Apr 05 2009
The Universe Is What We Make It. So Give Me Back My Cheese Bitch.
The universe is an amazing place; unique in its nature, and utterly dependent on human perspective. As it stands, the universe is both metaphysical and physical, observed and unknown. The human condition is a direct result of the universe, and the universe is the product of human regard.
If there’s no one around to measure the resulting gravity wave, does a star explode?
The size of the universe depends on out understanding of space (the *outer* kind), so the further we can see, the bigger the universe. In the stone age, the universe would probably have reached as far as the contemporary explanation for stars. Today, I know that my universe is a lot smaller than Stephen Hawking’s one is, because he is able to envision a much greater reach of matter, light and energy. The physical being is the same, but the existence of what I cannot see is irrelevant until I decide that is has importance.
I managed to be born without prior knowledge that I was coming into being in a limitless expanse of space/time, absolute knowledge of which would cause my brain to implode and form a miniature black hole, sucking in the entire galaxy to compensate from the trauma.
I shall continue to exist comfortably without total understanding or even creditable comprehension of the universe as an entire unit.
I’m quite happy with my tiny little corner. My Nan makes me pie. I wouldn’t trade that for anything. It’s good pie.
HOWEVER. And its a big however. Admitting ignorance, and a desire for continuing ignorance will not prevent me from taking my knowledge of new, recent and theoretical science and scientific applications and devising strange, odd ways to use them.
That’s what this is all about. Bastardising science for the sake of entertainment. Go me.
Tomorrow: Time is Why Toast Lands Butter Side Up. Ergo Time is Evil. Really.
Sincerely Massiks.
