I forgot the name of the book and its author that I summarized this from, but it wasn't well received on a physics forum…
Invariably wrong, by incompleteness.
Stuff had to be created, in balance.
So, the default ‘lawless’ is where it’s done.
RevealThe no-place of no laws is the first cause,
Requiring nothing but the same ‘because’.
Forever and always anything goes,
This being the final answer to the TOEs.
Existents are not infinitely old:
The tale of their making is ever told;
They’re not unbreakable/unmakeable;
They are ‘sum-thing’—zero-sum formable.
Existents ever back to ‘no-thing’ trace,
Such as this universe, now in a race,
Even accelerating, from ‘no-thing’,
From the fuel that can never stop giving.
The null balance continues, remains, then,
As the reason things can’t be so frozen
That they don’t react, nor so fleeting
That all remains as chaos everlasting.
Confirmation abounds: as space and time,
Charge polarity, matter and its anti,
Kinetic/potential—stuff/gravity,
Smallest and largest, and reason and rhyme.
As per the explosive Big Bang Theory,
Our own ‘verse appeared, nearly instantly,
Going from not there to here, inflating—
A low probability happening.
As for ‘no-thing’, we knew it all along,
Philosophically, logically—as strong,
And now, factly—the triad that we love,
For there’s ‘no-thing’ to make anything of.
What meaning, then, of every- from ‘no-thing’?
Well, there was no option, no deciding—
Information’s content’s in the same row,
For both ‘no-thing’ and everything: zero.
Stillness/nonexistence/no-thing/zero
Is the root of all, where anything goes,
As the state cannot remain, unconstrained,
For that state is perfectly unstable.
This bottom, default condition must leak,
Making movement natural, so to speak,
Not quietus, and, even afterwards,
Everything still moves, outward—every-ward.
The above is the basis-eternal,
Or as best as ‘forever’ we can call,
There being nothing before that state,
Or at least more nothing, at any rate.
The state is anywhere and everywhere,
Nothing beyond it but itself out there,
Which extent could be called as ‘infinite’—
A first cause has nil outside/before it.
So, we have reached the simplest state of all,
Through the simpler, to where we get our call,
From up here, where we are, as composite,
From organs, cells, molecules, atoms, and bits.
In the greater Cosmos, everything happens,
Universes everywhere, working/flattened,
Some even the same, having more of us,
Even many times over—no big fuss,
Cause-and-effect must then do what it does,
For all that will be, now, or ever was.
Events, and will, must depend on something,
Or the air-headed chimes would be ringing.
We are as tourists along for the ride,
Plus more, since ever within the play.
It seems new: we’re not on the scripted side—
There is fun and enjoyment through the day.
Nothing cannot be, so, then, something must—
That is all there is to tell of our crust
In a parentheses of eternity
Live, null’s paternity-maternity.
The largest is so large, near everywhere,
Since the smallest is so small, barely there.
At the mid-point, there’s finite unity,
We’re suspended there, hovering entirely.
The nonexistence of Nothing must then be
Neutral and symmetrical, totally,
While existence within nonexistence
Must be polar—as asymmetrical.
Matter/anti are each half of ‘at large’,
Being polar and opposite in charge,
While photons represent all of the cosmos,
Being neutral, as both plus and minus.
In free space, there can only be two, yes,
Two stable charged matter particles,
Electrons and protons (makes atoms),
With no lasting uncharged neutron sums.
And, so, too, there can only be but one
Uncharged energy particle:
The photon, one, the sinusoidal wave,
And zero charged energy particles.
Oppositional-transitional schemes
Abound, such as the strong/weak nuclear
Versus the trans-electric-magnetic,
And space/matter versus past-now-future.
The void pulsates in a structured sequence.
A field is present throughout space immense,
Out of which all particles must ‘condense’—
Occurring where the field’s extremely intense.
Atoms are tied bundles of inertia,
Knots in the field and fabric of space;
Yet matter defines the structure of space…
The Yin is in the Yang, and vice-versa!
It is to this world that we are fine-tuned
By evolution—millions of species loomed,
And so we may not do so well elsewhere:
But Earth’s not always—we should go somewhere.
There is reality ‘out there’, for sure;
We have senses to take it in, as pure.
The brain paints a useful face upon it,
Such as colors for wave frequencies, etc.
Consciousness is ever a brain process,
One which can be halted, never-the-less,
By anesthesia, poison/drugs,
A blow to the head, a faint, or by sleep.
Change the brain and consciousness changes too.
Take drugs and the emotions change, anew.
Damage the brain and the mind’s damaged too.
Consciousness emerges only from the brain!
In identifying consciousness,
We often confuse what is floating in
The stream of consciousness with the water itself;
Thus, we note not the sea in which we ‘see’.
The brain interprets reality and puts
A face on the waves of sound, light, color, touch,
And a sense on molecules’ smell and taste.
Consciousness is the brain’s perception of itself.
Consciousness mediates thoughts versus outcomes
And is distributed all over the body,
From the nerve spindles to the spine to the brain,
A way to actionize without committing.
Conscious Awareness, which can but witness,
Is a safe haven from which to observe
The drama of our lives playing in our minds,
Granting us a sobering distance from it.
Why three space dimensions, plus one of time?
There must be three dimensions because
The singularity/nothingness demands
Existential closure—to nonexistence…
Which demands the compositional parity
Of positive and negative, as charge,
Which in turn demands that space be cubic:
Dimensionality inevitable!
The three space dimensions are compositional,
So the nullification of existence
At totality must be carried out
Via electric charge polarity,
An aspect of time, along with motion.
Over Man came the Triumph of Love
But Chastity gave it quite a shove;
However, Death then all conquered,
But this was not the final word…
For Time happily reigned over all,
Or so it thought—as its thrall,
But, Divinity vanquished its trend;
Yet, still, this was not the end…
For, as ever, the basis was left to sting,
Since Nothing overwhelms everything.
Something does not compute about the way
Thought—of eternity/infinity,
In that duration of eternity
Of all the past has already happened…
And that the extent of an infinity
Has been attained. Neither can be, as thought.
There can be ‘boundless’ without infinite—
Boundless surfaces enclose finite spheres…
They just go round and round, never ending.
N dimensions can be bounded by n-1.
A 1D line bounds a 2D finite plane.
A 0D point bounds a 1D line.
It could be that boundless 3D space bounds
A 4D finite hypervolume hypercube.
This arrangement is all extent (distance),
But, inside, one distance converts to time,
By the speed of light, as spacetime distance.
Hypervolume (distance^4) =
c(distance/time) * spacetime(distance^3 * time)
So, time is but internal to spacetime,
Being just a difference of space(s).
So, there is no time, then, externally,
And, internally, everything happens,
In the boundless ‘eternity’ within,
Happening over and over again,
As well as many times, too, everywhere,
In the boundless ‘infinity’ within.
The Cosmos contains its own history,
As well as its own ‘infinite’ spacetime.
Everything and every-time, both boundless,
Doth go round and round, perpetually.
Eternal causes cannot happen,
And so these must be equation-replaced—
The zero-sum balance that provides for the
Conservation laws ultimately precise.
Infinite extent cannot be, and so
There must be return from it, although it
Goes round and round, but seeming infinite.
Space(s) is/are a difference of time(s).
And it is still that existence has to be
Of nonexistence—there’s no other source.
We are faced with two seeming paradoxes:
A distribution of nothing versus
The same exact base forever, unmade.
One has to give, and must give, and does so.
The notion of the same exact stuff, as just
Sitting around and being there, as is,
Begs the question’s answer for more reasons.
Why its total amount, for example?
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Neither Nothing nor Infinite can be,
Like the same as that neither complete vacuum
Nor total solidness is possible—
The midpoint is finite unity (1).
It’s as if Infinite * Nothing = 1.
Or is it Infinite * Infinitesimal = 1?
As Nothing cannot be, something must be,
But it can’t be infinitely solid.
There can’t be stillness, which would be ‘no time’’;
There can’t be ‘all at once’; mid-point is ‘now’.
It’s as if Stillness * All-At-Once = Now.
Or the Slow Moves * Really Fast Moves = Now?
As stillness cannot be, motion must be,
But it can’t be of an unlimited speed.
Eternity can’t be; time’s secondary.
Infinity can’t be; there’s round and round.
Infinite can’t be, not the largest nor smallest:
The finite is their difference or product.
Eternal can’t be, not past’s nor future’s,
So, ‘now’ is ever-present, ever ‘here’.
Only ‘no-thing' can make basic thing(s).
There’s no other source, no way around it!
We have to deal with this, but it goes as
Kinetic stuff, of gravity’s potential.
Did a lack of anything (no-thing) remain?
We know that it didn’t, for there’s something.
What rules/limits would apply to ‘no-thing'?
None, for that state would have no laws at all.
This means that anything goes, for ‘no-thing’,
And when anything goes, something workable
Comes out of it. This is ‘Possibility’,
And it must be the default position.
Either basic stuff always existed
Or stuff is forever made from nothing.
If always, the stuff is a set amount—
Stuff cannot have always been, in that count;
There would have been no point at which its total
Could have been specified, nor its makeup;
Therefore, this forces the other option,
That of a zero-sum distribution—
Balanced opposites—nature-confirmed.
Since all from nothing must be so, we know
That a state of the lack of anything
Must be unstable, that anything goes,
Since the state is lawless—so arrangements
Of various basic things may occur,
Some of which can form working universes.
There are no past-eternals beyond nothing;
All supposed past-eternal things end,
With nothing. Eternals, and infinites,
In actuality, can never complete.
In good time, millions of species arrived,
This taking billions of the years gone by.
There’s no past-eternal to our universe,
For it is about 14 billion years old.
It may disperse unto photons, but not
To infinity for eternity,
For those endings can never be attained,
As ‘never-ending’ can’t ever be reached.
Our sun is quite usable for about
3-5 billion more years, and we’re on
An outermost arm of the galaxy,
A safe place, from the wild galactic core.
While not fully made in the shade, on Earth,
It’s still a great place, since most of it works.
Hydrogen and Carbon Dioxide
Made organics; one cell entered another.
All things had beginnings, like electrons,
Life, rocks, solar systems, or Gods supposed;
So none can be First and Fundamental—
There’s no complex from Complex from COMPLEX.
We have ‘emergence’ proceeding apace,
In all, but ‘apace’ is restrained by time,
Yet all things eventually decay/fade,
The universe unwinding, like a spring.
This slow decay allows for assemblies,
Such as flowers, trading local gains for
Losses, in quality of substance,
Though not in quantity of substance.
Of substance’s and energy’s balance,
Dispersion, and decay of quality
Comes the emergence of what we would call
Change, vision, growth, and more complexity.
The universe bubbled out of ‘nothing’,
Pluses forming matter; minuses residing in forces,
All in perfect balance, self-sufficient,
Needing nothing outside of itself, zilch.
Existence is a zero-balance tree,
Of opposites: matter and its anti,
Opposing charge, the weak versus strong force;
All from ‘nothing’, to form reality.
Totality cannot to limits cling,
Or it wouldn’t be All, so it’s bounding
None, granting eternity’s duration,
And infinity’s extent: everything.