Max Planck invents quantum physics in 1933. It teaches us so many interesting things! Quantum physics changes our lives. We can modify everything, even the past. Have we abandoned the old physics? Still not, nearly a century later. The quantum world is scary. It has nothing to do with the old. Science remains stuck to the old world… False, but so reassuring!
There is science and science. Quantum physics is a queen deprived of her throne. Rewrite life, the world, change universes! Fed up with lies, bogus sciences, false theories that the school disseminates with hounds.
Is the new story more real than the old one? Obviously! In the cinema, Tarentino uses and abuses it. And here, me too. This Saga comes from a dream. For everyone, the dream is not real. For the new physics, the dream surpasses the real become virtual, indefinite, changing… In a word: unreal.
I was dreaming of another world, sings Jean-Louis Aubert. Me too. It’s the dream of a lifetime. Jean-Louis, my friend, did you see? The physicists discovered this other world!! In fact, it’s yours, it’s ours…
But there is a but… This new world seems so disconcerting that no one believes in it. Apart from the physicists — who don’t draw all the consequences besides… Since most of them still use the old physics, yet proven false. And people like me who strive to set the record straight are called fantasists, kindred spirits, fools.
The other world is there, within our reach. We prefer to remain in illusion. People of my ilk are suspicious, cranks who see the invisible and perceive the infra-sensitive. Yes, we are as suspicious as quantum physics.
Sooner or later, the first quantum computers will arrive on the market. Shortly after, the first quantum image films will be viewable on our screens… On some brand new blood plasma screens. Why not?
The time to dream is short
What should I do with my days?
What should I do with my nights?
(source)Louis Aragon (listen)
Like most scientists, people continue to live according to the old paradigms. Because they are more reassuring. The new physics presents us with a world that does not exist. Virtual, unreal, it vibrates and wavers at the speed of light. Colors don’t exist either. Each of them emits its own frequency of waves of different lengths, while our eyes and our brain translate this quantum jargon into colored sensation.
The contours of beings are not those we see. They are fractals. Forms do not exist either. They are energy fields. Vibrations.
Matter does not exist — or so little! There is more emptiness than atoms in any material, even the densest one. Including in gold. Yet its solid appearance, its resistant touch, its weight, its mass, everything pleads in favor of its reality.
Error. We live in a material world, sings a material girl who seems to be proud of it. Relax, dear Madonna, matter is an illusion. We are in a virtual world, my darling. You are virtual too, like matter and the rest.
I had neither love nor abode
Nowhere where I live or die
I passed like the rumor
I was falling asleep like the noise
(source)Louis Aragon (listen)
Beams of waves, atoms as spaced as the planets, and between them, nothing, of emptiness, in order to leave a maximum of space to an infinity of universes that come to cross ours.
Beautiful and inconceivable multiverse. All this void between atoms is structured by attraction. Gravitation. Energies of love and hate, attraction repulsion, push pull — ie the fundamental law of the vibratory world.
What universe? What physics? What matter? I belong to the old school, I write on paper with a felt pen — futile concession to our pseudo modernity.
But we’ll come back to the goose feather sooner or later. Everything comes back in cycles. Lasting allow to get ahead, LoulouMy late mother said.
Living in the past makes it possible to predict the future. In any case, whether we are in the past or the future, we are always in the present. Trapping present. Impossible to get out. Elusive time.
The French language has this beautiful word “main tenant”holding hand ie “now”. See English: to maintain, same origin that expresses the wheel of time, the desire to stop it, the strength it takes to maintain now.
Impossible, even with the hand that holds, time turns and the instant runs away. Immediately replaced by another instant which now becomes in turn.
Stay in the here-and-now? Superfluous advice. No one can be anywhere other than where they are. Here and now move with me. Wherever I go in space, I am always here. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow never comes. We do not live a life, but a single day without end. With variable content, with a single container. A single moment always restarted, tireless, inevitable, which repeats itself until all possible variations are exhausted.
Or until one is tired of human comedy. Then comes death. Nothing tragic about all that, except perhaps in the total absence of free will which prohibits being elsewhere, and being in other times..
Intolerable attack on my freedom of being. But that’s how it is! And it’s not my legitimate indignation that will change anything. At bottom, what does it matter? All that, life, death, the whole mess, (source)Boucq is just a breath of wind in the willows. (source)Kenett Grahame
“Our senses deceive us” said Descartes, completely stoned by the Indian hemp he smoked in an overheated room somewhere in Holland. Well, well, funny Descartes indeed!
Our senses deceive us, but their errors sometimes compensate each other. Thus hearing can correct sight. Nevertheless, our senses deceive us. Peace, breeds, fishing, the cup, life, death, the big bazaar of dates, all that comes as it goes.
This evening in full sun, a great winter sunLouis Aragon which sets on the sparkling sea, tonight everything does not matter to me and I find the exercise rather comical.
Hic et nunc?Here and now Instead of this inept advice, pure fruit of the ignorance daughter of the ego, it would be better to repeat oneself unceasingly: carpe diemenjoy the day benefits, yes, enjoys every moment before he runs away. Life is a lightning bolt that pierces the night of time. Take advantage of its brief light before sleep resumes its dark reign.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
Light heart, flying heart, butterfly of passage, beautiful winged, you are not wise. Enjoy every age, every season contains its wonders. Let us pass by. Let the sunshine, the sunshine in. (listen)
Let us filter as much as possible this beautiful light that dwells in us. Let us not be afraid to shine before those who show horror. Fear of the void that possesses them. Fear of living.
This abomination of desolation freezes the human heart to the point that it stops beating. Can one stay so far from love an entire life? Whole generations? Whole ages? The answer is yes. Some do it for millions of lives.
“In order not to die of anguish or shame, men are eternally condemned to forget the most unpleasant moments of their lives. And the more unpleasant they are, the faster we forget them,” said Sum One. Would this churl have taken him to Schuré?Lost in translation I cannot swear. Ooof! What a sentence anyway!
This necessarily generates an infinity of frustrations, disputes, hatreds, slaps, blows of latte, arquebuses, cannons of navy. And it repeats itself to the point of thirst. Which is far away. Most local conflicts are replicated identically in a cyclical and encyclical ecclesiastical anti-mosquito manner. Authentic. The reason is, click.
Millions of lives! Can you figure out? I can’t. Most humans are therefore condemned to graze without love and the majority does not care. Millions of lives! This generates an infinity of frustrations, disputes, hatreds, slaps, blows of latte, arquebuses, cannons of navy. Which repeats itself endlessly.
Hello humans, my brothers and sisters, block the meters, come these new lands, so clap your hands along the way. Do it all day. Do not spare yourself, go beyond yourself or the world that comes will pass you by. Love what you will never see twice.
Be there. Aware. Absentees are always wrong. Except when they are dead. I see many who are already dead. Only your heart never dies. It reminds everything, the very first sweet words, sweethearts, hugs, pussies. Lovers memories always come back with misfortune. They threw the dice. Pray for oblivion to help. Go to bed. Oblivion is dead.
Gonna read a comix.
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