The Black Vault

Her book is her answers.

at1with0 wrote:Her book is her answers.

Recursive denumerability holds the key

If you got something to say, son, come out and say it. Or I'll slash my eyes out with my elbow.

Are you trying to turn this site into http://www.alphaomegadimension.info/forum/index.php ? we already have one cool site, we don't need two.

khanster wrote:

at1with0 wrote:Her book is her answers.

Recursive denumerability holds the key

The TOE is not recursively denumerable, I'll give you that.

But it still exists, pristine, bathed in an unfleshed world called mathematics.

at1with0 wrote:

khanster wrote:

at1with0 wrote:Her book is her answers.

Recursive denumerability holds the key

The TOE is not recursively denumerable, I'll give you that.

But it still exists, pristine, bathed in an unfleshed world called mathematics.

Do not crush our dreams of a 1 inch equation

I'm guessing you've read the thread where this subject comes up on a usenet group?

I'm tempted to post a link but then I'd be revealing my "real" name.

I was reading Robert Frost's The Bear today and this thread came to mind...



The Bear

The bear puts both arms around the tree above her
And draws it down as if it were a lover
And its choke cherries lips to kiss good-bye,
Then lets it snap back upright in the sky.
Her next step rocks a boulder on the wall
(She's making her cross-country in the fall).
Her great weight creaks the barbed-wire in its staples
As she flings over and off down through the maples,
Leaving on one wire moth a lock of hair.
Such is the uncaged progress of the bear.
The world has room to make a bear feel free;
The universe seems cramped to you and me.
Man acts more like the poor bear in a cage
That all day fights a nervous inward rage
His mood rejecting all his mind suggests.
He paces back and forth and never rests
The me-nail click and shuffle of his feet,
The telescope at one end of his beat
And at the other end the microscope,
Two instruments of nearly equal hope,
And in conjunction giving quite a spread.
Or if he rests from scientific tread,
'Tis only to sit back and sway his head
Through ninety odd degrees of arc, it seems,
Between two metaphysical extremes.
He sits back on his fundamental butt
With lifted snout and eyes (if any) shut,
(lie almost looks religious but he's not),
And back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek,
At one extreme agreeing with one Greek
At the other agreeing with another Greek
Which may be thought, but only so to speak.
A baggy figure, equally pathetic
When sedentary and when peripatetic.

-Robert Frost

nice.

I've read something that implies that 'logic' and 'information theory' are 180 degrees out. Two metaphysical extremes. Proof versus empiricism is how I take that...

"The Tao that can be described is not the ultimate Tao"

Interesting. I wonder if it's so. Whether or not the ultimate Tao can be described has been the object of all my research-related thinking for a while now. I finally made a breakthrough this year on the problem. I still have to manipulate what I think on it and massage the document about it. At least I can say that I'm not trying to describe the Tao. I'm trying to describe a description of the Tao. The reduced product of all structures is my candidate for my description for a description of the Tao.

Perhaps Lao Tzu already put in his two cents regarding this kind of TOE.