus and Scherrer, I'm not making this up. (This study was supported in part by the US Dept. of Energy (or is it entropy?)) It seems that our cosmic event horizon will develop a robust case of astigmatism so we won't even know the rest of the now visible universe was even here in a trillion years, or so. Alack and alas. Woe is us. But wait... I have it. Let us redirect our hard earned cash from such mountebanks and create a new project for SETI. Let's give um some pizazz, shall we? Okay, so here goes. All we need now is a little note from about a trillion years ago, not a dissertation or treatise, mind you. Just a tidbit, scrawled on a post it note, if you will, of just what the universe looked like before we lost sight of it. (By we, I mean us sentient intelligent beings, of course... before we got bent out of shape.) Now how's that for a mission?

Implications of the Biophysical Meaning of Clock Genes Role in Repotentiation

The method of composition which is the most true heretofore in human history was exhibited in the seminal work of Ludwig von Beethoven-- in particular, his string quartet, the Grosse Fugue. Why? Because this work successfully demonstrates a victory of the very principal of classical composition over apparent arbitrariness. Once you actually take the time to either truly listen to that piece anew or for the first time the principal I am emphasizing becomes self evident.

To wit, given a function which exhibits a rather profound level of seemingly chaotic randomness, it must always be possible to tame this critter by at least one less degree of arbitrariness. (For those in my audience who attempt to keep up with today's astonishing welter of meta mathematics known as category theory, one might say that the very last statement is an ironic categorization, if you will, of Bernhardt Riemann's dealing with arbitrary functions equivalent to Beethoven's principal.) Now look at the Ninth Symphony in this light also. The fourth movement evinces a musical method of capturing and recapitulating the essence of the preceding three movements and bringing them thus to their inevitable crisis or denouement. Finally, the Promethean crescendo is produced which resolves this at a higher functional level.

Now, this last point is critical to the subject of this essay and will be brought into focus anon. The question of why there is a sort of built in cyclical necessity to mental development, both in the broad spectrum of human history and in one's own mental microcosmic recapitulation of that history, is intimately tied up in the issue of why we need to dream. I was frankly astonished yesterday, when I came across this posting in Nature: "Rhythmic growth explained by coincidence between internal and external cues." Heretofore, it appears that the study of circadian oscillators (here I must interpolate my prior insistence on the importance of so-called biophysical pacemakers or autowaves in energetics) proceeded without taking into consideration the variable of the "external cue" of the diurnal dark to light cycle's effect on helix-loop-helix clock gene in regulating plant growth patterns. Even though, it appears, that previous experiments were carried on in the artificial light of the laboratory, there was a metaphorical darkness thereby akin to Goya's excellent cartoon -- The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters. But shift one's viewpoint to an eagle's eye overview of the entirety of the functional process here and it becomes clear what the functional energetics of the interplay of internal and external cues are.

Now bring to mind the foregoing image from Nicholas of Cusa and Leibniz of the interplay between the micro- and macrocosm of thinking monads. Is it any wonder therefore that dreams themselves of great players on the human stage of history were given such a preternatural or outre distinction? That which on the surface of things might appear to be an arbitrary or chaotic juxtaposition of mental images in dreams, in fact has as its genetic principle a repotentiation of the societal interplay of human growth and development.