The Smallest Thing There Is

The science of quantum physics, or the world of the very small.
By Douglas Duncan

Did you ever ask as a child, “What is the very smallest thing that there is?”, or “How small can something be before it becomes nothing?” Asking those two questions usually give rise to the grander third one, “What is the opposite of the universe?” Well, it is just a theory at this point, as there is currently no technological way of observing; but quantum physicists now theorize that the at the very bottom of the ladder, is nothing more than vibrating bits of oscillating waves, that for now, can only be described as ‘strings’. They conjecture two types… ‘open’ and ‘closed’ strings.

Traveling down through the world of the very small… smaller than the atom, smaller than protons or neutrons, smaller than electrons, still smaller than neutrinos and quarks, continuing downward beyond photons and gluons, we finally arrive at the point where ‘No man has gone before’.

There really is no way to explain String Theory, to most of us, but I researched and sought for the least technical article on the subject, and have included it below.

Just make an attempt to read through it, maybe twice, and you may (or may not) begin to see what the physicists are discussing.

I like the guitar string analogy best, as I would say that most people have observed how a plucked guitar string appears to look like a bunch of strings as it’s vibrating. By the way, cats go crazy when you pluck a string in front of them because they see every one of those vibrations as a single string.

I found the following article on string theory to be extremely enlightening and it is written with a more fundamental and easier to understand explanation. Even so, you still have to concentrate some (or at least browse what makes sense), but it will serve as an excellent beginners guide, and you will be able to discuss and learn further about our quantum universe from gaining a handle on it here.


Article:
Think of a guitar string that has been tuned by stretching the string under tension across the guitar. Depending on how the string is plucked and how much tension is in the string, different musical notes will be created by the string. These musical notes could be said to be excitation modes of that guitar string under tension.

In a similar manner, in string theory, the elementary particles we observe in particle accelerators could be thought of as the “musical notes” or excitation modes of elementary strings.

In string theory, as in guitar playing, the string must be stretched under tension in order to become excited. However, the strings in string theory are floating in space-time; they aren’t tied down to a guitar. Nonetheless, they have tension. The string tension in string theory is denoted by the quantity 1/(2 p a’), where a’ is pronounced “alpha prime” and is equal to the square of the string length scale.

If string theory is to be a theory of quantum gravity, then the average size of a string should be somewhere near the length scale of quantum gravity, called the Planck length, which is about 10-33 centimeters, or about a millionth of a billionth of a billionth of a billionth of a centimeter. Unfortunately, this means that strings are way too small to see by current or expected particle physics technology (or financing!!) and so string theorists must devise more clever methods to test the theory than just looking for little strings in particle experiments.

String theories are classified according to whether or not the strings are required to be closed loops, and whether or not the particle spectrum includes fermions. In order to include fermions in string theory, there must be a special kind of symmetry called supersymmetry, which means for every boson (particle that transmits a force) there is a corresponding fermion (particle that makes up matter). So supersymmetry relates the particles that transmit forces to the particles that make up matter.

Supersymmetric partners to currently known particles have not been observed in particle experiments, but theorists believe this is because supersymmetric particles are too massive to be detected at current accelerators. Particle accelerators could be on the verge of finding evidence for high energy supersymmetry in the next decade.

Evidence for supersymmetry at high energy would be compelling evidence that string theory was a good mathematical model for Nature at the smallest distance scales.


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Vicissitudes from the Hollow

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By Douglas L. Duncan

Eleven years lived in eastern Kentucky.
Eleven long years where the sun flickers light.
Encompassed by mountains, that reach to the heavens.
Gazing up, thru a portal of stars in the night.

Where trash bags and milk jugs float down the Tug River,
and the coal smoke from chimneys add soot to the rain.
There’s no warmth in the hollows, no hope for the miner,
and the floods and the forest fires make known their claim.

Man’s not meant to live there, corn grows on the hillside,
and they gather the ears to the bins by the stills.
Then they turn it to whiskey, and give it to family,
who drink to forget all their troubles and ills.

I am blessed to have lived there, and I’ve learned a great lesson.
Never walk thru this life, with a longing for gold.
Be grateful for sunshine, be grateful for breakfast.
And remember the place, whence this story is told.


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Think Speak

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In George Orwell’s novel 1984, ‘Think-Speak’ is the name of a universal language of permissible word usage in a dismal dystopian future, whose purpose is to convey a structured monologue of the goings on of daily life, with the goal of having everyone be aligned on thought while eliminating all emotion during the course of communication.

My Definition of ‘Think Speak’, unlike Orwell’s, retains emotions and is the act of condensing a more complete, comprehensive thought process that one has just broken down (analyzed) into its constituent parts within their mind. This summary is stated as a quote, cliche or perhaps an abbreviated ‘short line’ they have just coined themselves.

For example, one has been thinking extensively about how they have spent their life’, or, they have just completed breaking down all the aspects of a particular issue or situation. All of a sudden, a ‘Think Speak’ pops into their head, so they summarily utter something peculiar such as “Life’s Been Good So Far”, or “You can never go back” (i.e. you burned the bridges), etc.

Again, when they realize that they have exhausted the issue, a remembered phrase or quote may come to mind that nicely ‘sums’ up everything that was just pondered over. For them, it is like giving the mental work a title.

While this ‘Think Speak’ summarizing makes perfect sense to the one who worked through the thought process, it is apt to sound or appear (if written) to another, as ambiguous or confusing. It might be construed as a parable or quote that doesn’t fit within the present conversation. It may indeed seem that the one doing the ‘Think Speak’ has simply lost their mind.

The caveat of ‘Think Speak’ is that the recipient simply can’t read the thinker’s mind, although the thinker falsely assumes that the recipient’s mind is one with theirs so it must be a ‘given’.

Footnote:
‘The result of using ‘Think Speak’ is somewhat analogous to the humorous, well worn defining of the word ‘Assume’. To Assume, can often times make an ‘Ass of You and Me’.


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Brave New World Revisited

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It’s wonderful that we have conservative and liberal views in America, but the accelerating lack of rationality that is occurring in this twenty-first century is not wonderful. I’m not so much concerned about the country transcending into some new form of twenty-first century governing, as all governments eventually fade into history, usually lasting not much more than a couple hundred years. Even though I was brought up to be a conservative individual, and in fact am, I no longer lay claim to, nor participate in any political faction, for the simple reason that I have chosen to finish my days observing and philosophizing the human condition full time now, with no further interest in becoming caught up in its impassioned endeavors happening before my eyes; and none of these factions are even remotely capable of dealing with the much larger issue which presses upon me. In fact, without exemption, all political parties have become the most amplified and accurate reflection of the fallibility of the human condition. They know not what they do, yet they keep on plowing madly away at it, with an accelerated momentum.

This past decade has revealed to me an exponentially growing viciousness between political sides. I observe an increase in ‘cut-throat’ tactics on a level never before witnessed… a level which now revelates visions of assassinations and an ever growing likelihood of civil war, all for the attempted fulfillment of settling a list of decades (if not centuries) old grievances that would fill a chasm, and in reality could never be completely agreed upon; and this is an example of the elements of the condition that truly concerns me regarding the social sanity of the American citizen.

A specific alternative government doesn’t weigh very much in my mind as a path in which to solve the continuing degradation of the sociability of humanity. Short of global administering of George Orwell’s soma gum to sedate us all into a continual passive state, I am currently at a loss to see humanity ever transcending into that ‘Brave New World’ where all our grievances are finally dissipated once and for all.

We have so many innate flaws, like greed for example. Greed isn’t even a thing that is observed and learned. It comes built in, right out of the box, and no biology scientist or brain surgeon has a clue as to how it might be excised at birth, as simply as doing an excellent job of severing and tying off the umbilical cord. Watch two children sitting on the step eating their ice cream cones. One child gulps their cone down while the other slowly licks it, enjoying every moment. Suddenly the first child looks at the other and says, “I ate my ice cream cone, and now I want yours”. No one taught them that. Or the same two out on the lawn, and one picks up a Tonka truck and starts making motor sounds with their mouth, and the other one sees the enjoyment transpiring and tries to tear the truck away from the happy child, which now becomes a fight with crying and shouting ensuing. Did you teach those children to do that Mom? I didn’t think so… And with inborn issues like this, humanity is already predisposed to self destruction (or even annihilation).

We are at an ominous crossroads at this point in linear time. I observe the differing sides, and not just the political arena, but our own smaller groups and personal interactions as well, and that is where my concerns lie, although I’ll be gone soon enough, which raises the question,”Why be concerned at all?” I’ve a feeling the philosophical observer has some sort of sense of responsibility regardless of a total lack of time or ability to wave a magic wand. Feminists have struggled for decades to make their gains. The gay community has struggled for decades to make their gains, and an entire array of other social groups have struggled to make their gains. My concern is real, and human history clearly shows that all the struggling in the world can come to a vicious and horrendous end at the drop of a hat (or axe), if we steer too haphazardly into the next era.

Why have we become so acutely piqued at issues that used to more appropriately cause our brows to furl, and to then place said issue into our think tanks for later discussion and discernment using rationale? Why are we all on such a razor edge with this generation, and so full of the fallacy of, “My way or the highway… and I mean Right Now!” Is this forever going to be the curse of the homosapient? Are we pre-programmed to be stuck in this singular mode? Are we helpless all the way to our own undoing then?

Well, I for one would like to finish this life, having some sort of positive proof that these conditions are not unalterable, and that as a social animal with access to intelligence and reasoning at the ready, we might at least begin a brave… new… and different world. In the meantime, I’ll continue observing and thinking, and if I have a great epiphany of the solution, I’ll certainly be letting you know.

Douglas L. Duncan


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A Story for Brother Abel

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Chapter One

It was once a very lonely place for God in His first, and as yet, only heavenly realm at some distant epoch so far back it cannot be fathomed by the human mind. It will forever be a complete unknown as to just how long He existed there in an endless enigma of solitude… but I will weave you a child’s’ story of what eventually happens when an all-knowing Creator, or any other intelligent being experiences too much solitude for too long a time.

When He had finally been alone for so long that agitation and frustration set into his very being… it occurred to Him to create an endless sea of beings for company, having the same physical appearance as you and I, and having similar senses as us, like seeing, touching, hearing and speaking. And oh, my could they ever sing! These new beings He called angels.

Like everything God creates, He was very pleased with his new angels, but it was not too long after making them that He found himself still feeling strangely alone despite having all these wonderful new creatures surrounding Him. And even though He loved them very much, something decidedly was still not quite right, because He began noticing they were all just following Him about, moving in waves like a massive school of fish swimming as though they were a single living thing in the sea, and having been simply thought into existence, He soon realized that they did not have any past experiences or original thoughts and ideas to share with Him. Nor did they show any signs of wanting to learn more beyond the music they loved and were so proficient at.

For all the angels’ beauty that God bestowed upon them, the sum of their knowledge consisted only of their own unadventurous ‘in-the-moment’ interactions among themselves and the unanimous awareness that God had made them. They felt the compelling need to honor Him with their smiles and beautiful singing of eloquent compositions of praise, but there was never any need to search for Him or knock at His proverbial door, because He was already there with them all the time, and they knew that they knew that… so that was pretty much the limit of the angels company for God.

The creation of the angels was simply not enough. They were still coming up short of His need and longing for a deeper sharing of knowledge and concepts, and of feeling love at a personal ‘one on one’ level that could ultimately extinguish His longing for sharing His innermost thoughts both now and for all eternity.

And so, after yet another unknown epoch of unsatiated and racking loneliness passed by, along with further weighing of the angelic limitations versus the full criteria of what God really desired for companionship, He suddenly had His greatest of all epiphanies, and He excitedly addressed His three selves.

“I have it!… If we really want sentient beings that can uniquely love and loathe, be sorrowful and feel joy in varying degrees, interact and dialog with us, have genuine multi-faceted feelings and offer original concepts, then we need to create beings that are dangerously close to being fully like us, and have the ability to make their own choices, just as we do…”

“And now I’ve deduced what has been missing all along! What we must do, is create beings that have the same mental capacities that We have, with limitations on power and the ability to use all that capacity for now of course. They must realize that ‘they are that they are’… that they ‘exist in the now’… that they are ‘fully conscious of themselves and each other’, unlike our lesser life forms. They have to be frail and weak, yet have a will of their own to make decisions, to be able to think unique ideas and have enough creativity to bring those ideas to fruition, They need to have emotions like love, anger, joy, sadness, anguish, fear, empathy, and above all, they need to share this same feeling of frustration and loneliness we are still feeling!”

“What I propose this time is that we create beings with much closer parallels to the imaging and construct of our own minds. As to the intricacies of how they might appear in the visual sense, that is not nearly as important right now. It is the independence of thought, and ‘creative thought processing’ that we have no other option but to focus on and endow them with. Anything less and this loneliness is never going to end for us.”

“Of course, having such advanced attributes inevitably means these beings are going to make their own decisions as to whom they choose to love and acknowledge as friend, and who they won’t. Which in turn means, we are going to end up painfully losing much of them from choosing to not be our friend, and if they despise us so, that they choose to not give us so much as their infinitesimal time of day, or worse yet, deny we even exist… well then, I am afraid I won’t be able to even look at them without becoming more upset than I already am with this infernal feeling of emptiness.

One thing is undeniably and excruciatingly certain with this plan as it must be executed, and that is the great loss of so many of my creation in order to finally attain a truly equal family to coexist with us; but I have thought it through for eons now and there is simply no shortcut or work-around for intelligent, harmonious compatibility with us. The inevitable loss to rejecting us gives me pause to ever create them, but this singular loneliness has become unbearable to me.

“These ones who shall breathe air and choose to turn from the beacon of light we shall provide to show the path here, and instead run away into the darkness, certainly cannot be permitted to step from temporal linear time, to eternally living right next to the few who do make the wiser choice to seek us, believing we exist without seeing before reaching our realm. Unfortunately, these ones will all have to be turned away as it is utterly unacceptable to have them here generating eternal chaos among those who love us. I cannot sanely coexist with dark behavior at my own door, and I simply won’t have it. I refuse to be the author of confusion and that is exactly what it would be to do anything less than separate the wheat from the chaff… and I’ll explain the wheat for food concept later.”

“By my careful calculations, the way it plays out now, we will have to reject over ninety-eight percent of every body-soul we create, which is going to be a terrible loss, and I am sorely perplexed for a real remedy to such a horrendous imbalance to the methodology of my proposal for beings devised to have so very much of our own characteristics. I must go and think upon all this for a time.”

Chapter Two

Later on, or about 1.2 billion earth orbits around its star:

“I was just over there at the ‘Creative Ideas Center’ working on something I call a giraffe, when I inadvertently brushed my hand against the perfectly good pomegranate I created earlier this morning, causing it to roll off the bench onto the perfectly good solid gold floor. Slightly irritated with myself, having had the maintenance angels polish the floor just last night, I grudgingly bent over with a frown on my face to pick up the now badly bruised fruit (a thirty mile drop from bench top to floor doesn’t give fruit a chance), and when I began to straighten up, my head hit right on the corner of the wood vise and that’s when it happened.”

“Eureka! I finally had the solution to my previous epiphany of creating beings who appear and cogitate as we do. I suppose you might call it an appendix epiphany to the original epiphany… or perhaps not… Whatever floats your ark, that’s what I always say. At any rate, I believe it is the perfect remedy to the problem of a relentless, much too high volume of lost souls with free will capability. That and I am completely exhausted trying to think of any other solution to my ‘lonely Creator’ issue.”
Naturally I am still going to have to work out all the little intricacies of the plan while I’m busy creating the physics of the humans’ temporal habitat by kick-starting it with the mother of all explosions, but on the face of it, it’s going to begin by comprising and merging a rather lengthy series of events along with multiple factors and elements, such as initially allowing everyone to fall out of good standing from the very beginning, evil, temptation, and then sending You down there later on Son to fix the subsequent mess. I’ll tell you more about that later… while you’re sitting down… with your feet up…

Finally, we’ll allow enough space-time to lapse in order to produce a vast sea of additional humans between when You get back here, and when We return, to complete the populating of them up here among their angel counterpart, and generally wind down the ongoing propagation of our semi-intelligent and wayward little life forms.

“I tell You what… I just traveled forward into man’s twenty-first century and retrieved some refreshment for us. Let us rest from our creative labors for now Son, and enjoy some of this unique Cabernet Sauvignon wine from Golan Heights Winery, and just sit back and listen to today’s concert by the Angelicas for a spell while I iron out some more of the finer details you’ll need to know later.

Here ya go… Have some of these excellent kippers I grabbed while I was there. They’re fresh Crasters from a little place called Northumberland… just caught this morning by Captain Matthew’s crew.

to be forever continued…
Douglas L. Duncan


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Presto! I’m Mark Zuckerberg

Greetings everyone! And for those of you who still may not recognize me… Yes, I am Mark Zuckerberg, and I’ll be your intellectual speaker this evening. First of all, I can’t tell you all what a thrill it is for me tonight, to be with all of you hard-working, down to earth, common folks… here at Martha’s Vineyard. Can we get that microphone turned up a little more please? Thank you guys. Well, I see we have the U.S. Representative for the great state of Massachusetts, Joe Kennedy and his family with us here tonight. Glad you could make it Joe! How are those kids? Alright! Can you people in the back hear me okay now? Yeh? That’s great! Wonderful… wonderful…

Well, I’m delighted to have this opportunity to address you all this evening, on the topic of peace and tolerance in this new age of ours, through digitally enhanced, thoughtful and continuous concessionism, and how that facilitates the greatest coming together of civilized man in history, beginning right out there on Facebook… which I created. Thank you… thank you. No. Please… Hold the applause. Really… you’re much too kind.

The news for the present is far from what our generation would hope for, my faithful followers. I have hosted several conferences at my corporate headquarters this past year with the greatest philosophers and men and women in the mental and neurological disciplines of our time, and it has unfortunately been concluded that there is currently zero percent chance of achieving continual ‘peace and tolerance’ as defined by Webster, anytime, anywhere, within the confines of existing societal structures. An indication in my book that something’s gotta give.

Whether it’s peace in the real-world, or the LCDs in the face, virtual world of social networking that I’ve hooked you all on, your brain’s easily pissed-off limbic system will continue to stay one step ahead of a practical lobotomy for now, and there simply isn’t enough Thorazine on the planet to knock the meanness out of every human being. In other words, I didn’t bring a magic peace potion in my pocket to send you home with tonight, so don’t post any threatening tweets to me tomorrow or I’ll ban your tukas from Facebook… unless you point a gun at me of course… in which case I’ll run like the Flash downstairs to the corporate bunker!

As for Facebook tolerance, the aforementioned experts also tell me that most of you are so buzzed on caffeine, pills or lack of sleep from morning ’til night, that you’ve got one eye permanently trained on the ‘Unfriend’ button, with your trigger finger on the mouse, itching to click the sucker or type “WTF?!” as soon as the next opposing comment shows up. So I began asking myself, “Mark, how is the whole, ‘Why can’t we all just get along’ thing ever going to work with already perpetual offense-defense wired brains that are now on steroids?”

Folks, raise your hands out there in the audience if you truly believe you can make it through an entire year on Facebook, without either inadvertently offending or taking issue with someone by giving voice to your now ‘has to be wrong’ belief systems and refusing to surrender unconditionally to that wonderful blameless soul’s last 20 agitating comments, and so prevent the loss of yet another ‘never met before’ friend being tossed out with yesterday’s trash. I see three hands way in the back there. Well, I’m sorry to inform you three, but the timeline of human behavioral patterns says you wont be able to do it for 365 days in a row because both you and your friend’s emotions are lurking behind the brain’s ancient amygdala, waiting to jump out and see how fast they can open or shut the door in your faces; and it only gets exacerbated in the virtual world as one habitually perceives the other as never quite up to their level of knowing and in need of being shown the real facts of the matter. Shame on you barbaric cave dwellers! Catch up with the times why don’t ya.

Now here’s an original Zuckerberg idea I came up with last month that we can all get our minds around. Tomorrow you all deposit twenty-five dollars in one of my banks, and whoever comes out walking on water after twelve months of total non-confrontation, including typing words that can be taken more than one way, to a ‘not as close as you thought’ friend, takes it all? Naturally I’ll put a clause in the rules that states if no one wins, I get to keep the money and use it to buy up all the available stock in Apple… just because I can. I’ll come back to this idea later.

Barring catastrophe, no typical American grade school kid has learned any more as a child than i did about the brains terrifying emotional capacity. We lived right across the street from the school when I was growing up and I first began learning about peace and tolerance at the early age of seven. There was a bully named Jimmy Decker in second grade that would corner me at recess. Every day he would knock me down, take the lunch money out of my pants pocket, and then spit in my face. My mom told me to tell him, “Give peace a chance.” I came home the next day with a broken tooth and a busted lip, and she asked me what happened. I said, “I told Jimmy to, give peace a chance”, and he said, “Give me a chance at a piece of your sister and I’ll only take your lunch money on Tuesdays.” “Then he punched me in the mouth and took my lunch money.”

That was the year of my greatest epiphany. My mom always got weekends off from work, so early one Saturday morning I took moms credit card from her purse before she woke up, hopped the bus over to Radio Shack and bought a pair of walkie talkies and hid them under my bed when I got back. I slipped the credit card back in mom’s purse while she was over at the new neighbors playing bridge, and hurried upstairs to my room to work out the details of my master plan.

The following Friday, mom came screeching into the driveway from work in the middle of the day after getting a call from principal Powell, wanting to know if the reason I had been absent from school all week was because I had the same flu that was sending all the other kids home sick. She burst into my room screaming, “Why have you been skipping school all week young man?!” Confidently I said, “I no longer require the physical accouterments of continuing education mother. I duck taped a voice activated walkie talkie with a five year battery under the teacher’s desk, and now I can do my lessons without ever leaving the house, so the solution to the Jimmy Decker enigma and your ever growing fiscal loss of lunch money has been handily resolved at the same time.” Pretty clever huh.

I had to ride with her in the back seat to return the walkie talkies and was grounded for the entire summer for lifting mom’s credit card, but the potential of my concept of learning things remotely, stuck with me like glue on flypaper from then on. Oh, I’m sorry folks. I digressed there didn’t I… It’s a Zuckerberg thing. Where was I?

Human aspirations of living in a perpetually harmonious society have remained globally illusive because even though we know what that word ‘peace’ implies, our unharnessed, emotion-driven brains will never be capable of pulling it off, twenty-four seven… even if we all lived to be five-hundred years old! And greed is one of the biggest culprits right up there at the top of the human frailties ladder, requiring no teaching whatsoever. It just sprouts right out of the brain as a toddler. By the way, “I ate my ice cream, and now I want yours… plus that yellow Tonka truck you’re loading playsand into with mom’s tablespoon and making all those engine noises with your mouth. I can do that better than you can. That’s not even how an engine sounds. It goes, “brrrrrr…brumm brumm, chhhtt.”

The only snow storm chance in Hades for any semblance of tolerance on this earth while clinging to our grandparents ridiculous ancient values, would be to continuously concede with no drugs or alcohol while maintaining that silly, “We the People” nonsense at the same time… on every topic, everywhere, continuously, which would be ungoverned chaos with unrelenting brain fire. Anyway, that’s how it was explained to me by the experts, so I’m reasonably certain about that…

Okay everyone… This is the part of the evening I’ve been waiting for. It’s time to unveil the grand ‘Mark Zuckerberg Solution’! I present for your approval this evening, my ultimate plan that will finally achieve peace and contentment in our technologically advanced time. It’s really not that difficult to grasp, but you may want to take notes so you can ask the AIs in the back questions later.

We begin this massive planet-wide undertaking by implementing some long overdue changes. The complete agenda is much to lengthy to be addressed here tonight but here are a few of the ones that are at or near the top of the list so you can get the general scope of it. Included in the plans early stages are the following items. A merging of all independent nations the size of Israel and smaller to streamline geographical governing areas, establishing a new global hybrid form of socialism to ensure equality (hooray!), euthanizing cranky old people, required annual mood altering vaccinations and hopefully down the road, mandatory ‘genetic amygdala alteration’ or ‘GAA’ during infancy to eventually replace the vaccinations; and when we finally achieve the new calmer, non-argumentitive peaceful order of homosapient that has eluded us since the dawn… well then, peace will finally reign on Earth, Family Feud and Marriage Bootcamp will be the number one rated TV shows… and my Facebook will be smooth sailing for everyone, all the time! There just wont be any more of that nasty, ridiculous old divisive stuff hindering us and causing harmful stress and anxiety… not to mention the constant damage to the body’s antioxidents and such.

Well, that concludes my presentation. I love you all so much, and thanks for leaving your yachts for awhile and coming out this evening! Don’t forget to pick up one of our beautiful newly designed Facebook tee-shirts at the tables in the lobby on your way out. We’ve got plenty of the new spill proof 5X size for all you sedentary Facebook and Coke junkies, and they’re a real steal at only seventy-five dollars each. You can also buy them online anytime, and the shipping is free… when you order a minimum of four shirts. Also, we’ve setup 100 AI terminals in the back to answer all your questions. Just place your hand on the recognition pad to your right and state the last four digits of your social security number when prompted. Easy as pie!

Goodnight Everyone,
Mark Zuckerberg

By Douglas L. Duncan


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No Time for God to Exist

stevenhawking“We have finally found something that doesn’t have a cause, because
there was no time for a cause to exist in. For me this means that there
is no possibility of a creator, because there is no time for a creator to
have existed in.” ~Steven Hawking

I read a science news article the other day wherein the late astrophysicist, Stephen Hawking, was giving some finalized theories regarding our universe and a creator in his farewell book, “Brief Answers to Big Questions,”. I used to just automatically equate Hawking with the same level of genius as Einstein because folks said he was, so I was supposed to as well; but I dropped that potato real fast when one of his last opines smashed head on into an asteroid at 186,000 miles per second.

In his last days, one of the final issues he addressed was the existence of God. He stated in reference to our universe’s beginning, “We have finally found something that doesn’t have a cause, because there was no time for a cause to exist in. For me this means that there is no possibility of a creator, because there is no time for a creator to have existed in.”

You don’t have to believe in God to perceive that there is something really wonky with that simplified conclusion. Even Einstein held to a pantheistic concept of an impersonal Creative entity. Hawking is stating with all confidence, that God cannot exist because before the Big Bang there was no linear time in which anything could be the cause of anything, therefore, neither could there be an ultimate conciseness to choose to cause something. Zing! What the hey kind of brilliance was that? He certainly wasn’t thinking through all the possibilities when he blurted that one over his synthesizer.

He addressed the God issue with a near idiotic assumption that the universe and specifically linear time had to have God within its boundaries, or perhaps more to the point, a time out of time, in order to exist, rather than a God from a timeless higher dimension outside the creation event, or the sudden explosion of everything from nothing, referred to as the Big Bang.

Why that’s like saying, “I just made you pancakes for breakfast, but unfortunately I didn’t exist because I wasn’t part of the pancakes, so there aren’t any pancakes. So why don’t you go back to bed, and then come back out here after awhile, and see if any pancakes show up. You never know, I might suddenly exist inside the Bisquick box, and then, there they’ll be… all nice and fluffy with butter and syrup on them!”

The whole concept there StephenO, is that an extremely powerful Entity chooses to create a dimension of both physical matter and continuously expanding movement of said matter, including those speedy little photons which is what we like to measure the speed thereof and refer to the results as time. The Entity itself is not a part of Its newly created dimension, any more than you are a part of your scooter, which will probably be enshrined in a prominent place at The Cambridge University now.

Time is an intrinsic prisoner of our expanding universe and is not a requirement nor probability outside of it, regardless of what alternate realities lie beyond its expanse. I cannot help but chortle a bit at Hawking’s final conclusion on the subject, because the one thing he was right on, is that God really cannot be a part of time, which is merely an attribute of the physical universe He made to begin with, so what was he putting in his tea everyday pray tell, that would give him cause to believe that a creator necessarily has to have this attribute of His creation in order to exist, when he made such an utterance?

As a young man he was known to have believed in a creator, but perhaps one reason for the eventual overtly atheistic view, could be that he became set against a perceived mean God for a lifetime of imprisonment in a non-responsive body, which would be understandable; however that angle is purely speculation on my part. Actually, that’s not true. My wife suggested it to me.

At any rate, I would have thought that he would have been more of an outside the box, thinking bigger kind of guy, but I guess his logic got sucked into a black hole in the end. Well, that was kind of a dismal end theory to wrap up with, and I believe I’ll adhere to a much grander and more creative hypothesis myself.

Douglas L. Duncan


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God Whistles While He works

georgeharrisonGeorge Harrison sang
music specifically to God.

 

Before getting into the whistling part, firstly I want to say that the Bible clearly reveals that God especially enjoys music, and this is fundamental to the crux of my story here. It should also be a given that even less than joyous lyrical music will still have interest for God, because both the mood set by the instrumentation, and the words being sung aloud can have the unique ability to reveal that man is sometimes voicing his trials, suffering and cries for help directly to Him in powerful melodic form, and by so doing, is confessing aloud that he is in a seemingly hopeless situation that is beyond his ability to conquer alone.

So while many songs are certainly joyful, giving God pleasure, it is likely the songs of distress and hopelessness that are more apt to move God to have compassion, and tell Him that the situation is desperate enough to put to music and sing with as much fervor as any intense prayer. In fact, music is prayer.

Any form of music sent up sincerely and purposely to God, will surely be listened to, for this is the most expressive type of language there is, and He is the author of it; and being the author of such a method of expressive and colorful communication, is what has led me to the rest of my story.


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I’m now self convinced that God does not work in total silence. He has a voice because we hear Him speaking throughout the Old Testament, and often quite loudly. Here then, is the story from my own surrealist mind about a Divine Creator who occasionally gets a little noisy when He’s busying about.

I got to thinking one day about God’s creative propensity, His surroundings and what He might have been doing long before He had created the angels. I’m still not sure why my mind went in that direction just then, but I do know I’ve never lost my intense childhood inquisitiveness, nor do I ever plan on losing it. At any rate, here I am alone, sitting out on the porch in the morning, gazing out across the tops of the trees while rocking back and forth with my fingers tapping out a rhythm on the arm of the rocker, and diving deeper and deeper into my thoughts, “Hmm, just what might He have actually been doing some of the time before the company of  angels came about I wonder?” I knew He was called the Alpha and always was, but the angels weren’t because they were first conceived in His mind, then created, so surely there had to have been an unknown interval of time when God was thinking and doing other things.”

“Wait a minute. This isn’t precisely what I want to know!” A rundown of the things He might be doing is all very intriguing, but really, it’s pretty much a given that He was undoubtedly forever doing a myriad of things involving masterly conception and creation, but since there are no records of what those things were, it’s a moot point. What I really want to know is just some aspect of how a perfect mind might focus and proceed with the task at hand, kind of like watching and learning a man’s daily routine from breakfast to bedtime sort of thing, and that just might be something that can very well be deduced using the Old Testament.

Granted the whole rocking chair musing exercise was little more than a Sherlock Holmes style deductive reasoning game based on a bit of Biblical reference with a huge bit of pure conjecture, and doubtless, way out there in left field, but that’s often how I relax, have fun and get my mind off of depressing things… like living in one room. Other people mow their lawns to do that, but not me. I have to be comfortably loafing. Besides, I don’t have a lawn anymore, and it’s no less constructive than making up jokes and one-liners for a book. Well, except for the royalties the book can return if anybody buys the thing.

So I began thinking all over again, but this time with the specific desire to envision God out in the field, putting in His next seven day creation project. How does He carrying Himself about? In that same cloud that hovered over the tabernacle tent for forty years in the wilderness? How does He start His morning? Does He sit, stand or both when He works, or does He continuously move about?

Then a really intriguing thought suddenly entered my mind. Does He talk to Himself or make other kinds of vocalizations when He has an epiphany or asks Himself whether there’s a better way of doing the thing He’s making? Yes, that’s it! That’s the question! What a concept! Does He talk, shout, laugh and even sing to Himself all the time? If He does, then I’ve stumbled onto an aspect of God I can really relate to.

I talk things out and sing to myself constantly when I’m alone. So if I’m made in God’s image, why wouldn’t He talk and sing to Himself as well? I always find that talking to another me, gets the bugs out of the project sooner and with much greater clarity. Talking to ones self is a constructive thing. Having a mental handicap that causes strange verbalizing is not, and people who make fun of you for talking to yourself, need to learn the difference.

Now the obvious was entering my mind and all the lights came on. “Wait a second. God made the decision to populate heaven with angels for intelligent company and to be recognized as being their creator.” He thought out their makeup and endowed them with the specific talents and skills of His choosing. And what do we know from the Bible, to be one of the greatest talents that angels do so well, that would have made Him want to create them precisely the way He did? They sing! They started singing from the time they were created and they haven’t stopped since. Their singing is the most beautiful sound in existence. It’s the Heavenly Choir!

Within sixty minutes after stepping out onto the porch that morning, my rocking chair crossed the finish line. The Creator of music had always been making some sort of melodic compositions, either as a concept in His mind, or more likely, manifested as real audible music emanating from the very same voice that spoke to Moses and the prophets. And if God is singing with His own voice, then the strong probability is that like us, when we’re busy working, we drop back from singing to less focused humming and whistling mode.

There it was. A uniquely physical attribute that God undoubtedly has, that I as a music lover could relate to and have a daily pick-me-up affinity with right here on this temporal plane. Whether its accurate or not doesn’t matter. It falls into the realm of probability, and I can take that worked out rocking chair exercise and hold on to it as a calming thought just for me, on the same level as a memorable sunset by the ocean or that little wooden cross around your neck. Admittedly there is no other use for such thinking as this was, but imagination has always been useful to me as it gives me nearly as much pleasure in this life as music.

What I’ve done with this Sherlock deduction as a way to remind me that God loves music enough to be apt to hum or whistle sometimes, is turn it into a fun greeting whenever I meet someone new, so they always get an introduction of, “Hi there… Nice to meet you. My name is Doug, and I know something about God that you don’t”. And when they ask, “What?”, I reply, “He whistles while He works!” People always smiles and laugh, but then God does that too… while He whistles of course. That’s my final word on the subject, and I’m sticking with it to the end.

Douglas L. Duncan


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What Is Time?

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What is Time?

Time is the fire in which we burn.
Time is like the wind.
Time heals all things.
Time is the wisest counselor of all.
Time is the Great Revelator.
All things take Time.
Time is a great teacher.
Time is an equal opportunity employer.
Nothing is ours except Time.
Well it’s high time someone did it!
Time is money.
Time lost is never found again.
I’m just biding my time.
I don’t have time.
Time is the substance from which I am made.
The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.
There is precious little Time.
Long time, no see.
We had a whale of a time!
The third time’s the charm!
The sands of time.
Only Time will tell.
There is time for everything.
The time is always right to do what is right.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
Yer behind the times, old man!
Time doesn’t exist.
We spend half our time wishing for things.
We must use time as a tool.
Make good use of your time.
Time is what we want most, but what we use worst.
Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.
Back in my time, we didn’t have all these problems!
Ya shoulda lived back in my time!
I’m just killing time.
You will never find time for anything.
Now is the only time there is.
Spend your time like it was a dream.
Spend time with someone.
Spend some Time alone.
Regret the time.
A moment of your time.
Time waits for no one.
Make time.
There’s no time to lose.
We’re never on time.
I’ll do it this time.
What time is it now.
It’s two minutes later than the last time ya asked.
Does anybody really know what time it is.
Hey, ya beat your last time.
Where’d the time go?
It’s about time!
Time’s a wastin’…
We’re all out of time.
Time is on your side.
There’s no time like the present.
Time flies when you’re having fun.
Time sure goes slow when you’re not having fun.
Timing is everything.
You’re right on time.
This needs to be delivered on time.
Seems like time is taking forever.
This happens every single time.
I’ve seen this a few times before.
Time passes slowly up here in the mountains.
How many times have I told you?
Well, that’s the first time that ever happened!
Once upon a time…
I’m all right most of the time.
It seemed like time stood still.
That only happens part of the time.
Even before time, God existed.
Just in the nick of time.
It’s just a matter of time now.
It could happen pret’ near any time.
We’ve got all the time in the world.
It’s a race against time.
A stitch in time.
Time in a bottle.
At one time or another…
You’re right on the stroke of time.
Take time out.
Marking Time.
Time in a bubble.
Time Out!
Your time is gonna come.
When it’s your time, it’s your time.
We all gotta go some time.
Any ‘ole time… I’m easy.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.
There ain’t gonna be no next time!
Man measures time and time measures man.
The times, they are a changin’.
That’s the same darn thing ya did the last time!
Hey, do ya remember the time we…
Once upon a time, a long, long time ago…
You’re ahead of time.
I had a lovely time.
This is taking too much time.
All in good time.
Will it stand the test of time?
Boy, they sure gave me a hard time back there.
At the present time…
Hey, we both said it at the same time!
Now we have time to kill.
Turn back the hands of time.
When’s a good time to call ya?
That’ll do fer the time bein’.
My how time flies!
Time out of mind.
I’ll love ya ’til the end of time.
I’m having quite a time of it here.
We’re wasting precious time!
Ya sure screwed that one up big time!
A good time was had by all.
I was in the right place, but it musta been the wrong time.
Well, better luck next time.
Sorry, you’ve caught me at a bad time.
In times past, ya woulda been arrested, dressin’ like that!
I had a devil of a time!
It’s feeding time at the zoo.
The time is ripe.
We can do this in no time flat.
Give me time to catch my breath.
I put my pants on, one leg at a time.
Where ya been all this time?
Patience… all in good time.
I’ve told you time after time!
In the interest of saving time…
I don’t know how to tell time.
It ain’t worth the time.
OH, we’ll take care of that the next time we’re here.
You’re a legend in your own time.
Maybe some other time, OK?
I don’t even have time to think.
Give him time off for good behavior.
You’ve got way too much time on your hands.
You’re living on borrowed time.
How we gonna make up for all this lost time?
They wouldn’t even give ya the time of day!
Not now, I’m pressed for time.
It takes a lot of time to get this just right.
Quit wasting my time!
Come on, let’s do that one more time!
Put your pencils down, time’s up.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
Time works wonders.
He’s nothin’ but a two-time loser.
OK children, its play time.
Spend some quality time.
Ahh, you’re just trying to buy more time!
Well, he just went down for the third time… Now what?
Time ta hit the road!
Ya won’t even remember this time in a hundred years.
How many times are we gonna have ta go through this again?
It’s time for a change.
Time is of the essence.
Let’s get this right the first time.
Well, there’s no time like the present.
I want some of your time dad.
Try not to do that the next time.
OH My, where did the time go?
Time, Time, Time… Is on my side… Yes it is.
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Ecclesiastes 3 (NIV)There is a time for everything,
and a time for every purpose under heaven. a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

Sorry I couldn’t add anymore, but I’m all out of time, and it was way past my bed time.
~Douglas L. Duncan