I've actually tried to sing your poetic words. Withou actually assigning meaning to them they sound great words!

So you'd rather not call this formula a fact? — Banno

It is a fact. But we constructed it. In nature this does not exist. It's projected by means of a mathematical net. Thrown over the physical universe. There are no inherent areas of circles. After the orojection only.

We can not even think of it without a word to name it or a symbol to represent it, but as we have explored pi we have discovered it has profound consequences in our lives. — Athena

Which are these profound consequences? We can easily set pi to one. But what will be become of one in this case?

This is a very poor simile because temperature is a physical fact and in that way objective — praxis

Physical facts are subjective in the sense that we consider them as facts. All physical phenomena unfold in an objective arena and this arena is constructed by our consciousness.

Certainly, Information has physical effects, but like Energy it has no detectable physical properties — Gnomon

I don't agree. The electron and proton in formation have a physical effect. Energy has detectable properties. The frequency of a photon can be measured. Gravitons curve spacetime.

Quantum entanglement suggests that each particle has the entire map of the universe, the information ever updated, the universe being as a single entity. While this may not be consciousness at the level we have, it may help the universe accomplish something of the movements of particles and fields in their energy, mass, and momentum, in some global way that goes forward overall. — PoeticUniverse

I truly like your poetic words. If you strip them from what is meant by them. But these wotds up here are too much...

"Quantum entanglement suggests that each particle has the entire map of the universe"
QM doesn't suggest that.

Better yet; since The Existence is completely self contained, with no beginning and no end, as not affected by anything outside itself, it would just BE, and so it IS, not just having the plans for the universe, but already having the universe. The darn Block Universe keeps trying to reinstate itself. — PoeticUniverse

I used to be a believer too. Then I wondered. Why am I so assured God does not exist? Why do I think they are not there? It concerns me. Why thinking about god at all? Because they're there. The've created it all. How can an eternally infinite wonder exist on its own? It can't. Creation took place. The word was spoken and it was there, crestion.

I'm not sure if aesthetics is a very important to the arts. Sometimes it is, sometimes not. Artificial and art can be closely related. Is a bridge art? Is it art when a dam is made by beavers? Is a dam artificial, arty? Antisjock? Why not. Plastic is artificial. Graphene is too. Are these artificial materials art? Ars longa vitae brevis. Is that why we make art? No, for christsake! Of course it follows but don't we like to share as well as we want to absorb the other's art? We experience inner worlds and outer worlds. We are in the middle. We wanna express our visions. Like the native Australian expresses the dreamworld the western physicist expressez the standard model and beyond. The beyondness being the most interesting.

I the morning village I stood
Minding only bussiness of mine
The etalage offered what it could
A peeking under hood

My bitch on my side
Looking in young year
No need to abide
There was nothing to fear

Then the arrival arrived
Harsh words were spoken
Ratio deprived
What an artistic token

Flanel smart cell phones
Used like dumb smart gun
Speking were underones
Reason able on the run

Jealous minds spoke to police
Troop were called out for
The soft morning breeze
Had better in store

The door of his store
Received foot from my hand
How stupid his pussy galore
The artman that I can't stand

Police was called to
But they didn't arrive
Anticipation I stalled to
But no jar to jive

Later that nice day
Jealous supplier supplied
It gave, though unknow yet, me way
A disturbing of me was implied

Police accounted objective
But didn't account
My story subjective
Tails went wiggling round

It got me a place
To show of my art
That black jealous face
I will make it start

Seringes will stuff I
Plastic guns will I fill
Thinking of buff-eye
On his provided canvas the colors will drill

It was so still you could hear a nut fall,
And the musical strain of mystic call,
In soft tones flowered upon the silence,
As floating on the surface of the — PoeticUniverse

Beautiful!

There is the particle and there is the wave—either one forced on us by our observations, being jointly known as the ‘wavicle’, all three states of which are truly not the actual reality.” — PoeticUniverse

Nonsense!

The particle and the wave are very real. Though the particle is a pop-view.

The problem is not to loose yourself. You must be yourself. Like that you just are. Without kosing, without the need to find or reinvent. There is then no other you, the played one, to care about.