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  • Arguments for and against the identification of Jesus with God
    Why would I do that?Arcane Sandwich

    Show that God is the Block Universe and we are inside God.
  • Arguments for and against the identification of Jesus with God
    I have offered one such proof in the OP of this Thread, and I have done so without even being a Christian philosopher. Sure, it's a rather humble proof, but it's still a proof.Arcane Sandwich

    Try using the Block Universe to prove it.
  • Arguments for and against the identification of Jesus with God
    throughout the centuries, Christian philosophers have been solely preoccupied with proving that God exists, without being equally preoccupied with proving that God is Jesus Christ.Arcane Sandwich

    It can't be proved; they need to get a life!
  • Ontology of Time
    Of course there are changes, motions and movementsCorvus

    But they are not instant, happening all at once, so, their process takes time, as maybe the Planck time and/or the speed of light.

    Perhaps try getting rid of space instead…

    It may that our brains spatialize the sequence of ‘nows’ so we can better navigate our way through the series of discrete nows.
  • What exactly is Process Philosophy?
    How is this related to the thread?Darkneos

    I give up for now.
  • What exactly is Process Philosophy?
    Not really, the subconscious isn’t what you think it is.Darkneos

    Then I wonder what the trillions of neurons and their billions of connections are silently doing to come up with the results displayed in consciousness…
  • What exactly is Process Philosophy?
    No it does not. Consciousness doesn’t DO anything.Darkneos

    True! The brain does it.

    You got one right.
  • What exactly is Process Philosophy?
    Alan Wattspunos

    I didn't watch it but he probably wisely said that all that goes on is the one big effect of the Big Bang.

    I note that we impose artificial boundaries to estimate local cause and effect as best can do.
  • What exactly is Process Philosophy?
    I'll leave this to you and all to readPoeticUniverse

    Which is:

    The Nature of Consciousness Part 1
    (Some gleaned from Gsin)

    Within the Brain's vast Palace, deep and strange,
    Consciousness flows, yet cannot free-range;
    Like Sun or Tree, a Process, not a Thing—
    A river bound within its banks of change.

    (It, as a brain process can’t float around)

    What fills our Minds arrives not instant-new,
    But late, some half-millisecond past its due;
    The Brain's swift voting finished ere we know,
    Our conscious thoughts already past and through.

    (A forced delay, unconscious analysis taking time )

    The Map we see becomes our Territory,
    While neural states write out out second story;
    The basement toils unseen beneath our feet,
    As upstairs dwells our conscious inventory.

    (The ‘basement’ is the first storey of one’s self)

    Thus Consciousness arrives too late to cause,
    Though seeming master of all nature's laws;
    A broadcast tape-delayed, yet feeling live—
    The director speaks once action draws!

    (Enjoy the play)

    And when one thought has flickered through the mind,
    More brain-realms answer, leaving none behind;
    Thus contemplation's thread unwinds its spool,
    Each moment to the next forever twined.

    (The Great Stitcher; no seams)

    Behold its nature's aspects five unfold:
    Compositional structures manifold,
    Intrinsic as our own, Informing clear,
    Integrated, Exclusive in its hold.

    (The whole operation)

    United feels this field of conscious thought,
    Though scattered be the brain-realms where it's wrought;
    The qualia of sense-experience shine,
    While seamless flows the change that time has brought.

    (Perfect Unity!)

    How can this ghost of thought move flesh and bone,
    When neural deed is done and verdict known
    Before awareness breaks upon our shore?
    The answer in time's sequence lies alone.

    (The brain does it)

    Yet Consciousness brings gifts beyond mere scheme
    Of reflex-action's automatic stream:
    Flexibility to shape reaction's course,
    And Focus sharp on what we vital deem.

    (Exclusion)

    It grants Evaluation's weighted scale,
    Where logic, feeling, neither can quite fail;
    For Survival it opens pathways new,
    Where Complex choices might yet prevail.

    (Evaluation)

    Through Learning's endless combinations bright,
    We weave perception's threads in fresh delight;
    Discrimination's finest differences show
    Which fruits bring health, which hold destruction's bite.

    (The will is dynamic)

    In Evolution's grand unfolding play,
    It spurred the Cambrian dawn of nature's way;
    Made predators grow keen in cunning's art,
    While prey found newer paths from day to day.

    (The explosion)

    See Beauty bloom in flower's painted face,
    As plants evolved their pollinator's grace;
    While minds could ponder action's consequence
    Before commitment to time's embrace.

    (Actionizing)

    Reality stands firm beyond our sight,
    Our senses taking in its waves of light;
    The Brain paints useful faces on these waves—
    Makes color from mere frequency's delight.

    (Just three proteins in the eye rotating according to the amount of the three primary colors)

    When drugs or sleep or trauma's sudden blow
    Disturb the brain, consciousness sinks below;
    Change neural paths, and mind must follow suit—
    For only from the brain can awareness flow.

    (Consciousness is a brain process reflected)

    We often miss the sea in which we swim,
    Mistaking thought-stream's contents, fleeting-dim,
    For consciousness itself that bears them all,
    Like water bearing leaves on ocean's rim.

    (The Sea in which we See)
  • What exactly is Process Philosophy?
    What does that mean?Darkneos

    Hey, you finally went to sleep after all day on the forum, so I'll leave this to you and all to read the next day.
  • What exactly is Process Philosophy?
    Choice is an illusion.Darkneos

    Hey, that's good! It takes the subconscious brain about a third of a second to do its analysis, and only when it finishes does consciousness get the result.
  • What exactly is Process Philosophy?
    What does that mean?Darkneos

    It doesn't explain the 'voting' process of the neurological.

    Also I saw the show but don't see how it related to this or what you said.Darkneos

    It only pertains to you. The show is a lot of fun, as well as being serious about the law, and they have to figure out the process behind the incident to help defend the client.
  • Arguments for and against the identification of Jesus with God
    Is Jesus God?Arcane Sandwich

    First of all, there cannot be God, for a mind/brain in a system and that is composite, and in this case, very complex, which thus cannot be Fundamental and First, making the question of the Divinity of Jesus to be moot,

    Secondly, to sink into the blah, blah, blah, about it, the nations around at the time didn't go for it and still don't, like the Greek Orthodox and the Jewish, even though he was one of their own, at least until he converted to Christianity (ha, ha), and of course the Romans crucified him.
  • What exactly is Process Philosophy?
    the evidence consciousness does make "referral" to the brain states.Darkneos

    It provides the result of the subconscious brain process, but not the analysis.

    Netflix has a great series about a new female attorney with autism spectrum disorder 'The Extraordinary Attorney Woo', filmed in Korea.
  • What exactly is Process Philosophy?
    If it's just an event then it has no feelings or emotions and cannot love or feel pain. Only individuals do that.Darkneos

    "Individuals do that" because it seems that way, which is the second story, but consciousness makes no referral to the brain state processes in the basement of the first storey.

    We are discovering that we are as 'robots', but hate to think of it that way.
  • What exactly is Process Philosophy?
    Like...what does it mean for what actually matters.Darkneos

    What actually matters is how we live day to day in a high level process. We wouldn't bring up a lower level process such as "My chemical receptors are well receiving your endorphin state" instead of saying "I love you", but we might talk about a medical condition that way.
  • What exactly is Process Philosophy?
    Some articles say “from things to events” and I’m left wondering what it means to see “things” as events.Darkneos

    A tree is a long event, as you are. Other than the permanent basis of reality, there are, strictly speaking, no 'things', although it's a handy way of identification, for the so-called 'things' are not identical with themselves over time, as just continuing on from a moment ago, although there are semblances that continue.
  • St. Anselm's Proof: A Problem of Reference, Intentional Identity and Mutual Understanding (G. Klima)
    The dialogue is interminable.Banno

    St. Anselm, like many religious, looks in the wrong direction, ever using the template of life having to come from a Higher Life (etc., a regress ensues).

    Instead, think of what is the least that can be conceived, or, better yet, what physics shows as the near infinitesimal lightness of being.

    Look to the future for higher being. Throw the golden template out of the stained-glass window!
  • A Thomistic Argument For God's Existence From Composition
    Irrelevant. I believe there has to be a bottom layer of reality, consisting of indivisible objectsRelativist

    Good one! For how could that negligible monad act like a mind?

    In succession due does the large give way and rule
    To the ever smaller, the tiny, the minuscule,
    And onto the insignificant ‘awol’
    Of not really much of anything there at all.
  • Tao follows Nature
    Bin LadenArcane Sandwich

    What the heck is Bin Laden doing here in the Tao?

    Abbottabad
    About a Bad

    The specter fled to Abottabad,
    Having done a whole lotta bad,
    His courier’s bin laden with what OBL had,
    It being their way or no way—how sad..

    No phone, internet, or even any trash
    Was the giveaway to what the mansion hath,
    And even in the nearby counter-terrorism’s path,
    The Jihad of Evil courting the goodly wrath.

    SEALs swept into the heart of the storm
    Coptering into the hilltop’s guarding swarm,
    In a foreign land, the tempest ID’d by the CIA,
    And so the leader and his men live no more today.

    A shot to the head and he was dead,
    And to evil the end, as to all in his stead,
    Whether clerics or just plain terror led.

    The backup Chinook replaced the fallen stealth,
    Perhaps too new of a device to sustain its health.

    Osama rules nothing now, as he’s not to be,
    Rotting at the bottom of the Arabian sea.


    NAPOLEON

    I wrote to the banished Napoleon,
    Asking if all was well, and he replied,

    No, sir.
    PS: Liveable was I ere I saw Elba, evil’s prison.

    (I extended the palindrome;
    However, there is one cheat…)
  • Tao follows Nature
    As for the UltimateArcane Sandwich

    On the Eternal Tao and Its Manifestations

    The Foundation

    Let us realize that what is Eternal
    Stands as the bedrock of all that appears,
    The permanent presence beneath every change,
    Unchanging through all of time’s gathering years.

    What truly exists cannot fade or dissolve,
    Cannot be created or suffer decay;
    The Eternal simply and perfectly Is,
    While temporary forms drift like clouds away.

    The Manifestation

    Through endless transmutation’s flowing dance,
    The Eternal dons ten thousand changing forms,
    Like one great ocean lifting countless waves,
    Or single sky spawning infinite storms.

    Each temporal thing that rises from its depths
    Bears witness to that which forever stays,
    A momentary expression of the whole,
    A fleeting actor in eternal plays.

    The Paradox

    How strange that what seems most solid and real—
    The mountains, the stars, our own flesh and bone—
    Are but the ripples on timeless seas,
    While the unchanging source remains unknown.

    Yet in each mote of cosmic dust there dwells
    The fullness of that which can never die,
    As every drop contains the entire sea,
    And each moment holds eternity’s sky.

    The Understanding

    The wise ones tell us: look beneath the flux
    Of birth and death, of pleasure and of pain,
    To find that which has never come or gone,
    The deathless presence that does e’er remain.

    For though all forms must shift and change and flow,
    Their essence rests in that which cannot move,
    The changeless witness to all changing things,
    The ground of being that all forms must prove.

    The Perspective

    From highest heaven to the deepest seas,
    From quantum foam to galactic expanse,
    All manifestation’s endless pageantry
    Emerges from the Eternal’s timeless dance.

    What seems to perish never truly dies,
    What seems to birth was never truly born;
    Forms merely shift like waves upon the deep,
    While that which Is continues without morn.

    The Recognition

    To know this truth is not to turn away
    From life’s rich play of shadow and of light,
    But to perceive within each passing show
    The presence of the Infinite’s delight.

    For in the dance of atom and of star,
    Of thought and feeling, birth and final breath,
    We glimpse the face of that which always Is,
    Beyond all bounds of life and time and death.

    The Living

    Thus may we walk through time’s swift-flowing stream,
    Aware of both the wave and water’s truth:
    The forms that pass, the presence that remains,
    The aged wisdom and eternal youth.

    Each moment precious in its swift-winged flight,
    Yet held within that which can never fade;
    Each change a window to unchanging light,
    Each temporal thing of timeless essence made.

    The Synthesis

    Let us then cherish every passing day,
    While resting in the truth that cannot pass;
    Dance with the waves while knowing we are sea,
    Be both the changing leaves and changeless mass.

    For this is wisdom’s deepest, sweetest song:
    That in the heart of all that seems to flee,
    There dwells that which has never left its place—
    The one still point of all eternity.

    The Resolution

    The Eternal remains forever what it is,
    Though dressed in time’s kaleidoscopic show;
    The permanent wears impermanence like robes,
    Through which its timeless radiance may flow.

    And we who walk in bodies made of time
    Carry within the spark of timeless fire,
    Both wave and ocean, both the dance and still,
    Both changing form and changeless heart’s desire.
  • What exactly is Process Philosophy?
    I didn't particularly like this film, but i did love this scene. It's just a reminder for those that know, and a lesson for those that don't.punos

    A Conversation with the Great Lama
    (Who lives near me)
    On Reality and Illusion


    “Lama, I’ve heard that this world isn’t real,
    That all we perceive is mere illusion’s deal—
    That rain isn’t wet, and pain doesn’t hurt,
    And nothing that seems to exist is quite real.”

    “Indeed, that’s the teaching passed down through time,
    That reality’s nature is more sublime
    Than what our senses tell us is true.
    Tell me, does this help when your problems climb?”

    “Well, Lama, I’ve tried to see through the veil,
    To treat life’s hard knocks as just details that fail
    To pierce the true nature of ultimate truth—
    But hunger still hungers, and storms still assail.

    “The sunrise still wakes me, the night makes me sleep,
    My heart still can love, and my eyes still can weep,
    Each moment feels solid, each pain cuts as sharp
    As if this illusion weren’t merely skin-deep.”

    “You speak what you find with admirable sight.
    The world does persist, through both day and night,
    Appearing exactly, in every small way,
    As if the illusion were really quite right.”

    “But Lama, this puzzles my practical mind:
    If something looks real, and no test can find
    A difference between the false and the true,
    Then what does it mean to leave reality behind?”

    “Ah now, dear seeker, you touch something deep—
    The paradox many find hard to keep:
    How can the unreal seem perfectly real,
    Yet still be untrue as a dream in our sleep?

    “For when I am hungry, rice fills my bowl,
    And when I am weary, rest makes me whole,
    Each cause has effect, each action bears fruit,
    As if the illusion were truth’s very soul.

    “You notice with wisdom how things seem to be,
    How perfectly matched is all that we see,
    How every detail of life’s complex dance
    Performs as if real—that’s the mystery.”

    “Then Lama, forgive me, but I must say plain:
    A difference that makes no difference at train
    Of thought or experience, action or choice,
    Seems rather like truth with a different name.”

    “You’ve stumbled on something worth contemplating—
    Perhaps the distinction we’ve been debating
    Is itself an illusion, a conceptual trap,
    A duality not worth celebrating.”

    “Are you saying, Lama, the teaching itself
    Might be like a book on the wisdom shelf
    That points to a truth beyond true and false,
    Beyond the division of self and not-self?”

    “Now there’s a question worth sitting with long,
    As deep as a temple bell’s evening song!
    Perhaps the real truth lies not in the words,
    But in seeing through both ‘right’ and ‘wrong.’”

    “So whether it’s real or a dream that we see,
    The point isn’t arguing what it might be,
    But living each moment with full presence here,
    Accepting what is, letting all else flow free?”

    “Your wisdom grows like a lotus in rain,
    Finding truth beyond pleasure and pain.
    The question of real versus unreal fades
    When we stop trying to grasp and explain.”

    “Then maybe the teaching’s not meant to deny
    The world that we live in, or label as lie
    The experiences filling our everyday lives,
    But to free us from concepts that make the soul sigh?”

    “You’ve touched the heart of the matter at last:
    The teaching’s not meant to deny what is vast
    And present before us, but free us to live
    Unbound by the concepts we cling to so fast.”

    "So Lama, perhaps we can say this is true:
    The world that we live in, both ancient and new,
    Is neither illusion nor solid-set fact,
    But something more subtle, seen fresh and anew?”

    “Now that’s a wisdom worth taking to heart—
    Beyond the false wisdom of tearing apart
    What’s real and unreal, true self and false self,
    Is simply this moment, where all things start.”
  • What exactly is Process Philosophy?
    Space-time energy is doomed to entropic anihilation ; so where did our limited supply come from?Gnomon

    Heck if I know; I'm on vacation…

    To the Ends of the Universe: A Cosmic Road Trip

    The Departure

    I took a road trip through the universe recently,
    Rolled down the windows of my consciousness,
    Cranked up some space-time tunes real loud—
    The cosmic background radiation was a bit repetitive.

    Holy-moly, what an inhospitable joint!
    Forget about finding a decent truck stop
    Or even a patch of habitable space.
    I’d rather be stuck in rush hour in Melbourne.

    The Void

    96% of everything was invisible stuff—
    Dark energy pushing, dark matter lurking;
    Like driving through Nebraska at midnight
    With no headlights and a broken compass.

    The other 4% was mostly cosmic litter:
    Hydrogen loitering on street corners,
    Helium hanging out in bad neighborhoods,
    And dust that would never settle down.

    Man, I’m starting to miss Toronto’s winters—
    At least there you can wear enough layers.
    Out here it’s absolute zero or plasma inferno,
    No comfy medium for flesh and bone.

    The Design Flaw

    Whatever cosmic architect drew up these plans
    Clearly wasn’t thinking about the tenants;
    No OSHA regulations, no safety rails,
    Just vacuum, radiation, and chaos galore.

    Evolution had to work overtime for billions of years
    Just to make Earth somewhat livable,
    Like a contractor fixing a badly built house
    While the foundation’s still settling.

    And even then we almost got evicted
    By asteroids, volcanoes, and ice ages,
    Our species squeezed through a genetic bottleneck
    So tight you could count our ancestors on fingers and toes.

    The Stellar Tour

    Passed by some stellar graveyards,
    Where white dwarfs sat cooling their heels;
    Saw nurseries of baby stars throwing tantrums,
    Spewing stellar winds across their cosmic cribs.

    Watched black holes playing vacuum cleaners,
    Sucking up anything that came too close;
    While supernovas lit up the neighborhood
    Like cosmic fireworks gone terribly wrong.

    The Pit Stop

    Made a quick stop at that famous restaurant
    At the universe’s outer rim—
    The one with good food but no atmosphere!
    Their health inspection rating was abysmal.

    The menu was pretty limited:
    Everything pre-cooked by background radiation,
    Microwaved to three degrees Kelvin,
    Served on a plate of quantum fluctuations.

    The Wasteland

    What a cosmic dump of celestial debris!
    A wilderness of wreckage stretching forever,
    Like a junkyard that goes on for infinity
    In every conceivable direction and dimension.

    Not a single ‘Rest Area Next Exit’ sign,
    No ‘Gas, Food, Lodging’ for light years,
    Just emptiness occasionally interrupted
    By things that could kill you instantly.

    The Return

    Back home now, counting my lucky quarks,
    Realizing that after 14 billion years
    Of cosmic evolution’s trial and error,
    We somehow slipped through probability’s fingers.

    Like winning the lottery while being struck by lightning
    During a solar eclipse on a leap year—
    We beat odds so astronomical
    They don’t even have numbers for them.

    The Punchline

    Oh wait—what’s that in the rear-view mirror?
    A mountain-sized rock with Earth in its GPS?
    All that cosmic luck about to cash out
    Like a rigged slot machine’s final spin.

    Well, it was fun while it lasted.
    The house always wins in the end.
    At least we got to see the show
    Before the curtain came crashing down.

    The Epilogue

    Just another day in the cosmos,
    Where time deals exclusively in infinities,
    And life is just a temporary glitch
    In the universal operating system.

    Perhaps somewhere past Andromeda
    There’s a better-designed universe
    With comfortable temperatures
    And free parking for conscious beings.

    But I doubt it.
  • What exactly is Process Philosophy?
    I believe absolute fundamentality can only really be found in the void itself, as a property of space one might say.punos

    :up:

    I think that's why they are called 'elementary' instead; however, they are directly quanta of fields.

    Another video from today - that's mostly what I do every day:



    When the universe ends—sparse photons left…

    The last black holes will whisper to the void,
    Their Hawking radiation’s fading song
    A requiem for galaxies long dead,
    For stars that danced and planets that once bloomed;

    Yet in that darkness sleeps infinite seed,
    The quantum foam of possibility,
    Where virtual particles embrace and part
    Like thoughts within the cosmic mind unborn.

    The vacuum teems with spectral symmetries,
    Mathematics’ ghosts that never sleep,
    Platonic forms in timeless hibernation
    Awaiting their next chance to manifest.

    In this great pause between the cosmic acts,
    The stage is empty but the script remains,
    Written in the grammar of pure space,
    In laws that transcend any single world.

    Perhaps some deeper rhythm pulses here
    In realms where time itself dissolves to now,
    Where every ending holds beginning’s heart,
    And death is just geometry in flux.

    The constants and the forces hibernate
    Like winter seeds beneath dimensional frost,
    Until conditions ripen once again
    For space and time to blossom into form.

    See how the void begins to ripple now
    With fluctuations in the quantum deep,
    As virtual becomes the actual,
    And possibility ignites to mass.

    The eternal math starts singing once again,
    Its abstractions clothing themselves in fire,
    As from the ashes of our universe,
    Another cosmos learns to read its lines.
  • What exactly is Process Philosophy?
    In quantum field theory particles are excitations of underlying quantum property fields rather than discrete, static objects.punos

    Really great post!

    aside: Do the one-third charges of quarks make them suspect of not being elemental/fundamental?

    Here's a song video that I made today, somewhat pertaining; turn on closed captions (CC) to see the words in the video:



    The weave of the quantum fields as strokes writes…
    (The letters of the elemental bytes—
    The alphabet of the standard model…)

    Each galaxy a grand epic unfolds,
    As dark matter’s grammar shapes and upholds
    The syntax of celestial motion,
    While space-time’s meter measures and molds.

    Like metaphors that bridge world and mind,
    Consciousness emerges, strange and refined,
    From neural verses sparking patterns
    That mirror cosmic rhythms intertwined.

    The double helix writes in four-base ink
    Life’s endless variations, link by link,
    Each mutation a new metaphor
    Teaching matter new ways to think.

    Black holes compress whole libraries of space
    Into singular points of time and grace,
    Where information dances on edges,
    Neither lost nor found—just changing its face.

    Through quantum entanglement’s subtle rhyme,
    Particles poetry-slam through space-time,
    Speaking in spooky correlations
    That make Einstein’s certainties sublime.

    We are stanzas in this cosmic text,
    Each generation writing what comes next,
    Adding chapters to evolution’s tale,
    As simple atoms grow more complex.

    The vacuum teems with virtual verse,
    Particles borrowing time to rehearse
    Their brief soliloquies of being,
    Before returning to the universe.
  • What exactly is Process Philosophy?
    Methinks they don't fully grasp how just seeing things as processes is a bad thing. For one it would be like saying that individuals don't exist.Darkneos

    But the semblance and the process continue on.

    Change, change, change… constant change, as fast as it
    Can happen—the speed of light being foremost
    The speed of causality—o’er 13 billion years now,
    From the simple on up to the more complex.

    The ‘vacuum’ has to e’er jitter and sing,
    This Base Existent forced as something,
    Due to the nonexistence of ‘Nothing’;
    If it ‘tries’ to be zero, it cannot.

    At the indefinite quantum level,
    Zero must be fuzzy, not definite;
    So it can’t be zero, but has to be
    As that which is ever up to something.
  • The Self-Negating Cosmos: Rational Genesis, and The Logical Foundations of the Quantum Vacuum
    Coolpunos

    So, how come there are only those few number of ways to make the stable particles? What underlies the perfect symmetry for the stable electron, proton, and photon?

    It must have to do with the nature of waves… such as charge could have to do with the wave amplitude being above or below the zero point of the something and the anti-something.

    — Wave Properties Clues —

    Wave length makes for mass and its extension,
    While the wave frequency makes for energy,
    And the wave amplitude makes for charge.
    The wave is both the ‘what’ and its effects.

    — The Impossible Particles —

    No wonder there can be no
    Stable neutral matter particles
    And no stable charged energy particle;
    There are no ways to make them.
  • The Self-Negating Cosmos: Rational Genesis, and The Logical Foundations of the Quantum Vacuum
    the 3 fundamental values (0, -1, +1)punos

    — Two is the Limit For Stable Matter —

    There are only two stable matter particles
    In free space—the electron(-) and the proton(+),
    As ever charged, although oppositely,
    Along with their anti-particles, of course.

    — Of Only Two Ways —

    Therefore, as for electrons and protons,
    There are only the two ways to make them,
    As well as the two and only two ways
    To make positrons and anti-protons.

    — The Unstable Neutral Matter Particle—

    Neutrons are not stable in free space,
    For they decay, within a few minutes,
    Into an electron and positron pair,
    So neutrons are not as stable things.

    — The Energy of the One Way—

    There’s but one stable energy particle
    In free space—the photon, uncharged, as neutral,
    It having no anti-particle at all.
    So, there’s only one way to make pure energy.
  • Tao follows Nature
    As for the Ultimate, in my personal philosophy, it is identical to Reality itself, not to Nature, nor to Tao.

    Does that make sense?
    Arcane Sandwich

    Yes, if one considers the message that comes through, regardless of the implementation that is only the messenger, kind of analogous to music as the message, whether from a live band or a studio recording.
  • AXIARCHISM as 21st century TAOISM
    Perhaps Energy (causation), which is neither created nor destroyed, is the invisible God of Taoism. :smile:Gnomon

    This is akin to the Zero-Point Energy that isn't zero and causes everything.

    There! We have named the Tao!
  • Tao follows Nature
    What has been is contained in the present as memory (space), and what will be is contained in the potential of the present state of space, determined by the memory of the past. The future does not exist, but its determinants do exist in the presentpunos



    The Trio

    Memory’s ideas recall the last heard tone;
    Sensation savors what is presently known;
    Imagination anticipates coming sounds;
    The delight is such that none could produce alone.

    Like orchestras that weave their music bright,
    From strings of past and present and delight,
    In future notes that hover just ahead—
    Our minds compose their symphonies of sight.

    The senses drink the moment’s flowing wine,
    While memory’s cellars store each vintage fine,
    And fancy spreads its wings to catch the breeze
    Of possibilities that might combine.

    What echoes linger in the chambers deep,
    Where yesterday’s sweet songs still softly sleep?
    What present bells ring clear in morning air?
    What future chimes does hope in waiting keep?

    The now flows swift between what was and might,
    Like rivers fed by streams of past delight,
    While dreams cast forward like the morning sun
    To paint tomorrow’s canvas burning bright.

    Three sisters weave the tapestry of mind:
    One reads the patterns time has left behind,
    One threads the needle of the present hour,
    One spins the gold of what we hope to find.

    In wisdom’s garden, three flowers grow:
    The pressed rose of the past we used to know,
    The blooming lily of the present day,
    The budding promise of tomorrow's show.

    Without the past to give the present weight,
    Without the now to make tomorrow great,
    Without the dream of what is yet to be—
    Each faculty alone stands incomplete.

    So let them dance, these powers of the soul,
    Let memory and sense make fancy whole,
    For in their triple-braided harmony
    Lives wisdom that transcends each single role.

    The sweetest music needs all strings to play,
    The brightest rainbow needs each colored ray,
    And consciousness requires its triple light
    To illuminate our brief and wondrous way.
  • Tao follows Nature
    What has been is contained in the present as memory (space), and what will be is contained in the potential of the present state of space, determined by the memory of the past. The future does not exist, but its determinants do exist in the present. So, in essence, this is how i define the past and present in my own understanding. Does this address the issue you raised?punos

    Yes, that's good. What a high frame rate the universe has! It's astronomical! High resolution, too.

    I'm also looking to see if there is any kind of quantum guidance principle to what goes on, although the universe really seems to be a colossal waste of material, extravagant to the max, burning and exploding all over the place, and freezing in between. And today there is a big snow storm happening in New York to be followed by single digit temperatures.

    So, here we go, in an entertaining video made by putting words into invideo, in generative mode, to look for clues, from creatures between man and angel, such as from the cosmic alphabet of the standard model, ending up finding a poetic uni-verse. I wish I knew more about what I meant in some of it.



    Introduction

    From quantum non-locality and entanglement, we know that information is more primary than distance, and that objects don’t have to have the appearance of being near each other to be related or to cause an effect.

    Everything connected to everything would seem to be a ‘perception’ as far as one could be had by the entangled network. The all-at-once connections, as like in a hologram, would seem to provide for the direction of what goes on in the overall information process.

    I am thinking like a yogi and a guru, the entire cosmos situated within me.

    Quantum non-locality seems to imply that every region of space is in instant and constant contact with every other, perhaps even in time as well, and so the holistic universe is governed by the property of the solitary whole; thus, that could be the underlying guidance principle. An individual particle might ‘know’ something about what to do, acting according to all the others, as in relationism.

    Thus both our consciousness and the holistic universe, each having a singular nature, could be the clue. Maybe they are of the same basis of fundamental consciousness, but separate, as two manifestations, each controlling a different realm, such as internal and external, our internal consciousness giving us ‘future’, and the external consciousness granting ‘future’ to the universe. I don't know which has the tougher job.

    Lee Smolin has it that qualia are intrinsic, as fundamental, and Chalmers has it that information is fundamental and can express itself in two ways, in consciousness and in matter.

    Quantum entanglement suggests that each particle has the entire 3-D or 4-D 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. This may not seem to be saying a whole lot, in depth, but since the quantum realm is beneath everything then one would surmise that it must have all to do with everything that goes on.

    It is still that the apparent atoms and molecules make the happenings, via physical-chemical reactions; however, this observation cannot be equated to an ‘explanation’, for we must wonder what underlies the chemical mattering and reacting that seems to have a unity of direction to it.

    — Austin P. Torney


    To the Quantum Depths of the Poetic Universe

    I had finished with the yogis and the gurus, and the seers and the oracles only know of the future; so, I surmised, to uncover the deepness of the present, for nature and the conscious animates, I must seek out Nature’s Great Poet in her Uni-verse, in order to fully apprehend the ethereal phantasms of the entangled and enchanted branches in the forest of nature, bringing them into the light.

    Fortunately, I was a poet myself, and so I could gain entrance to the elfin dell, as a human, having to first pass through the neophytes, resisting their temptations and spells; however, the sensual can often take a back seat to the intellectual, although the ecstasy can be similar.

    I had been to Elf-lande once before, bringing my epic poem, ‘Flora Symbolica’, unto them, and writing up the results in ‘Elfin Legends’, and so they had bid me to return one day on a quest.

    Theirs was more of an ethereal world, whereas mine was often clunky, except when I dreamt at night, and it was time for me to wander again, to ask about and better understand the quantum guidance principle, especially learning from those closer to nature and the heavens, they being the elven mixture of spirit–angel beings and humans, and thus aware of the causal nexus.

    I flew to England, to the special forest fairy Kingdom, near Gallienne’s old haunts, and waited for the funnel to open up into the tunnel, and then I came out into their fairy realm and walked on for a full day, seeing no one straight out yet, just sideward waverings, but noting many new colors heretofore unknown, as there were more waves and frequencies here.

    Here the blesséd and haunted old forest,
    Whereat the base of an oak I rest,
    While all about lay wondrous deep coverts,
    And a green-turfed path that leads o’er a crest.


    They all knew what I was after, as evidenced in the first encounter.

    “To pass and learn of the connectedness of all things, you must kiss me, after which I’ll give you your first clue.”

    The kiss vibrated deep within my being, and I felt it to my core, and then she related, “All of life’s entities embrace one another, including cells, organisms, species, and biotope”.

    “Um, I have to go.”

    “Stay with me tonight.”

    I was on my way again the next morning, the hours having flown by, as when Einstein had sat next to a pretty girl and had noted the much quicker passage of time, over the slower passage of his instant of touching a hot stove.

    I learned more as I meandered through the labyrinth of the forest and met another beautiful creature.

    She said, “Hold me tight and love me, and I will unveil some of the poetic structure afterward.”

    Well, two days went by, and she revealed more of my quest, “Living conscious creatures are as a poem, they ever revealing further dimensions and expressing new properties at every level of organization, via strokes, letters, phonemes, words, phrases, and sentences, in and of a uni-verse of rhythm, reason, rhyme, meter, metric, and melody. This relates to the quantum All.”

    I was hungry for the continuation of life’s quantum poem, and hoped I’d be able to move on more quickly, but her allure was testing my resolve; however, she told me something very soon after we’d rubbed our cheeks together, “Meanings in life are not just discovered or gleaned by mere observation but by understanding through participation, these informationally derived meanings combined to make sense in a non-reductive process, as in the relational reality of life happening at our semantical level of syntactical information exchange, with no breaking of any of the holistic connections, all this as the epic whole of the book of nature.”

    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 All.


    “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.”

    "She continued," “The actual reality is quantum fields.”

    After two weeks with her, I had to survive the passage through the land of skulls and roses.

    Finally, I emerged, unscathed, into the Land of Spring, and found out about more about growth.

    “There are no objects that are identical with themselves over time, and so the temporal sequence remains open. Nature is a ‘possibility gestalt’, with the world forming anew each moment, from the deeper, enfolded realm, which is a unity in the sense of an indivisible ‘potentiality’ which can realize itself in many possible ways, it not being a strict sum of the partial states.”

    ‘Twas that time of morn when the exiled rise,
    Thrown to time’s Earthly bondage through the skies,
    Being for an hour their own Heavenly selves,
    Their full glory unhidden by disguise.


    “It still appears to us, though, that the world consists of parts that have continued from ‘a moment ago’, and thus retain their identity in time; yet, matter really only appears secondarily, as a congealed potentiality.”

    These forest fairies, dryads, nymphs, and fauns,
    Ever flash their nude blossoms on the lawns.
    They beckon me along, for through the air
    I pass thoughts of love, verses, and songs.


    “In a stable configuration of matter, such as in the inanimate, all the quantum uncertainties are effectively statistically averaged out, this thus ever being deterministic; but in the case of the statically unstable but dynamically stable configurations the ‘lively’ features of the underlying quantum structure have a chance to surface to the macroscopic level.”

    And so they tell more, “Physical phenomena are made of information processors that generate overlappings of correlated multi–dimensional wave fields which are propagating through time, as fields of possibility, whose intensity is a measure of the probability of an object-like realization.”

    The life of her face is in her deep blue eyes,
    Soft-lipped mouth, and the ears that pointed rise,
    As the moon and stars reflect in a pool,
    Which look as for a lifetime pours surprise.


    “So, there is form before substance, relationality before a materiality that is of a secondary arising and importance, its information being primary. Impressions of realizations are left in our world by the gestalt that ‘lives’ in the multidimensional spaces of quantum superpositional possibility.”

    I dive into her eyes, her soulful gate,
    And worship before her heart’s flaming grate,
    Midst flowers in the gardens of her dreams,
    Then whirl back up through her eyes as her mate.


    “There are no point masses then, but only smudged particles, such as we know of in the space-filling representations of the distribution of electrons in the shells of atoms—called the ‘cloud’.

    “What remains unchanged over time are certain properties that find expression in the laws of conservation of energy, momentum, electrical charge, etc., these necessarily being closer to the basis of all.”

    At last, I met the ultimate Poet, the Elfin Queen, who told, “There is a relationship structure that arises not only from the manifold and the complicated interactions of the imagined building blocks of matter, but also one that is substantially more inherent and holistic.”

    She continued, “So, then, the weaves, warps, and woofs of the quantum bits as strokes makes for the letters of the elementals, as in the alphabet of the standard model, forming the words as the atoms that go on to form the molecules as the phrases, on into cells as sentences, up to the paragraphs of the organisms, and unto the stories of the species, via the unity of life’s conscious literature as the unified verse in which we live out our poems.”

    I’m left with a feeling that’s no mere spell,
    But a fact in Heaven that’s fancy in Hell,
    Of elemental affinity’s flame,
    Deeper than thought, much older than speech can tell.


    I had discovered The Poetic Universe.

    I headed back home, this taking a few months, never stepping into the same universe twice, or even once. Funny thing, I thought, they didn’t use poems in what they told me, but, then again, they are as living poetic forms themselves.
  • Tao follows Nature
    I definitely do not believe in the all-at-once block universepunos

    I don't either, as per the Presentism advanced by Lee Smolin.

    I'm glad you're on the forum: you have a lot to offer!

    From my notes looking into the two modes of time, only to note that both seem to have some problems left to work out:

    Bolstering Eternalism by diminishing the alternative of Presentism:

    There are damning problems with the scheme of Presentism as a sequence of nows with the past not kept and the future not yet existing, the first problem being its unrelenting besiegement by Einstein’s relativity of simultaneity.

    Second, the turning of a ‘now’ into the next ‘now’ sits on the thinnest knife edge imaginable, the previous ‘now’ wholly consumed in the making of the new ‘now’ all over the universe at once in a dynamical updating—the present now exhausting all reality. The incredibly short Planck time could be the processing time.

    Third, what is going to exist or was existent, as the presentist must refer to as ‘to be’ or ‘has been’ is indicated as coming or going and is thus inherent in the totality of what is, and so Presentism has no true ‘nonexistence’ of the future and the past—which means that there is no contrast between a real future and an unreal future, for what is real or exists can have no opposite to form a contrast class.


    The Con to the Timeless: (from Gisin)

    In a predetermined world in which time only seems to unfold, exactly what will happen for all time actually had to be set from the start, with the initial state of every single particle encoded with infinitely many digits of precision. Otherwise there would be a time in the far future when the clockwork universe itself would break down.

    But information is physical. Modern research shows that it requires energy and occupies space. Any volume of space is known to have a finite information capacity (with the densest possible information storage happening inside black holes). The universe’s initial conditions would require far too much information crammed into too little space. A real number with infinite digits can’t be physically relevant. The block universe, which implicitly assumes the existence of infinite information, must fall apart.
  • Tao follows Nature
    Change is the only constant. It is only the Tao that changes without changing. The constancy of change is what remains unchanging and thus constant throughout time.punos

    In what we can now get at through science, it would be the quantum fields that naturally arrange into quanta.
  • Tao follows Nature
    i take Taoist principles to heart i use those principles to understand my world better as well, and that includes my understanding of science and other fields.punos

    I need to know whether time is linear, as in Presentism, or if there is an all-at-once block-universe, as in Eternalism. No one yet seems to know, since both modes of time would appear the same to us. I'm stuck having to always figure out things two ways.
  • Tao follows Nature
    I'm a monist, and thus i believe that whatever things are, they are made of one "thing" or, more precisely, one "non-thing".punos

    Perhaps shorten this to "I'm a monist, and thus i believe that whatever things are, they are made of one "thing", for the Tao would be the only fact, as you said, ever identical to itself, as the only real thing, whereas the temporaries from it are never identical to themselves over time, but are semblances, such as the sun burning its fuel, but remaining as a sun semblance to us.

    It appears to some, not us though, that the world consists of parts that have continued from a moment ago, and thus retain their identity in time; yet, they don’t.
  • Tao follows Nature
    Zero can be decomposed into two opposing values such as -1 and +1 which, when recombined, return to a 0 value (from nothing, to something, back to nothing). The interesting thing is that even though this zero was decomposed into two numbers, the zero that manifested these two numbers is still there as zero along with the two values. The result is not just (-1) and (+1), but the original 0 remains unchanged.punos

    Or… similar?

    The Math

    0/0 = n (all variations), since any n times 0 = 0,
    So, 0/0 is as nonexistence divided by itself
    Into all of the various relative states;

    Zero is the greatest number, for it represents
    The sum of negative and positive infinities.
    Note that an actual infinity cannot be,
    For it cannot be capped, and thus has no being.

    Talking to the Lama who lives near me…

    I said to the Great Lama, “I’ve heard that this world isn’t really real, for it is an illusion, that we shouldn’t worry about the rain or about life’s tribulations.”

    “That’s what we believe. Tell me, does that work?”

    “Well, um, does not life’s existence look, seem, and act just the way it would, in every detail, as if it were really real?”

    “Yes, indeed. Exactly. That’s what they say makes for the greatest illusion of all.”

    “I hate to say this, but a ‘difference’ that makes no difference Is no difference. If I use an mp3 player the music is still the message, regardless of the messenger, the implementation.”

    “I think you’re onto something. I get the message!”

    The Zero-Point of creation-annihilation
    Is extended into a faux reality.

    Our parentheses in eternity
    Flashes as a twinkling, but’s extended
    By ‘time’ into a phantasmic life dream
    That’s ‘existent' the same as if it were.

    A life dream’s like a rainbow, not really there,
    A false phenomenon become tangible
    As temporary, this faux true,
    Molding transient significance.
    In the Eye of the Beholder.
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