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No. 010 Professor Loose
The Holographic Nothingness

I almost forgot to mention the last day of creation.  Actually it is not a day of creation.  It is, however, the biggest conundrum that literalists have to deal with and have totally ignored and repressed.  On the seventh day God “rested.”  So, does God get tired?  Is God omnipotent and infinite?  Then why does God have to take a break after six days of work?  Does God drink beer and watch football?  Was it Superbowl Sunday and He/She did not want to miss it?  Of course this is silly.  Everybody knows there was no football at that time.  (Since God is omnipotent perhaps She/He can watch the future games.  But it would seem pointless since He/She already knows who is going to win.  Could be God enjoys predetermining game momentum and which team’s prayers to answer.)  Is it boring being God?  I would think that being God is boring, but then I am not God.[1]

But I am getting sidetracked.  They—the literalists—were hoping I would forget.  So, why does Genesis tell us God rested if God does not need to rest?[2]  I have asked literalists about this and they say, “Well. . .dahhhhhhhh. . . hmmph. . . well, that, ah, is allegorical.  Obviously God does not need to rest.”  So, then, the seventh day is allegorical.  The first three days were allegorical because the sun and the moon were not made until the fourth day.  That now leaves only days five and six being literal.  Ergo, Genesis is only 2/7th literal.  Give me a break!  The seventh day is allegorical, as are the previous six days.  That does not mean they are meaningless.  Just the opposite.

New science has shown that space is not a vacuum.  Particles pop in and out of existence, into our three-dimensional reality they spring and then annihilate and disappear.  Before the big bang there was nothingness, but out of this nothingness was everythingness, for out of it came the universe, and it is still going on.  The fact that the universe is expanding says that new matter is being created right before our eyes!  Out of nothingness came somethingness and after a periodic cycle of six amplitudes it is back to nothingness (The Sabbath).  What we have here is a pulse, a quantum, a packet.  So we have a pulse consisting of six days and six evenings... somebody get me a calculator!  If I were a true mathematical genius I would bet a paycheck that herein lie the secrets of string theory and the Grand Unified Theory.  I will have to give it some more thought. The point is, all information consists of pulses.  Not only is the creation a pulse, it is a frequency modulated pulse.  What this really means is you are going to have to read at least 5 books on electrical engineering to know what this really means.  DARK ALE, PLEASE.

In another ancient text of wisdom, digital mathematics is employed not only to describe the present but to predict the future—not that big a deal, because time doesn’t really exist anyway.[3]  Nevertheless time does exist (remember, the enigmatic nature of the universe is such that things are true and false simultaneously).  This text is called The I Ching.  The Book of Changes.  It is based on the idea that there are two kinds of lines: a broken line and an unbroken line.  The “break” in the line is our Sabbath.  Various combinations of six lines collectively contain the entire enfolded universe (six days/six lines seems to sum up everything).

Another fundamental foundation of the universe is rhythm.[4]  Without a pause there can be no rhythm.  Imagine music without pauses.  For that matter there would be no music or sound without pauses because nothing would vibrate—not phones, not ecstasy gadgets, nothing. 

This prompts the question, “Well then, what is a pause?” To find that out, toss a ball into the air.  A ball tossed into the air goes up, and then comes down because of gravity.  But before it comes down, it pauses.  So then a pause marks a change in direction.  But according to physics, for any mass to move, stop, or change direction, it must be acted upon by a force.  By being acted upon by a force it gains energy.  Thus by being at rest in a pause we gain energy.  That is why it is called resting.  Thus the rests in music are what make it music, because that is where it gets its power.  Even the reeds in the clarinets make sound because they vibrate and change direction at a very fast rate, transferring their vibrations into air as sound.  I suspect that this sounds like circular logic (pun intended).  The point is that all existence maintains itself by gaining energy from the zero point energy field at its various pauses in the course of its vibration. Thus the Sabbath indeed is wholly (in the sense of being comprehensive, integrated, holographic[5], the basis of information itself).

It gets even more interesting because the point at which some things decide to pause or not pause is not always the same. When it comes to music this is a good thing; otherwise there would only be the same rhythm.  Imagine that for all of human history there were no real music, nothing but rap with its unimaginative, droning beat. (Don't want to deny the youngsters their fun.  Is this the backlash to Teletubbies and purple dinosaurs?  I would revolt too.)  Dog forbid!  Now, if we have variety and unpredictability, we have statistics.  If we have statistics we have quantum mechanics, in which case we have form.  Even in form there are pauses, otherwise known as fuzziness.

Quantum mechanics says that everything is fuzzy.  Matter is solid but it is made up of atoms which are 99.99 percent space.  The small part that is solid is itself 99.99 percent space. Anybody get the joke yet?  It’s all thought.  The Buddhists were right.  If one goes small enough it all comes down to probability waves.  THERE IS NO CERTAINTY IN NATURE!  THERE ARE NO HARD LINES IN NATURE!  The only hard-line certainties are those that we project with our own minds and beliefs!

Likewise in art.  If one paints a picture with only hard lines it will look like a cartoon.  The only real art has soft edges.  The more soft edges the clearer the picture becomes.  That is because the real picture is holographic and involves the viewer.  Real art lets the seer see the picture.  Cartoons force the picture on the viewer.  Religion, per se, is a cartoon.  Dogma is hard lines. Hard-line dogma is even worse.  PALE ALE, PLEASE.  Bring it to the table.  I am finished up here.


[1] Nail-polishing attendee: “Are you sure?  You look like God and sound like God.”
Professor Loose:  “There are some who say that we are God playing hide and seek with Himself.  There are thought paradigms (I don’t like to use the word ‘religions’ when there is actual thought involved) that hold this very thing.  It also appears that sniffing fingernail polish can induce divine visions.  Are any of you who are sitting near this young lady experiencing similar hallucinations?  Is everyone quite high?  In looking upon me, do you all see God?  Perhaps it’s in fact a heightened clarity of which you are all the beneficiaries.  Consider it lagniappe for your attendance today, a little something extra, an incidental  butyl acetate turn-on.  Thank you, my dear, on behalf of the entire dosed assembly.”

[2] Insincere townie attendee who has drifted over to impart an element of disruption: “I don’t need to eat buffalo wings with Hooters sauce.  I want to.  God didn’t have to create anything.  But then once He got started He didn’t have to cut out on the seventh, either.   I mean He’s God, he can do whatever He wants, right?  He can rest if He wants to, doesn’t mean He needs to.  Let the Guy rest & recreate.  Where’s the problem?”
Professor Loose: “We welcome the newcomer with our friendly invitation to undergo the initiation rites before he may take the floor.  Sir, if you would like to sit down at that table I will have a pitcher of draft pulled for you.  Let us all remove our left shoes and pass them down to this gentleman, and we shall continue while he drinks a belt from each warm shoe.  I beg your pardon, sir?  [Calling after the retreating townie] ANOTHER TIME THEN?  THE INVITATION REMAINS YOUR VERY OWN . . . ”  [To some in the assembly] Put your shoes back on, for love of God . . .                   

[3] Somewhat sloshed attendee: “What time is it?”
Professor Loose:  “Quite early.”

[4] Commentator: “C’mon git rhythm,” sang Johnny Cash, “when you git the blues.  Git a rock’n’roll feelin’ in your bones, git taps on your toes ’n’ git gone. . .  Git rhythm when you git the bluuuues.” [“Get Rhythm,” Johnny Cash.]  

[5] For information on the holographic principle of physics, see e.g. http://physics.about.com/od/physicsetoh/g/holoprinciple.htm: “The holographic principle is a mathematical principle that the total information contained in a volume of space corresponds to an equal amount of information contained on the boundary of that space. This dependence of information on surface area, rather than volume, is one of the key principles of black hole thermodynamics.”  We at jpt have long suspected as much.  —ed. 

 

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