Fred’s Cozy Little Nook

As I stood on the Shores of Infinity, a break in the Serenity occurred, and for an instant the Ocean was replaced by the fiery Tarpits of Flajann. Flajann, the Indestruction; Flajann, the Austere; Flajann, the Giver and Receiver of Infinite Justice with Perfect filamentary tendrils reaching out to all Existence.

Awoke, I stood watching the backdrop of a smoky orange-red extent to the horizon beneath a sinking Sun . I silently contemplated this phase of Existence and its Significance as the Sun became increasingly obscured by the rising black and grey pillars of sadness as far as the eye can see.

I looked down at my hands in despair. The failure of my hands were rather complete, not being able to hold on to the oceanic serenity. For the replacement of the soft crashing of the ocean waves to be replaced by the horrid crackling sound of things burning is quite a loss, indeed.

Somewhere from within a Determination to Not Loose All Hope flashed forward, hands giving off a faint blue-violet glow, which instantly shifted the Shores of Infinity back to the Ocean, with its familiar crashing waves and receding tides.

Even though I now stand amidst the tides again, I stand shaken. For I deal with Universal Forces that are no mean feat to control and guide, and yet I must tunnel though Reality to create a Future despite the Tarpits that always seek dominance at the edge of my perception.

Yet I shall move forward even as I am shaken, because the 2 stars in the distant horizon are worth my while. I therefore fill the present with Future Realities  Serene to combat the Tarpits.

I awoke this morning. That in and of itself is a noteworthy goal.

As I got up, I noticed that I was standing on the Shores. The sand beneath my morning feet, the rocks, the sea gulls, the crashing of the oceanic waves amidst a million years of evolution to be heard by ears fashioned by the ancient need for survival.

I found that I can stop any wave, any whitewater crash, any tidal, any disaster by just waving my hand gently in the air at it. There, done, frozen in space-time.

And then the Shores beneath my feet themselves shift in scope beyond all measurement into a star field, a galaxy slowly turning beneath my feet, or a whole field of galaxies, or a supernova, or a quasar, or the entire universe itself. Like sands on the Shores of Time so are the Stars in the whole of the Universe. Like the rippling of the waves along the Shoreline, so are the Great Cosmic Events throughout all existence. Like the crash of the waves on the rocks, so are the supernovae, the galatic collisions, stars spiraling down great black holes flashed into x-rays.

I stand at the apex of 13 billion years of space-time evolution to contemplate its Path, and wonder at all the details of its Grandeur. I am known to the intricate fabric of Space-Time, and it is known to me.

I AM. I am one with the Universe and everything in it.

I KNOW. I know and understand The Path.

I WAIT. I await my time to take my rightful place in this Universe as a diminutive speck of dust wrapped in billions of light-years of existence.

I LOOK. I look upon the seascape of all existence and see myself staring back at me. The Circuit is now Complete, as it is time for the Next Phase.

And so I stand, thinking.

As you may have guessed, this is my response to The Philosophy of Religion by Hegel. To his credit, Hegel did have some interesting things to say about “truth”, but to this 21st-century brain I must declare his pronouncements metaphoric; he appears to equate “God” with “Absolute Truth”, and a “Unity” that at once attempts to be pure and singular. But given the state of knowledge in the late 1700’s, I feel I must excuse him otherwise; he basically did the best with what he had to work with.

What is “Truth”?

What indeed is “truth”? is it more than just a collection of “facts”? Does it not imply objectivity? Can “truth” be purely subjective? How can we know for sure that we are actually dealing with real “truth”? Can not “truth” be written down as a set of provable predicates?

It would appear that the meaning of “truth” is an ongoing debate among philosophers and mathematicians. Since I tend to sit in three worlds — science, mathematics, and philosophy — I must say that I myself have no firm definition of “truth”. However, I will attempt one here.

“Truth” is the instantiated objective reality, or some part thereof. By “instantiated”, it must require some actual existence in some realm. By “objective”, it must be more than just a thought in our minds. By “reality”, it must have some level of endurance. That is, it must be able to stand up to tests and challenge.

A religionist of the Christian faith would define “truth” differently, of course, and most likely closer to the lines of Hegel, that is, some aspect of “God”, or some sort of “universal absolution” having to do with “God”. I must reject this notion of truth, because it is based upon and assumes a truth of a myth, that is, of this “God” thing itself. It begins with the assumption, for the most part, that this “God” actually exists, and attempts to explain all of actual existence in terms of this unsubstantiated assumption. When pressed on this very issue, the typical religionist of the Christian faith falls back to — well, “faith”. But what is this “faith?” is is clearly nothing more than the belief in unsubstantiated assumptions, made mystique by the word. It is seen as something to “aspire” to, which seems ridiculous to this author. Truly, is casting aside logic and rationality something one should really seek to aspire to?

For those of us not so predisposed to embracing fantasies as a basis for thought, it does make sense that truth should be something measurable, testable in some realm, and amenable to logic. If we can’t agree on anything else, I think we can agree on that as being the starting point.

The Objective Reality of Atheism

Now that we — at least for the sake of this argument — have establish truth as the instantiated objective reality, what now? Is it possible to “objectify” our stand on Atheism? Of course, an Atheist need not objectify his stand on Atheism anymore than a Religionist needs to objectify his stand on religion. But the author deems it helpful to be able to objectify it, if for no other reason than to buttress to memes of Atheism against the overpowering memes of Religion. Most religious memes play to one central point: our emotions. Indeed, our emotions become the “instruction set”, borrowing from computer science, for the religious memes to “execute” — that is to say, the religious memes programs it religious hosts to think in terms of emotions rather than rationality, to not question rather than take a critical edge. The religious memes have a tendency to render its hosts “mindless”, and hence the author has taken to referring to said hosts as “Mindless Vessels of Belief”. This may seem like a harsh criticism, but many years of observation in many venues leads this author to no other logical conclusion. But the discussion of religious memes and “Mindless Vessels of Belief” are beyond the scope of this discussion and will be discussed elsewhere.

To firmly establish our stand on Atheism on the basis of epistemology, we need only ask one question: Which god? Out of a countless number of god-scenarios, of which one are we supposed to choose? Since this fabled “god” cannot be objectified, that opens up the entire panetheon to many, many, god-possibilities, including many that humans never thought of or have yet to consider. If you give credence to one god-notion over another, how can you possibly objectify that selection? This also nullifies Pascal’s Wager, because if you choose to believe in the wrong god, you still loose whilst having giving up something in life, and the chances of getting the choice correct in a set of “infinite” god-scenarios is — well, let us say you’d have much better chances winning the lottery!

But, to entertain Pascal’s Wager a bit more for what it’s worth, why not believe in all god-scenarios? Outside of your head exploding, how can you believe in the many you know nothing of, or can even be expected to know? Some god-scenarios may exclude others, such as is the case with the Christian god-scenario. Of those god-scenarios that are actually known to humans, there are literary thousands, and one could easily spend an entire lifetime learning abou them! Some may require more than just mere belief; some god-scenarios may actually require action of some sort. Quite simply, mere “belief” may not be enough. Also, if you knew for absolute fact that there was only one “valid” god-scenario, you obviously would have a way to objectify the existence of said “god”, so a “wager” would be unnecessary. In lieu of this, the actual expectations, looking at reality and not Pascal’s limited assumptions about “god-scenarios” would be to live your life as you see fit without reference to any deity. In other words, don’t waste your time.

The Actual Reality of the Universe

So now that we’ve stripped away any “justification” for believing in deities, what’s a poor Atheist to do? Is it really true that you must “believe in something”, as many religionist claim? Or is it possible to simply have no belief at all?

The author firmly hold that not only is it possible to have no belief in any deity, but that notion is the true definition of an Atheist — one who simply lacks a belief in any deity, in any of the myriad “god-scenarios”.

But some may still feel that there is “something out there” — basically, that there is more to the Universe than “meets the eye”. For sure, we diminutive humans simply do not posses all the knowledge of the Universe, though our collective understanding grows by leaps and bounds everyday. Our theories of cosmology are constantly being improved; our understanding of quantum realities is always being advanced, and we are growing on a daily basis in our understanding of complex dynamical/self-adaptive systems of all sorts.

And with all of that, the Universe still holds some deep mysteries beyond our grasp. So, there is still plenty of room for new discoveries and enhancements of our understanding. There are still many things to hold our awe and wonder. But because we may have an awe and wonder about the universe, does that obviate Atheism? Absolutely not! Atheism has to do with a lack of belief in deities; as long as we aren’t deifying some aspect of the Universe, we can still remain Atheists and still feel as though “something’s out there” — some deep mystery still left to be found, some profound universal truth yet to be uncovered. As long as we are willing to submit our questions and gleam to the rigors of the process of science, we may remain (and proudly so!) Atheists.

Conclusions

And so, there you have it. Atheism — really, healthy skepticism in disguise — is the natural choice. While beliefs in fantasies may have some limited reward, that “reward” is cheap in comparasion to the awe and wonder of the Universe borne out of understanding, knowledge, logic and reason. For this reason, I do posses an awe and wonder, but it is founded on the firm pillars of Mathematics, Science, Logic and Reason. I personally consider any other foundation to be null and void. Your opinions may differ, of course, and you are certainly welcome to them. But I see no better way of knowing, of ascertaining the truth, of having any certainty at all of making the correct choices in life that will affect myself for the rest of time.

So the choice is yours. My conerstones are Mathematics, Science, Logic and Reason. What are yours?

in the undying glow of the crescent sun
i became one with the wind

howling wind breaking the waves
howling wind in the shimmering shade
howling thoughts in the eve of twilight
howling winds blurring my sight

in the passion of the sunlit sky
the internal sea of shame flows
shall i spill my secrets to the world
or hold them in close proximity?

one hundred billion reasons to hope
two hundred million reasons to cope
three hundred thousand reasons to dive
four hundred reasons to drive

wrapped in the sea of shame i lie
prostrate and exposed to the open sky
vulture picking away my bones
cold, white, and bleached beneath a naked sun

i crawl around along the bottoms of complete fury, lost and cold and stripped of all humanity. i know not where i am or where i am headed. the clouds are grey and very heavy. the clouds are grey and very unforgiving. the stain upon my brain is the strain that i seek to refrain.

alone and running in the sunlight
bones clunking along in the sand
metatarsals cannot grasp the sand
loosing ground upon the land

and in the eve of the known huntings did i run and hide from my shame that streaks out behind me not unlike a cloak of anger in the darkness of the night holding the fright of the twilight insidious to my blight.

upon this i fear and dread
my hair falls upon the dead
as my fears dare to head
to the icy patches that are my bed.

i saw you perched on a tree
as quiet as you can be
peering out o’er the sea
waves breaking thoughts with glee

i came to you and heard your song
all the years can take so long
as i watch you undo your thong
making me feel like King Kong

wings you spread so dear to me
silvery in the eyes of a twilight sun
shafts of joy shining through the tree
as you and i become one

my wing touch your wing
my beak touch your beak
my eye trace your shilouette
in the dawn of the misty twilight

and to infinity we fly as one
chasing naked the golden sun
around and around we fly
for we are the only birds in the sky.

–ily–

Back when I was much, much younger, I veered off the path of my intellect and became “a believer” of Christianity. Not only was this a mistake but a great waste of 4 or 5 years of my life. But it did a lot of damage — all that stuff about heaven and hell and “god’s chosen” and what not. Oh man.

It took me another 3 or 4 years to return to my place of intellect. I had to re-examine all my beliefs, and later I would come to question the very nature of belief itself. I did not leave any stone unturned. I questioned everything and sought answers.

And this was an amazing time, because I did get answers, and I was made better for them. I saw the world — indeed, the entire universe — through new eyes, the eyes of Knowledge and Understanding.

I called this period of my life “The Reconstruction” — but really, it was more of a Renaissance than anything. I mean, there was so much I learned. Fractals opened up my eyes to new possibilities. Indeed, Fractals was very key in helping me understand how complexity can arise out of simplicity. That gave me a very powerful basis for being able to assert — to my own tortured brain — that “god” was not required for the existence of the Universe, contrary to years of the lies I had been fed by the Christians.

I went on to learn more and more — about Complex Dynamical Systems, Artificial Life, Self-Adaptive System, and the like. For the first time in my life, not only could I understand that a “god” was not only not required, but also extremely unlikely.

I then learned about Memes and Thought Contagions from the seminal book published by Aaron Lynch. I began to understand the underlying mechanisms behind “beliefs” and how they are transmitted and themselves evolve to retransmit themselves. This put not only religion in a new light, but politics, the media, and many other things about the human social animal.

This forever changed my perception of the human — basically, human beings are little more than hosts for completing memes, some of which also influence behavior , and the memes that program for their own retransmission tend to crowd out those less successful at doing so.

Wow, most humans are little more than Mindless Vessels of Beliefs. This makes for a very dim view of the human-nodes out there, a very frightening view, one that I wish were not true, but I cannot deny my own reasoning on the matter.

And so, such more or less concluded my First Renaissance. As the Star Child in 2010 said, “I used to be Dave Bowman”.

Many years spun by, many challenges, many attacks, many triumphs, and a couple of darling girls along the way. Both girls make me very proud.

And now, once again, I find myself at the crossroads. But this time it’s entirely different. This time, it’s not a wasted flirtation with religion and other frivolous beliefs, but one of misplaced trust that has betrayed 15-16 years of investing in the emotional and material well-being of another. You know, marriage. But it goes beyond that, really.

I also find that science and mathematics has progressed much in the intervening years, and I’ve fallen behind a bit. There are new sets of “terrible secrets” yet to be uncovered. There are the futures of my kids. There’s my own future, and those I care about. And there’s the future of the entire Human Race to consider, and how I might be an influence there.

And so the need for my “2nd Renaissance” is at hand.

I couldn’t live in a better area for it — Greater Boston — where I have contact and access to some of the finest libraries and minds in this country. I have many Very Big Goals for the future. They will by no means be easy to accomplish. But then, what’s life without a challenge?

And so I go forth into the desert…

It has caught my attention that MySQL is behaving like a tyrant with their Enterprise support policies. Basically, if your company has multiple servers running MySQL but only one is covered under its “Gold” ($2000 per sever per year), or its “Platinum” coverage ($5000 per server per year), MySQL might choose to sue you for the other machines not covered, even though you have never opened up a service request on them.

The details of this are still coming in, so stay tuned. This represents a black mark on MySQL in the eve of the Sun acquisition.  Since this predates the Sun acquisition, Sun Microsystems is “blameless” in all of this.

But this flies totally in the face of the entire notion of the FOSS concepts. If what I’ve heard turns out to be true, this will represent a black mark for the entire OpenSource community.

Alone I stand on the precipice looking out o’er the ocean

What dire unseen consequences lurks beneath the sinking sun

A darkness befalls us never to be had again

For beneath me…

What was blue and wet is now red and hot
What was calm and serene is now agitated and truculent
The Waves…

Like sand to glass the waves make
What was waves of cresting water are now flames licking the shore
What were curious creatures of the ocean are now demons aglow
What were mists are now plumes of smoke
What was a serene paradise is now an ocean of agony

I cry, for the land is barren and bereft of any joy

I try to hold a ray of hope in the face of untrouncable devastation

A face-lit dawn befalls a sea of troubles

The monsters come

The monsters ride the waves of fire

They are interested in you

They are known to you

They become you

They are you.

It would appear as though some people see me as a “threat”, a “danger”, and act out of fear of my presence even though I have done nothing to provoke such reactions. I am at a loss to understand why this happens.

It’s as though my very existence is some sort of “crime” or “threat”. But I don’t get that.

I normally would not care except those so predisposed to such misgivings oftentimes act on those fears, leaving me to deal with the fallout. I get to pay the price and they get to get away with it. I am told a lot of lame excuses, even things like “put yourself in their shoes”, as though there is some justification that I am supposed to be understanding about.

So not only do I “get into trouble” for merely existing, I am also supposed to understand and sympathize for those who would complicate my existence due to no fault of my own.

But such people can be quite devastating and cause a lot of damage. The bitter divorce I am going through right now is an indirect fallout of such behavior.

But these people go without consequence with their own lives. I am the one left holding the bag. They soon forget the trouble they’ve caused me; I tread water just to keep from sinking due to the fallout.

So why does this happen? What is the explanation? Am I truly the “most dangerous man alive” without even knowing it? And what makes me so “dangerous”, anyway?

Some tell me the reason is that I am a “intelligent black man”, whatever that’s supposed to mean. Makes no sense to me. Aside from my supposed intelligence the only other “dangerous” thing about me is my dermal chromatics. But I truly don’t see what’s so dangerous about that, either.

I care about a lot of people. Indeed, I care about the entire world. I attempt to do what little I can to make the world a better place for my kids, so that they may have a hope and a future. That they may grow up in a world that is wonderful and prosperous; that they may grow up in a world that appreciates intellect, accomplishment, and creativity.

But many stand in my way now, and many sit in judgment of me. Why? Why are so many so critical of who and what I am? Why is it that some automatically question me without knowing a darn thing about me, not even my very name? Why is it that I must always be “on alert” for the idiots of the world; that I cannot simply relax and enjoy life, even in my “advance age” of 46? Why, oh why?

All I want to do is look up at the stars at night. Wonder about the mysteries of quantum mechanics and how that couples with the macro world. Explore the deep unknowns of complex evolving systems and how everything in the universe ties into it. Or be astounded at the beauty of a single flower. Or create wonderful algorithms that no one thought of before. Or ponder the inscrutable aspects of number theory. Or get lost all the newest and latest discoveries on DNA and genetics in general. Or…

And yet what I get to put up with is anything but sublime. Some of the things I’ve been falsely accused of would astound you. Everything from “owing” $23,000,000 to the IRS to “kidnapping” my own wife and kids that willingly wanted to come home with me a few years back. Well, long story. And I’ve got a lot of them.

All I ever wanted to do was look up at the sky and see, experience, and understand the majesty of the universe. And share part of that wonder with my kids.

Am I such a bad person? You be the judge!

This is an excerpt from SlashDot, a conversation between myself and someone who refers to himself as ”sqrt(2)”.

Sqrt(2) I have no qualms about calling something what it is.

I wish to comment on the blog — or rather the comments added to the blog — about teaching your kid how to program.

Being a parent of 3 kids myself, I have quite a bit to say about this, actually.

Many of the comments on the “teaching your kid how to program” article were very down on the idea, suggesting it would be better to teach your kid all about sports first.

Now, I though that was rather odd. I mean, why one over the other? What is so damned special about sports? One respondent claimed that it was “imposing your dreams on your kid” to teach the kid programming, but it was “OK” to teach sports instead. How is that any less “imposing your dream?” I hear of many stories how some kids actually dread the whole sports bit, little league and all, but do it anyway because their parents have “high expectations” of them to hit a silly ball across the field.

I have two daughters. Being an ardent hacker myself, I introduced both daughters to the computer early on. One of my daughters took to the computer especially well at the age of 2, where she enjoyed playing around with a painting program to make beautiful patterns and abstract art. I also taught her number theory a year or two later, where I gave her a basic understanding of prime numbers, multiplication, and division. I manage to do this cleverly enough with pennies, and showing her how a prime number of pennies could not be arranged into a rectangle other than 1 x n, where a composite number of pennies could be. Then, the height and with of the rectangle represented multiplication of those two numbers, etc.

Today, that daughter is 15. When she was 7, she built her own robots, and programmed her own websites in PHP around 9 or so. Today, she loves art and can draw at a professional level, as well as still harboring a love for math and science. She plans to go into architecture some day, so I’d better scramble together lots of cash so I can send her off to college!

The younger daughter, now 10, also loves science. It is pure joy to see her curious about the world around her.

Both daughters are wicked intelligent, and that’s not just me saying that. Everyone who knows them say that about them as well. Now, imagine what would’ve happened to their aspiring minds if I had tried to force them into sports. They would’ve been bored and resentful. Sports is just not their thing.

And my point is?

Simple. It’s all a matter of knowing your kids. You expose them to a bit of everything, and see where their interests lie. You then make it possible for them to pursue those interests. Eventually, as they get older, there interests become more refined and individual in nature, and they are almost always never exactly what the parent “hopes for”. But a good parent will continue to support the kids in their pursuit of knowledge and wonder, anyway.

Do I have a problem with my kids being into sports? Not at all. One kid loves to ice skate, which I think is great. The other kid loves martial arts.

So, as you see, I have nothing against sports in general. However, I do think it gets over-emphasized by our culture. I took a visit to my daughter’s high-school and had a look at the news articles they had posted on their billboard. More than half of those articles had to do with sports in some form or fashion. Maybe one or two had anything to do with academics.

This was very telling.

It is clear that there is much anti-intellectualism in our country, even in the schools that are charged to teach our young. This is particularly sad, considering that the rest of the world at large tends to value education more and as a result their students are so much further along than our students in the US.

I don’t know what to do with the problem at large, but I do know what to do for my own kids. Be the right example for them as far as intellectual pursuits go, and make them feel proud for their intellectual and academic accomplishments. They will be able to compete with the rest of the world in the 21st century where many US kids will wind up working a McJob.

Well, I managed to do “the impossible” — go from complete ignorance to an Oracle “guru” in just  a couple of weeks. Well, I don’t count myself a “guru” in Oracle at all, nor do I really want to be. I do consider myself to be a MySQL guru, however. At some point, I should do a more lengthly blog comparing the two databases! Stay tuned!

I sit on top of a vast ocean of knowledge.

Awaiting quietly for the place where the signs come in

O’er the twisty splash of the oceans.

I limp from day to day wishing it was all over

The searing agonizing beam of light

Tearing at my very being

Exposing my heart to the universal Ash of Ages

Lie I in the heat of stars

Cold Fusion to Hot Fission

Ideas swirl about my head to Infinity…

Awake on the peak of time

Strewn out across all space

Unknown to the rest of the Human Race

A pulse beat away from Infinity….

I look with sadness across a sea of Infinity, an endless ocean of ideas, dreams, knowledge, thoughts to tame the raging beast within. I await for a calm notion to profound me; a new spark to burn me; a clear vision to Infinity. Shall it come today or tomorrow I cannot tell and do not know, for it knows its own time in the space that is me.

Where I stand, do I dare to dream?

Silver tendrils enshroud me in complicated ways

Carrying pulses that become me

Knowing the way of the world torn asunder

Silvery pulses enclose the Finger to Forever.

Can a single mathematical expression encompass all that we are? Conventional wisdom says ‘no’, but I beg to differ. I have seen it all — I have peered into the Face of Infinity and witnessed the very equation of Life, the answer to the Universe, and a description for Everything. Whereupon the joke and humor of past times the Answer lies seriously before me. As I look upon the Answer, I am filled at once with intense delight and abject horror. The knowing of a thing is joy; the implication of a thing is foreboding.

As I stand on the threshold of Infinity, I note a rhyme…

Violence is in collusion with Peace, Order is in collusion with Chaos, Life is in collusion with Death. All remains inseparable; all remains deeply intertwined. I can only know a part of it; the knowing of the other part is pure terror and anguish at what must be and what is; intolerable pain and anguish and twisted fears and contortions of the future lines of Humanity to its eventual self-induced destruction.

I cry a billion cries of a trillion souls splayed to the deep oceanic depths of blood so red the photons refuse to bounce; I awalk the shore with my toes stained with blood and my nose filled with the rot of a trillion lost dreams. I cry and weep for the whole of Humanity as I do for the entirety of the Universe; all is lost upon the winds coaxed by the Seas of Change.

I smell my own feet caught in the Hole of Nothingness;

I remain helpless as a dead sacrifice at the top of the peak

I remain lifeless amidst the Infinite Knowledge just beyond my reach

I remain frozen within the fusion of a ton of gravity-crushed dust

I remain thoughtless amidst a wealth of dreams.

I climb out of my hole only to note I just entered it’s bottom; caught in space folding back upon itself endlessly watching my own infinite echoes to nowhere. I tether on the brink of pure unadulterated madness as I seek the geodesic that leads out of this black hole of oblivion of our future dreams and strongly-held beliefs and promises; all is lost to the winds of time and the progress of the end.

And so I take the shovel

And I dig a real hole to the real grave that awaits me

They tell me in a pollyanish way that I should never give up hope, but what is hope but an emotion? I see the encroachment of the Fire Endless and I am supposed to rely on hope to deliver me from the Flames that burns and nips my toes? Smoky toes to the bone.

I lower myself in my self-dug hole and lie myself to rest

It was a good life, fun thinking about the end of the endless stream. It was nice knowing my friends who dared to peer out at Infinity with me; how fortunate for them they could not see the horrors I see, and to experience the reality I experience, and to see the end I see. They are shielded by their ignorance and a delusion of life that will carry them well to their graves.

And so I rest my weary head and close my eyes once more for the last time in the face of Infinity.

I move forward with an idea so simple and yet so profound it could rock the universe itself.

You see, I think I understand — finally — what makes emergence tick. The answer is right in front of our faces and we miss it completely, and we miss it in exactly the same way gravitation was missed before Newton. It’s a very deep symmetry that exists on all scales of the universe and in nearly every possible system. It is there at once hiding from us and also making our world work.

Am I being deliberately evasive? Yes. Because I could be wrong, I want to rigorously check it out first before announcing it to the world. In time, all will know.

All I am saying about it now is that it has to do with the violation of ying-yang.

This morning, I awoke a New Man.

You see, I came to a rather simple realization. For all of those individuals who have tried to make me stumble throughout my life, it was not really due to a fault of my own, but theirs. You see, I simply exist, and as I exist, I seek to be great. I want to explore the universe of knowledge and understanding. I wish to accomplish many things. And indeed I have. As a kid, I educated myself in mathematics and science at a college level, even before reaching high school. While in high school, I kicked off my career as a software engineer without even knowing.

And here, after 30 years or so, I stand with many more notable accomplishments under my belt. And I’ve only just begun. I have my sights set on things far greater than anything I’ve accomplished to date.

In a real sense, I have been a giant among fools. Not that I exalt myself as being “superior”, but at the same time I must recognize that I am qualitatively different from your average bear.

So when others come to beat me down, it is not really due to a fault of my own, but to a fault of theirs. Far too long I have taken the blame for the fault of others. Far too long have I tried to find the flaw within me as an explanation for why others attack me. For too many years have I pointed the finger at myself rather than looking with the eyes of wisdom to recognize that it is not I that is the problem.

You see, we live in a world, a society, that is very good at foisting blame and guilt and shame on the individual. And sometimes the individual is at fault, but not always, you see.

As a giant, I sometimes make the fools tremble without knowing. Perhaps they are afraid of being crushed underfoot. Perhaps they are jealous they are not giants themselves. Perhaps their minds overflow with hatred.

Should I really care why a fool is a fool? It is incumbent upon me to diagnose their woes? Should not a fool take responsibility for her own self and solve her own problems?

If you are wondering why I use “her” instead of “his/her” or some other epicene phraseology, there is a good reason for that, but I’ll get to that later.

Where does my own responsibilities lie? Good question. Simple answer. My responsibilities lie in recognizing the fool for what she is, and for handling any damage the fool has caused, and for ensuring that I don’t become a fool myself.

That is to say, I can’t allow the farm to be lost because fools exist. Fools exist for sure, and fools will always be with us. Like the dust in the air, like the dirt in the sea, like the falling leaves, fools will always be. But the farm, the farm must be guarded at all costs. The farm must not be allowed to slip away to oblivion, to be raided, to be destroyed by pests, to grow with weeds due to despair. No. The farm must be guarded at all costs.

Let me explain my allegorical language above.

“The Farm” represents the body of my life’s accomplishments and the future “crop” they will yield. It is simple enough. The farm represents my life’s work and what great rewards that it may reap in the future.

The activity of fools always threaten that farm. Either directly thorough avarice, or indirectly through attrition. I must stand against the activity of fools, stand firm, stand guard. For my greatness lies in the farm. If I loose the farm, I have lost everything.

Lo, and I look upon the waters that extend to the horizon. The sunrise from the line shimmering the sky in intense hues of gold and blue amidst the cirrus clouds, assent to the apex to give warmth and light to the world. The gulls fly, the sand squeaks, the trees rustle in the oceanic morning breeze blowing in from afar, from thermals borne out of the rays of the sun.

For I am the sun to rise, to offer the world something terribly great and wonderful, that it might give life and enrich many. Including the fools that seek to make me stumble. They shall now flee in terror not due to me, but due to their own shortcomings. For, as I bear no responsibility for their attacks against me, neither shall I bear any responsibility for their own self-induced undoing. Like the leaves that fall to the earth and turn brown and crumble, so shall be the fools that would dare to cross paths with giants!

And now for why I use “her” and “she” when referring to fools.

You see, most of the fools in my life, in one capacity or another, who have crossed my path in their attempts to make me stumble, all tended to be female. This is simply an observation, not a plea for misogyny. I do not know why. Surely, there are equal numbers of fools in both sexes, but for some reason the ones who have tried to trip me up have been largely female. I have no explanation; only observations. Even when the fool is male, usually there was a female fool in the works that initiated the trouble. And oh yes, there are some males involved as well. Oh yes.

Can I stop a fool from being a fool? I don’t think so. But I can and will stand firm against a fool and prevent her from ripping everything away and from turning the farm into a desert.

I’m not feeling particulaly well right now, because I made a major snafu that may have cost me the future. It’s one of those minor things that snowballs into major consequences. But I will learn from this consequence and do better in the future.

Oh, and now I know how it feels to be abjectly stupid. Oh, how the great Fred has fallen.

Hello, world!

Had a bit of a nasty dream this morning, and now I lie awake. Silly, I know, except not. Some good things have transpired in my divorce proceedings, and yet I can’t help but feel a sense of frustration. Perhaps it’s the slow pace of the law — I wish it were over already. Lawyers are getting fat and happy — they are the only winners in a divorce.

But, I’ve been through much worse and have emerged victorious, and this too shall pass. Just got to hang in there for a bit longer and all will be OK.

Don’t know what my “profound thought for the day” will be yet — I usually have one every morning, but this morning started way too early. I really should go back to sleep but, I AWAKE. Yep, you get it.

As far as the politics and horrors that are going on in the world, I have more or less tuned out on them. Hearing more about how the apes are apes has no appeal to me whatsoever. It’s all rather pointless after a a fashion. Same crud, different mud. You know what I mean. The teachings of Transcendental Sets have told me to not worry over such things, and so I won’t. Human-nodes will be human-nodes.

If you are still reading this, now you must be scratching your head going, “what???!” Don’t worry, I will explain all at some future date. You see, I have learned a great and terrible secret about the universe. And you want to know what that secret is?

My god, it’s full of Transcendental Sets!

Now do you understand?

I’m at the MySQL Camp today, and we’re discussing a lot of really interesting and cool things regarding MySQL.

Finally got this back up and running! It’s been a while, but here I am! More later….

Last year I caught this rare moment at Borders on video!

I posted this on SlashDot.com today.

Anyone who have read The China Study would know, based on this study, that the biggest factor in our health is diet. According to Campbell, author of this book, a whole plant based diet is the most healthy ever. Animal protein is bad news and one should not consume more than 21 grams of it a day. You are better off not eating it at all.

The processed foods that many of us eat appears to be the culprit for many of our current ills, including obesity and diabetes. And overloading our bodies with too much protein is simply doing all kinds of damage in the long run. We simply do not need that much protein, and we get an adequate amount of it from plant-based foods.

Dairy is bad news as well, and should be avoided.

As a father of a vegetarian household, where we’ve been vegetarian for over 12 years, I must say my kids are healthy as oxes. And it just amazes me how misinformed most people are about diet and nutrition. One of my daughters keeps getting weird questions like, “so where do you get your protein?” Well, duh, every living thing has protein in it!!!!!

All I can say is read the book. This is not a fad book, but a serious scientific study. It does touch on the politics of meat as well, and I happen to agree with some of Campbell’s conclusions. But seriously folks! The science is hard to deny.

Well, folks, I strongly suggest you read The China Study.

Am I nuts? Maybe. But I think I’ve come up with a true Explanation for Everything. Well, maybe not an “explanation” per-se, but a description. Something that would explain the Universe and everything in it, in mathematical terms. The name for it is “Transcendental Sets”, though I may eventually call it “Hypercells”. But here I will refer to it both ways, interchangeably.

Transcendental Sets is a “new” mathematical system I am creating. It hopes to be able do describe Emergence in a general way that has not, to the best of my knowledge, been done before. It encompasses the entire system from the elemental constituents up to the macro levels of ontology.

Let me explain before you decide I am a complete crank!

Consider, if you will, quarks. Quarks interact by exchanging gluons. 3 quarks comprise baryons, and 2 quarks comprise mesons. The grouping of quarks into baryons or mesons is what I refer to as a “hypercell” — which is a type of set in which its constituents interact in some way. Here, the quarks constantly exchange gluons amongst themselves.

Now, the next level of organization — for baryons, at least — is organization into nuclei of atoms as is the case for the neutrons and protons. These bayons do interact via the “strong nuclear force” (really just the quarks and gluons interacting). But clearly the nucleus is a different thing from quarks and from the baryons — nucleons — that constitute them. Thus, the nucleus represents a new order hypercell.

Now, the nucleus forms a hypercell with electrons to make an atom. Thusly, the atom is a hypercell. It is distinct from the electrons and the nucleus that comprises it. It has emergent properties of its own that its constituents does not possess apart.

So, now we have this ascending levels of order — quarks –> nucleons –> nucleus –> atom. Each level represents something distinctly different with emergent properties the parts do not possess alone. Also note that a level of order depends, in part at least, on the emergent properties of the levels beneath it. That is to say, emergence of one level sets the stage for emergence to take place on the higher levels.

And so, let’s continue. Atoms interact to form molecules. The details of those interactions has to do with the way the electrons, bound to the nucleus as a part of the atom hypercell, now has new emergent properties that allows them to interact with other atoms in such a fashion to form what is called “chemical bonds”. The chemical bonds are an emergent phenomenon of atoms — something electrons would not do on their own, and neither would the nuclei. And so now we have molecules — hypercells of a new order.

Needless to say we can continue. molecules can themselves group together to form higher levels of order, as do the amino acids group together to form polypeptide chains. Or the sub-units of DNA group together to form DNA. Polypeptide chains fold in ways that give them unique properties that we call proteins or enzymes. Groupings of these units form organelles. Organelle groupings form the biological cell. Biological cells form organs, and organs form organisms. For the human organism, humans group together to form families and clans/societies, and societies group together to form countries. Atoms and molecules organize in many other ways besides the biological path, such as forming planets and stars, and planets and stars form planetary/star systems, and those group together to form galaxies. Galaxies form galactic clusters, and those, of course, form the whole of the Universe.

And to trace this chain or order, we have quarks –> nucleons –> nucleus –> atoms –> molecules –> molecular chains –> organelles –> biological cells –> tissues –> organs –> organisms –> families –> societies –> countries. Or a different branch: molecules –> planets and stars –> stellar systems –> galaxies –> galactic clusters –> universe. (This is not perfect nor complete, of course, because stars are too hot for individual molecules to make much of a difference, for example. Also, there were many levels left out when we went from molecules to planets.)

At each new level of order, you have new hypercells or transcendental sets forming. The formations are dependent on emergent properties of the levels beneath, yet in most cases the emergence is “unexpected” — one would not be able to directly predict or infer the emergence from the basis of the properties of the lower levels.

More to come later…

I have much to say, and will eventually get around to saying it. For now, kick your feet back, relax, and enjoy the quietude!