Why E =/ mc²

On a journey of thought, each must alight at his stop...

REJ:- Wel. Apparently I have to find a job. I think Sioned said it was to pay for the building. Although to me it looks like the building is already builded, and there is no actual building going on to be paid for. Now when Marx was first confused by Hegel -

Sioned:- I am here you know -

REJ:- No cariad! It doesn't look big at all! And in fairness, chwarae teg, it is quite a small room...

Sioned:- *Sosban! *

REJ:- *Ooof! * Iesu mawr ofnadwy diawl yffern!* *etc *

Sioned:- 3 hours choosing this! I don't know why I bother! *slam! *

REJ:- Yes please!, two sugars. Have one yourself. Oooh! Where's she gone? Never mind. I made my own yesterday, and not much went wrong. Let's see......nawrte boys.....must skip the rygby.....dim ond 15 pages..... aha! The classifieds. 'Wanted:- Niwclear scientist. Must like sand. Fully funded pension pot...' Hmmm....Wel I did visit Trawsfynydd that time....Oooh! What's this? 'Wanted:- Motorcycle dispatch rider. Must like sand. Yiddish speaker preferred'. Wel, how silly. Binary is the language of heaven. Wel, I tried. Helo! Who's this?! -

AE:- Zer ist nicht ein magic maus! -

REJ:- Wel, that's good to know -

AE:- Aber mein pet scanner machen gut. Ich bin positive about that -

REJ:- A pet is for life, not just for brecwast. I'm an electron multiplier -

AE:- Undt zehr vell behaved zey are too. Ich bin machened kaput mit never solven it. Undt es ist annoyenning. Ich canst keinen resten! -

REJ:- ffs – you're half German, REJ -

AE:- Aber nicht zee sprechen bit -

REJ:- Wel, why don't you phone your mutti? -

AE:- Sie vill vollen zee fiver back -

REJ:- Good point -

AE:- Undt zee other fivers -

REJ:- That's enough of that, let's not get off on the wrong foot. Besides, I did a thought experiment and concluded she wouldn't like second-hand money. Anyway, you haven't made a proper entrance yet. You're supposed to make an entrance. And turn into an animal or something. Makes it clearer you see -

AE:- ? -

REJ:- Looks like I have to do everything. OK, you can be a magic maus. Irony sortofthing -

AE:- Eeeeek! -

REJ:- One that can speak, you banana. Otherwise it's not going to work at all -

AE:- Ich vollen ein cheese. Mit biscuits -

REJ:- Up the IQ ein bischen -

AE:- Iesu mawr! -

REJ:- A touch more -

AE:- Un funud fach cyn elo'r haul o'r wybren, un funud fwyn cyn delo'r hwyr i'w hynt, I gofio am y pethau anghofiedig -

REJ:- That'll do. Now switch back to Cherman. And stop nibbling my laces -

AE:- It Vas on ze tag of 29 may 1919, zat ich habered ze greatest momentum of mein life -

REJ:- You got picked for outside-half? -

AE:- Nein -

REJ:- You lost a pfenning and found a mark? -

AE:- Nein -

REJ:- Am I getting warm? -

AE:- Nein -

REJ:- You've just called the police on my smartphone -

AE:- Ich vill asken fur ambulance -

REJ:- Wel. That won't do any good, you should call the vet -

AE:- Zer vill be nicht any keinen more interuptionnens. Ich vas machen ze lookchen at ze eclipsennachtsky mit fingers crossed, ven zer it vas! Ze licht bendenning! Gott in himmel aber nicht mit spielen dice! Ich exclammenned. Ich vas right. Undt now sein Satnav machen gut. Undt zat bomben thingy. Undt -

REJ:- Iesu Mawr!

AE:- Up a touch -

REJ:- FlippenflappenVindscreenVappen! Feynman never signed that petition, you know -

AE:- Never machenminden. Ich vas going to machen sprecht undt 50 zillion other thingens -

REJ:- I'd love to see how this Googletranslates into Russian -

AE:- Ich thinken much zehr better -

REJ:- Wel. It looks like you were right then -

AE:- Ya!, ya!, everywhere except ver Ich vas wrong. Ze other 50 zillion thingens. Observationnens. Ich binned 99.9% right fur ein century. Aber Ich could nicht machen it fitzen mit ze others vot ver also sprach 99.9% right aber incompatible. Es ist annoyenning, like vot I sed -

REJ:- Vel, I mean wel, I wouldn't worry about it, Cox is on the job -

AE:- *Eeeeek! * *pop! *

REJ:- Hmmm,,,, One of the cats must have scared him. Helo? Who's this? -

DH:- Och. It's me. -

REJ:- So it is. Er -

DH:- Och. Etc. I telt youse, passion leads reason -

GhostofghostofAEinmouseform:- Die fatten fucker hast ein mirror! -

REJ:- Sense now boys! And ghosts of ghost-mice! Let's keep this friendly -

DH:- Ah'm here tae dae a wee bit about empirical doubt, and then a save, just tae clear things up -

REJ:- Will that take long? Only if my chair's not real, give me a wink first so I can stand up before you say it -

DH:-It might no be real, but then neither would the argument against it -

REJ:- I'm standing up, just in case. I feel like singing! Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i -

AE:- Nicht again! *pop! * -

DH:- My books are rightbuttrite boring, timorous beastie, so I'll just say empiricism is kosher -

AE:- Zat ist gut. It vill annoyen Verner. Aber varum are you hieren then? -

DH:- Ich – bollox! - Ah'm here to do that miracle thing -

AE:- Ich nichten believen sie -

DH:- Yes that one. Er....something about a spider in a cave....a wee one....

REJ:- Don't worry, no one reads them -

DH:- If Fatima throws a spear a million times, and a billion people claim she is a man, we should believe -

*click! *

REJ:- Diawl yffern! Sioned's back! If she heard that you're for it! Quick! Out the window! *Shove! * -

DH:- Och! But the door - *Splat! * -

REJ:- A mere aspect of geometry! er...or is it a wavicular wind from the Caspian Sea? -

Sioned:- Wel? Did you get a job? Let me guess -

REJ:- Ah, my little tip-tackling prop forward! You see it's like this. I was just about to get a job, when -

Sioned:- Emmanuel Jones! If you're going to say someone dead came through the catflap, changed into an animal, and stopped you doing what I asked – again – wel, don't bother! Seriously, don't bother -

REJ:- No Cariad! I wouldn't dream of it! You've got me all wrong! Nothing came through the catflap at all -

Sioned:- Wel, that's something I suppose -

REJ:- But under the sofa is the ghost of the ghost of the ghost of a magic mouse who is Einstein, and then Hume -

Sioned:- ?!*^!?!!

*Cutaway a la Hitchcock.....dog scrabbling at door * etc -

REJ:- *Implausible recovery! * Nope, definitely more Mars than Venus there -

Sioned:- If that didn't knock some sense into you, nothing will. *Slam! * etc -

REJ:- Come to think of it, I do feel a bit different actually. Sort of sharper -

EW:- Mathematics is unreasonably effective in the natural sciences. It is not at all natural that laws of nature exist, much less that man is able to discover them. The miracle of the appropriateness of the language of mathematics for the formulation of the laws of physics is a wonderful gift, which we neither understand or deserve. -

REJ:- *Cough! * …. *Ahem! I do feel strange * -

A crassly circular blunder, reminiscent of Cox et lhc al's non-objective datum projected singularity, accompanied by the usual embarrassing neotenous giggles, or of any fatuous fine-tuning fantasy of creationists of either ilk. You can't completely check one theory against fundamental reality from within it, since you lack an external calibrant. You can't have logic wrong, as statement or conclusion. Philosophy is complete with logic = true. The rest is extrapolation or invalid. When an observation is illogical, something is wrong, somewhere in the chain. Large numbers are but small numbers multiplied. Large numbers of observations are but small numbers of observations multiplied. Simplify by mere division. Remove all multiples and stand back from the shoulders of giants to see.

The number of components of an experiment does not affect validity. Since empirical theories are ultimately calibrated against one another – the only way – they can only distil to minimum two fundamental, eternally incompatible, yet both working higher up – since that's how they were distilled. The Scientific Method – guess, check – works all the way up to singular fundamental science, when you run out of anything to check against. It is difficult to fancy what they were expecting to see when they got there – all claim there is an end of the rainbow to be reached – but I'd expect fundamental theories incompatible, indivisible, and nonsense on dials.

Now who would deny a billion observations? The exponents of either fundamental theory would deny the other's. This is invalid. The experiment becomes valid only as a whole, with the emergent composite uber-observation. Manifold and mutually exclusive theories from the same, repeatable data = suspect data. The valid observation becomes the century of observations viewed in their entirety, root and branch. The valid conclusion is only latterly possible, once the tree of knowledge has grown.

We return to poor Wigner. Maths is a language like any other. Maths is accelerated words, nifty algorithms accelerated maths. Central to the surprise that fundamentally incorrect theories should work so well, and precipitate further successful condensate equations and functional technology and tests within reality absolute, is the mysterious obeisance of the universe to mathematics. The mystery evaporates on noticing that mathematics is but a language, it's mysterious law is logic, and this is presupposed in application such as in the universality of physics as an arbitrary axiom, alongside a plethora of exceptions we are told to similarly arbitrarily ignore where physics breaks down. Thus the descriptive and predictive power of mathematics is intrinsic to the application of the method. The surprise then reduces to the fact that science works. This is because science that doesn't work is discarded. Wigner is far from alone in being smitten by nothing.

EW:- *Pop! *

The point is which branches will bear further fruit, the point of learning how the magic works is to learn how to work the magic, the projection of mathematics to 'elsewhere' for unification is invalid and fruitless -

REJ:- Ah! It's little Ethan Emmanuel Jones bach! Wel, there's lovely isn't it? Give us a song boy! -

EEJ:- O'r gorau. *Twinkle twinkle, little star, how I wonder * -

REJ:- Oooh! Do that german one! For a friend of mine -

EEJ:- *Schlaft in himmlische ruhhhhh.....uhhhhhh, Schlaft in himmlische ruhhhhhhh * -

REJ:- Nos da, Albert, cysgu'n dawel.

On Writing

Now you see what I did there, in the omission, the bit you can't see. The last two poems may appear contradictory, or hazy at least, as if searching. This is impressionism painted in words that should not be read in three dimensions alone. I wrote them in the other order, another direction. The brushstroke can be a sleight of mind. I say I, when I know there are no individuals, and there is no writing. We put an impression of a paradox in there. REJ regrets he is unable to correct everyone. He uses 1st and 3rd person, but is neither. Translation is delegated by necessity, perfection unreadable.

There are two forms of writing - plagiarism that is noticed, and plagiarism that isn't. A word is a bucket, it contains many meanings, none objective, each a currency. Each synonym therein is itself a composition, supposedly wedded to one meaning, yet we may hear the echo of many mistresses. Each word before and after changes this again. Pictures are closer, more direct. Music is the larger canvas, permitting chords.

Pome for the day

Magic, magic beating bag,
Thread of starshine,
Stitch of spacetime,
Bag for life, bag for death,
Inbetween the thought of breath
Shines as droplets on the web,
Glistens frozen time so captured
Raptured once, then wove again,
All is one but now and then.

The Time Serpent

Mr E he had a thought
A compound lie to get to nought
And that's because we all believe
The answers that our thoughts conceive

He thought there was no flow of time
He thought it later, but that's fine
For locally so it would look
To set the pages in the book

Now if you try to watch a clock
Within it then your time I mock
Before his time he decohered
And then the problem disappeared

Perhaps he didn't want to go
Perhaps he couldn't see it so
Perhaps he found it all too queer
If not dead true then gosub fear

The strange case of Dr.Bendi and the something else. Part the IVth perhaps.

REJ:- Indeed. Wel, it's a blwyddyn newydd and no mistake. The Sun has gone around the Earth once more, the Earth has risen and fallen towards the snow, the electric atmosphere is in the meter, and the Swans are in the Premiership -

Sioned:- What sort of a shit intro is that? For a start the Earth -

REJ:- It looked the same -

Sioned:- You haven't looked at f all on Earth since I bought you that -

REJ:- ...And as I gaze, in awesome wonder, consider all the worlds thy hands hath *Ooof!*

Sioned:- Six inch refractor my arse *slam!*

REJ:- Hmmm...wrong move order perhaps. Anyway I was thinking - on the way back from the Llew Coch to the Llew Ddu neithiwr, that there wasn't half an awesome wonder lot of dots in the sky. I counted 12, but Dai Penweddig swore he counted 16. At least he swore 16 times. He did. Yes. Er - was that a whoop I heard? -

Dr.B:- No.

REJ:- Good. I thought for a moment -

Dr.B:- It was 2 moments actually, really ten. 7 non-thought and 3 thought later. The -

REJ:- And just past the Lamb & Flag, by the bottle recycling - clear not green or mixed - I

Dr.B:- Or brown -

REJ:- Yes, or not brown either, I saw a shooting star and immediately thought of Simon Cowell -

Dr.B:- Not immediately -

REJ:- Aha! I see how you did it this time! How you snuck in without me noticing. It was inbetween notices -

Dr.B:- Whoop! Whoop! You're later compositions until you decompose and can't get any laters yous illuded by persistence of envisions driven by entropy geared through hierarchical homeostatis and extrinsic filtered inputs. Conscious transfers across physical platforms continually as cells die in the brain. You are many times new you -

REJ:- And.... he's off.

Dr.B:- This means we can engineer later subjective reality and -

REJ:- And I can eat a pastie. Look fuck off with your conscious trivia. I can't see how -

Dr.B:- You can't see through yourself -

REJ:- You can't look after yourself -

Dr.B:- Lets look after each other -

REJ:- I'm fairtrade I'm afraid -

Dr.B:- So am I. We are the plucky ones -

REJ:- I don't see dead people -

Dr.B:- Correct! It is irrelevant. That's why I mentioned it. Science can be done unconsciously and always has been, between every thought. The foundational epistemology is logic = true. You can't prove it isn't! The rest is extrapolation or invalid. Paraconsistent logic is invalid. Invalid I say! -

REJ:- I heard you later. Why are you stuck to the wall btw? -

Dr.B:- I think it's the static -

REJ:- What's static? -

Dr.B:- I am. So is the world, but the scenery is moving at the speed of light. The speed of light is not the speed of light. The points of reference are -

REJ:- I bet if I didn't interrupt you, we'd see how much you really know -

Dr.B:- Touche Turtle away! You can't resist it! Besides I am a Dr. Fermi Who alien from the previous future elsewhere, and I know everything. I'm going to tell you -

REJ:- You're sufficiently advanced as to be indistinguishable from tragic -

Dr.B:- Wrong! I'm not going to tell you that. Where are you going? -

REJ:- I thought I could just read it later later. I hate these ones live -

Dr.B:- You want to try being me. There's a picture hook scratching a mole on my back. Whoop! etc. Peep! perhaps.

REJ:- I'll get you a swannee whistle, mother Clanger -

Dr.B:- Little clanger to mothership! Come in mothership! Remote scanning device malfunctioning! I'm going in! Local percept electromag fullbeam and zigzag motion! Transgalactic Nav disabled! To the isolated agrarian! Anus estimation was incorrect! Repeat incorrect! We're going to need a bigger probe!

*Swannee!*

REJ:- ffs.

Dr.B:- I've landed on the crown of the tree of knowledge.

REJ:- *tiptoe! Sneak!*

Dr.B:- You want sound effects for that. Anyway I've landed on the crown of the tree of knowledge -

REJ:- No, you've just knocked the vase over -

Dr.B:- I must insist I have landed on the crown of the tree of knowledge! -

REJ:- Whatever you say. Just get it over with. Wtf are you laternow doing up there? -

Dr.B:- I'm a glitter ball! Glitter in my head! Heads in bits! Download! *Oooof!* Now there I was an apple -

REJ:- Wel, you can explain the mess to Sioned. And don't plant those empty bottles this time -

Dr.B:- Now Prune!!! Prune like you've never pruned before! -

REJ:- I haven't -

Dr.B:- Prune the twigs! Prune the tree! The maps are not the territory! -

REJ:- Worst rhyme ever -

Dr.B:- Now you can't start at the top until it's grown. And if you're on a twig you can't see the tree.

REJ:- I'll lop off media studies then - *lop!*

Dr.B:- Down we go! Down the trunk! BioChemPhys sums debunk! -

REJ:- The maths is not the territory! -

Dr.B:- That's it! Join in. Now what was it? Was logic the seed, and the branches equations? -

REJ:- I think psychosis was the seed, and -

Dr.B:- No! It wasn't that! *Peep! Whoop! Swannee!* Down the empirical miracle tree! The roots are invalid just like you and me! -

REJ:- Here, have a bed.

Dr.B:- Thanks. Yes bed. Seedbed. Yes. You end up with minimum 2 roots that can't be intwined into 1. Do not make up more roots. No. They'll all be invalid however long. Thirst! Thirst for knowledge! The thirst remains strong! Strong but wrong, diddly dong! 99.9diddly9% right, is wrong!. x2.

REJ:- *click!* Ah, Prof Cox is on. Again. Duw!, that's a big telescope. Mine's tiny next to his. I wonder how far his can see outside? Sioned says size doesn't matter when it comes to Cox. I suppose it is subjective after all.

Awesome Wonder

Have you ever wondered what separates two spacetimes? Nothing couldn't, only something could. Have you ever wondered what separates three spacetimes? Only something could. Have you ever wondered what separates five spacetimes? Only something could. Have you ever wondered what separates nine spacetimes? Only something could. Have you ever wondered what the biggest number is?

TB:- Mass Killer

Third-class minah lawyer, Rictus GrinBlair, has too much to shoulder to shoulder. But after scouring the Earth for years in vain, he has at last found a friend, in the realm of his imagination. Croeso i llanfihangel-y-Creuddun, Rictus GrinBlair! -

RGB:- Call me Tony -

REJ:- Don't smile then -

RGB:- Look, are you just going to like, look, like, are you going to like just make things up, or use direct quotes? -

REJ:- Whatever makes you look best -

RGB:- Listen. I read the Bible everyday, I read the Koran everyday. But should an investment banker make more in a week than a nurse does in 5 years? You can debate that, but I don't know the answer.

REJ:- I know the answer -

RGB:- Btw, did you make that one up?

REJ:- I'm not that good.

RGB:- Don't mention the war -

REJ:- Blessed are the peacemakers. Now when Martin McGuinness was made minister for education, a lot of people felt Caligula's horse mistreated by history. But can you think of a sillier appointment? -

RGB:- Saddam Hussein was a very bad man -

REJ:- I trust and fear your intelligence. But how, alone in the world, did you come to notice? And what makes a very bad man? Or invisible man? -

RGB:- That's a very difficult question. But, look, I'm not going to text Mandy. A morality shared is amorality squared. Lets get this sorted. Look, I'll throw my script away, we won't be needing this - *fling!...rehearsed ad-lib* etc Do you like my sweat? -

REJ:- Keep going -

RGB:- Look, war is a very difficult subject. But basically, lets be honest, if a genocidal german wears a symmetrical cross, and no hat, he is a bad man. But if a genocidal german wears an asymmetrical-about-horizontal cross, and a big hat, he is a good man, and should be worshipped. Invisible genocide's the best of all. -

REJ:- Wel, say what you like about Him, He did make the universes run on time. So Saddam was german? -

RGB:- No big hat, Richard!, no big hat! -

REJ:- What about the cross? -

RGB:- He did symmetrical crosswords. It says so in this dossier. -

REJ:- Shame about Cook and Kelly -

RGB:- Ah, those troublesome priests. Yes, that was terribly bad luck. Fancy them both -

REJ:- Rather than Cherie, yes -

RGB:- It was starving the children I enjoyed the most -

REJ:- er...

RGB:- *Beep!....o..f...f...m...e..s...s..a..g..e....* -

REJ:- Tell me about Ratzi again. Only there was something about your eyes -

RGB:- Oh, he's lovely. Said it was all alright - no one was really dead, I should go easy on myself, forgive it all away, - that sort of thing. I felt much better trusting my instincts that I had trusted before but which were wrong because I had trusted them too much and hadn't had my new correct instincts to trust correctly but instead had trusted the wrong kind of Jesus, like a fool.

REJ:- Ah that was it! Must milk the goat.