You probably think no one listens to my talking about the 4-D universe and other highly technical stuff.

Well, following up on the articles below, I wrote a piece for a physics journal which combined several versions of string theory.

I called it Whitaker’s Rope.

Immediate replies came in from several imminent high speed physics researchers.

All of them recommended that I get some rest.

A couple took the time to suggest specific professional help.

Galileo put together a device, the telescope, already used in Northern Europe, as was the microscope, and looked through it.   He brought it to Rome and so he “invented” it.

He was condemned because the Catholic Church, like all religion, put man, and therefore man’s home planet at the center of the universe.

What should have been an abstract discovery became an epochal battle, and it was summed up this way:   Religion Versus Reality.    For the sophisticated, Reality was now at the center of the universe, not man and his planet.

Now we have accepted this Reality versus Religion to the extent that even the Pope now wonders if there is other life in the universe.   Everybody put Reality at the center of the universe.

But what we see as reality is OUR reality.   It is Reality which only exists if you are in this particularly four-dimensional block, observing from inside three dimensional as your being proceeds with absolute consistency through a fourth dimension, time.

The telescope put us in our place as one small planet in a universe of soar systems and galaxies.   So we began to think, “Is there life o other planets?”

Now with the 4-D box we naturally wonder “Would an observer in another box be like us?”

And lose themselves in speculation.

But if you stick to the basic question, you don’t get confused:

“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”

Speculations about other realities are as important as the temperature of Neptune.  It has its place.

But the essential question is always the same : “is any feeling being benefited?  Is any feeling being hurt?”

That is my final version of Reality.

We exist in a four-dimensional solid block.

We only LIVE because we can move in three of those dimensions, but the fourth one, time, only allows us to move within it at a certain, unchanging speed.

Before you say this sounds New Age or philosophical, let me hasten to point out that it is not only the basis of Einsteinian Theory, but it is also the basis of C.S. Lewis’s theology.  There is not a radical word in it.

This four-dimensional picture is solid and conservative.   It is AFTER we accept it and start babbling conclusions that we begin sounding like Aristotle at his dumbest talking about why women are born to have less teeth than men.

There was an interesting overlap between Einstein’s four-dimensional physics and C.S. Lewis’ use of it for theology when Einstein attacked quantum physics by saying that “God does not play dice with the universe.”

Quantum physics said that the tiniest particles in our universe pop back and forth from out a four-dimensional box into other four-dimensional regularly, but so many of them do it that statistically our universe remains stable.

But if you admit this, you are saying that there are other universes for these particles to pop in and out of.   Einstein calls this THE universe, the universe of which his God is the master.

String theory has come along to reconcile quantum physics and Einsteinian physics.   I am not about to try to explain THAT until I understand it.

And I have my doubts about string theory for reasons that have nothing to do with the math all this is cloaked in.

I suspect string theory BECAUSE it so conveniently bridges the gap between Relativity and Quantum Theory.   I doubt seriously whether anybody else would imagine such a thing.

Interest in my articles is almost perfectly less the less the less the subject interests ME.

This is perfectly natural.  What you want to say is up there in your frontal lobe, ready to go out of your mouth.

What I really want is the inspirations that are not yet formulated back in your occipital lobe.

So Why is Information Produced really belongs here, where I am talking to myself.

This is a question which must be thought out by every interrogator, writer, newsman, teacher, manager, in fact it is a professional matter for everybody except a semiretarded unskilled laborer.

Any Name spends his life avoiding expression of anything from his occipital lobe.

Comment to bobw1830@outlook.com

This could have been called “Porch Talk,” but I don’t want to get those discussions mixed up with whatever appears here.

Porch Talk was for you.   This is for me.

No one questions you when you say you want to take a walk.

So I am taking a talk.

What really makes this different is that I am not taking a talk, I’m WRITING.

You might say that writing began as an industry.  It was an especially learned skill, part of a profession or by the head of family.

“It is written” meant it was important.

In the Evil White Man’s World, illiteracy, like starvation, is a thing of the past for anyone anywhere near normal.   You can still starve to death in hospital room, in fact, that is the only place anyone still does starve in the Evil White Man’s world.   Illiteracy has gone the same way.

You can only starve in a hospital because that is where we put people whose bodies are failing to process the nourishment they need.    There are tens of billions of dollars waiting to be spent on anyone who is illiterate, so the case has to be pathological for one to be unable to read.

Mommy Professor is a lot like the medical profession until a couple of centuries ago.   His ridiculous theories not only make the case worse, all the official thinking goes into the modern version of bleeding and using astrology, so that Mommy Professor today, like his  medical counterparts in earlier days, is a brick wall against any constructive approach.

This has happened to all to all thinking.  With the general spread of literacy, writing, like Mommy Professor’s Intellectualism, has become the property of of those who ordain each other as Intellectuals.

The spread of writing has lead to the restriction of writing to a bureaucracy, an industry.

Actually, set of different industries, each of which is largely  a product of personal contacts rather than any originality on the part of the professionals.

In fact if you want to write for a bureaucracy, originality is a death sentence.

OK. Bob’s Meanderings is now a go and no longer needs to go on the main page.