Infinity

 

Hurrah for Zero which leaves me in peace! from Les Miserables

 I hate Diderot; he is an ideologist, a declaimer, and a revolutionist, a believer in God at bottom, and more bigoted than Voltaire. Voltaire made sport of Needham, and he was wrong, for Needham’s eels prove that God is useless. A drop of vinegar in a spoonful of flour paste supplies the fiat lux. Suppose the drop to be larger and the spoonful bigger; you have the world. Man is the eel. Then what is the good of the Eternal Father? The Jehovah hypothesis tires me, Bishop. It is good for nothing but to produce shallow people, whose reasoning is hollow. Down with that great All, which torments me! Hurrah for Zero which leaves me in peace! Between you and me, and in order to empty my sack, and make confession to my pastor, as it behooves me to do, I will admit to you that I have good sense. I am not enthusiastic over your Jesus, who preaches renunciation and sacrifice to the last extremity. ’Tis the counsel of an avaricious man to beggars. Renunciation; why? Sacrifice; to what end? I do not see one wolf immolating himself for the happiness of another wolf. Let us stick to nature, then. We are at the top; let us have a superior philosophy. What is the advantage of being at the top, if one sees no further than the end of other people’s noses? Let us live merrily. Life is all. That man has another future elsewhere, on high, below, anywhere, I don’t believe; not one single word of it. Ah! sacrifice and renunciation are recommended to me; I must take heed to everything I do; I must cudgel my brains over good and evil, over the just and the unjust, over the fas and the nefas. Why? Because I shall have to render an account of my actions. When? After death. What a fine dream! After my death it will be a very clever person who can catch me. Have a handful of dust seized by a shadow-hand, if you can. Let us tell the truth, we who are initiated, and who have raised the veil of Isis: there is no such thing as either good or evil; there is vegetation. Let us seek the real. Let us get to the bottom of it. Let us go into it thoroughly. What the deuce! let us go to the bottom of it! We must scent out the truth; dig in the earth for it, and seize it. Then it gives you exquisite joys. Then you grow strong, and you laugh. I am square on the bottom, I am. Immortality, Bishop, is a chance, a waiting for dead men’s shoes. Ah! what a charming promise! trust to it, if you like! What a fine lot Adam has! We are souls, and we shall be angels, with blue wings on our shoulder-blades. Do come to my assistance: is it not Tertullian who says that the blessed shall travel from star to star? Very well. We shall be the grasshoppers of the stars. And then, besides, we shall see God. Ta, ta, ta! What twaddle all these paradises are! God is a nonsensical monster. I would not say that in the Moniteur, egad! but I may whisper it among friends. Inter pocula. To sacrifice the world to paradise is to let slip the prey for the shadow. Be the dupe of the infinite! I’m not such a fool. I am a nought. I call myself Monsieur le Comte Nought, senator. Did I exist before my birth? No. Shall I exist after death? No. What am I? A little dust collected in an organism. What am I to do on this earth? The choice rests with me: suffer or enjoy. Whither will suffering lead me? To nothingness; but I shall have suffered. Whither will enjoyment lead me? To nothingness; but I shall have enjoyed myself. My choice is made. One must eat or be eaten. I shall eat. It is better to be the tooth than the grass. Such is my wisdom. After which, go whither I push thee, the grave-digger is there; the Pantheon for some of us: all falls into the great hole. End. Finis. Total liquidation. This is the vanishing-point. Death is death, believe me. I laugh at the idea of there being any one who has anything to tell me on that subject. Fables of nurses; bugaboo for children; Jehovah for men. No; our to-morrow is the night. Beyond the tomb there is nothing but equal nothingness. You have been Sardanapalus, you have been Vincent de Paul—it makes no difference. That is the truth. Then live your life, above all things. Make use of your I while you have it. In truth, Bishop, I tell you that I have a philosophy of my own, and I have my philosophers. I don’t let myself be taken in with that nonsense. Of course, there must be something for those who are down,—for the barefooted beggars, knife-grinders, and miserable wretches. Legends, chimæras, the soul, immortality, paradise, the stars, are provided for them to swallow. They gobble it down. They spread it on their dry bread. He who has nothing else has the good God. That is the least he can have. I oppose no objection to that; but I reserve Monsieur Naigeon for myself. The good God is good for the populace.

BASIC IDEAS OF NIKOLAI FEDOROV

 1. The contemporary humanity is divided into

ty ae leh ee ws 8) the learned and unlearned, the rich and poor. acetone A poy ee GR 4! The common task is to restore the kinship and Hise ah gatunle®, shou ate etme NG Ny ANG unity of the human kind. . Bes CAA wy iat ae '\:\| 2. People are brothers because they have one " y BA, Sart wear Ne ,:| heavenly Father. Religion is the way to tyr | oy © Sey YY unification.

3. True religion is not an abstract faith in God the Father but the worship of all our fathers and forefathers since they gave life to us.

4. The common task of humanity is the resurrection of all previous generations. Brotherhood cannot be limited to the living but must include all generations.

_| 5. The so-called progress is immoral because it | consists in the swallowing up of the old by the ‘| new, in the displacing of the fathers by the =| sons.

6. The progress increases the force of death, the superiority of the living over the dead and of the young people over the old ones.

7. Death as an inevitability of nature is an insult to humanity. The project, called the Common Task, is directed toward overcoming death through technological advancement.

8. All natural laws, death being only one, must be reversed in order that humanity can manifest God's omniscience and omnipotence.

Everything granted must be transformed into { something crafted.

9. Contemporary civilization has procreative obsession, which has given rise to a feminized industry of conspicuous consumption oriented * «| toward seduction

10. History as a succession of generations, whereby the new supplants the old, must give way to a retrospective tendency _ that emphasizes immortality and the resurrection of ancestors.

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11. "Supramorality" demands that sons return their debt of love to their fathers by resurrecting them. All technological resources must be dedicated to this task of preserving and revitalizing the remains of deceased fathers

12. Christianity is primarily the religion of | resurrection, which echoes the Orthodox privileging of Easter over all other holidays, icluding Christmas.

13. Man is called to worship God by literalizing through practice everything in Scripture that is usually interprete only in a spiritual sense, as symbols of another world.

14. The moral task of humanity is not to wait for the Last Judgement, but to follow the example set by Christ and endeavor to make bodily resurrection possible on the | earth, to transform the entirety of human existence into a man-made and continuous Easter.

15. The museum, as a collection of the ancestors' remains, is the central cultural institution of humanity, which works also as a laboratory of resurrection science.

16. With the conquest of death and | attainment of immortality, procreation | becomes obsolete, and the focus of human history shifts to cosmic expansion, which is necessary to accomodate the innumerable resurrected generations of ancestors

*16 BASIC IDEAS OF NIKOLAI FEDOROV, Mikhail | Epstein, 1995. emory.edu/INTELNET/four_thinkers.html

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The King’s perspective

  If you read Colleen Hoover’s book, Without Merit, I’m pretty sure you would have come across this story, The King’s perspective. This story narrates:

“There is a story of a King, and this story is very true. Some say it’s just a rumor; some say it’s just a ruse. They called the man King Flip, but that wasn’t really his name. His name was Filipileetus, but that’s too hard to say.

King Flip had a penchant for a really expensive things. He liked anything shiny, and anything with bling. He had this nicest castle out of all the lands. But that didn’t stop him from wanting one even more grand.

So he bought a town called Perspective. And made the people build him a castle at the top of their highest mountain. He didn’t care if it was hassle.

When the work was finally done, he decided to go inspect it. But when he arrived in the town of Perspective, it was exactly as he’d left it. He couldn’t find a castle; it wasn’t on the mountain; it wasn’t on the beach; it wasn’t on the mainland.

He immediately grew angry, and sought his just revenge on all those who had fooled him. On the town, his army did descend. When the people were all dead, a red cardinal then appeared. “King Flip, what have you done? You killed good people, I do fear.”

King Flip tried to explain that the town deserved to die, for his castle was never built, or he would see it with his own eyes. The bird said, “But king, you merely assumed. You didn’t even try to look from a different perspective. Don’t just look from your own two eyes.”

The bird then led him over to where the castle should surely be. He then moved aside a boulder, and King Flip fell to his knees. For inside the mountain was the castle. The most magnificent one ever built. King Flip couldn’t believe his eyes. He quickly became wrecked with guilt. He had killed so many people. People he should have protected. Simply because he couldn’t see the castle from their perspective.

“Hide their bodies!” King Flip yelled. “Hide every last one! Put them inside the mountain. And then close those doors for good!” The king’s army hid the bodies, and King Flip fled the land. He went back to his old castle and never spoke of Perspective again.

Some say this story isn’t true; some say the town never existed. But look at any map and you’ll see there is no longer a town called Perspective.”

 

We don't kill Humans.

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"What?”

“The target is a hu…”

“No, no. I heard what you said. I just… what? There’s no way in the galaxy anyone could be that monumentally stupid.”

“I was lead to believe that the 'Black Hand Assassins' could kill anything.”

"You keep that name out of your thrice damned mouth around here whelp! We had to abandon that name after the bad deal with the Delpan Empire years ago.”

“I don’t care about any empire. I want you to kill a Human."

The assassin’s mandibles clicked angrily in agitation.

“We don’t take contracts to kill Humans.”

“Then I’ll just contract someone else.”

“You can try. None of the other guilds in the galaxy will take that job. And, even if you found an independent with a death wish they won’t get the job done. Not without them either dying or ratting you out.”

“You can’t really believe that Humans are un-killable.”

“I never said they were un-killable. Quite the contrary, I personally know that they are definitely mortal, but we don't take on contracts to kill them.”

“Why in all the Hells not?”

“Because the only way to kill a Human and live long enough to enjoy the money for the job is to drop a neutron bomb on them from orbit, just to be safe. Then, you grab the fastest ship you can and book it before the rest of the Humans find out what you did. After that, I suggest finding a way to another galaxy and staying there for the rest of your miserable life.”

“You’re having me on.”

“Tell me. Does the planet you come from have compulsory education?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Indulge me.”

“Yes. Ten years of basically teaching our young how to be as obedient as a Rastian drone.”

“Sounds about right for any government run public education. You learn any history lessons there?”

“Some.”

“They must not teach galactic history then. Sit, buy a round and I’ll tell you why no assassin worth their blade will take on a contract to kill a Human.”

The drinks were ordered, and the old assassin took a long drag on his before he turned to his new drinking companion.

“You remember I mentioned the Delpan Empire?”

“Yes, what of it?”

“Do you know what happened to them?”

“Their empire broke after they poured too many resources into trying to tame a deathworld.”

“That deathworld is the Human cradle world. And the planet didn’t break the Delpan, the Humans did.”

“How?”

The assassin took another long drag of his beer.

The Delpan Empire used to rule this half of the galaxy. Hundreds of species and civilizations held in thrall or crushed into dust. ‘Serve or die’ that was the Delpan way.

The council that presided over what wasn’t Delpan territory back then could do little to stop the ever-churning war machine that drove Delpan expansion. They would posture and debate and even beg, but nothing they did could slow the inexorable march of the Delpan. System by system, the galaxy was falling under the rule of the Emperor.

Then, they happened upon a system that was called Sol by its inhabitants. The name wasn’t being used for any other system, so the Delpan let them keep it.

The Humans resided on the third planet in the system. Poor sods. They had just started really exploring their home system when the Delpan came knocking.

The Humans were divided into various socioeconomic groups that they called countries. This made it easier for the Delpan as the fractured nations of Humans were slow to respond, and the legions swept across the land without their next target being any wiser about their doom approaching thanks to communication jammers. Despite all these disadvantages, the Humans resisted mightily.

One galactic standard month. That’s how long it took for the Delpan to claim dominion over the planet. Most pre-FTL worlds fell within a week, but those Humans fought like demons, especially when the remaining countries finally figured out that they were being invaded. They even managed to bring the Delpan ground troops to a halt once, before reinforcements were dropped and the last bastion of resistance fell.

From there it was the usual boring administrative tedium. Splitting the new slaves into work groups and assigning them jobs that would ultimately benefit their new overlords. Many of the surviving Humans were farmers and ranchers, so the Delpan let them do what they were good at. ‘An army marches on its stomach’ I believe is the old Human saying. And the Delpan war machine was hungry indeed. A few hundred thousand were taken off-world to work in the mines elsewhere, those Humans are unnaturally strong and durable due to the high gravity of their world, so they excelled at the dangerous task of mining.

The worlds and species conquered by the Delpan usually followed a handful of events as though they were reading from the same script. First there was a year or two where the overlords and administrators would have to be very liberal with the whip until the slaves learned the new order of things. Then there’d be a few years of relative peace, followed by a period of rebellions and uprisings five to ten years after the initial conquest. Once those were beaten down there usually wasn’t enough fight left to try again so the survivors just gave up hope.

These Humans didn’t follow the script. They grudgingly fell in line a few months after the invasion was done and when the expected uprisings never happened, I imagine the Delpan were feeling pretty proud of themselves for beating the fight out of the primates.

If I only had one compliment to give the Humans, it would be this; they are natural hunters. They know how to wait patiently for the perfect time to strike.

For twenty earth-years the Humans worked and lived and bred like Cling-rats. Not that the Delpan cared how many more Humans were being born, ‘more meat for the grinder’ they would say. They would even give incentives like extra rations and special privileges if a Human female produced more than four offspring. If only the Delpan knew; the Humans weren’t breeding more workers, they were growing an army.

The Human administrators and rulers that surrendered to the Delpan were at least half fake. Puppets, sent to give the illusion of surrender while the real governments hid underground (literally in some cases) and continued to direct their forces.

Hidden training camps, night-time schools, secretly printed pamphlets about how to one day throw off the chains of oppression. Those Humans were clever in hiding it all from their overlords. Then, when the Delpan war front was dozens of systems away on their conquest of the galaxy, it was time.

The Humans’ leaders, long hidden in their secret holes, had been planning while scraps of stolen Delpan tech were being meticulously reverse engineered by their scientists. They had been gathering resources for their rebellion since they surrendered. While the Delpan had been gloating, the Humans were preparing. And now, finally ready, they made their move.

It was small at first, all rebellions are. A rogue miner refusing to work here, a rancher telling his overlord that his entire herd was wiped out by some non-existant disease there, a factory explosion over here. Larger disturbances to production soon followed.

The human country of France, with its long history of rebelling against tyrants, would riot in the streets while crying out ‘Vive la révolution!’ (don’t ask me what in the hells that means. I never bothered learning human languages). A crate of plasma rifles went missing. Then a grav-tank wouldn’t start, when they popped the hood, they found it to be completely gutted of all power and anti-grav components.

The Delpan leaders thought these problems were beneath them but still needed addressing, so they called the Black Hand Assassins and other guilds like ours to deal with the rabblerousers.

Our services cost the empire a tidy sum I can tell you. That planet of the Humans, ‘Dirt’ I think they call it, is at least three times the galactic average gravity. Every agent we sent had to be fitted with a grav-assist suit and spent a week after making planet-fall getting used to it.

At first, our agents thought that the Human rebels were ghosts. They could see the aftereffects of sabotage but never any evidence to prove who had done it. They would be patrolling streets when suddenly, the streets would empty. Before the agent could wonder where the Humans had all gone, an explosion would rock the street, sometimes taking the agent with it.

One of our agents got so angered by the death of a friend that he went to a random, completely unrelated town and started executing Humans when they couldn’t answer his questions about who was responsible. Unsurprisingly, a mob turned on him after the third execution and tore him to pieces. I can’t even blame the Delpan for not paying the death fee for that one; our contract was to stop riots, not cause them.

The contract was quickly going bad. Sure, we were killing humans like we were being paid to, with the kind of surgical precision we were known for. But what good is money if you can’t even make it off-world to spend it?

Before long we couldn’t walk on the surface of their planet without heavy escort by Delpan troops. The Humans would strike without warning and fade into the background. On the Human continent of Africa, an agent was lured onto the savanna as he was chasing one of the Human rebels, only to find himself set upon by a pack of feline predators. Those Humans had even wrangled the lesser beasts of their world into fighting! The number of agents we lost to the Humans’ canine companion species cannot easily be counted. And the less I say about the death trap the Humans call ‘Australia’, the happier I shall be.

First, one regional administration center fell silent, then another. By the time the Delpan nobles finally took notice of this new problem, the entire planet had fallen silent. And not just ‘Dirt’, but anywhere that a Human had been taken to work was showing similar signs of resistance. One can only assume that they had been fostering rebellious notions with the other slave species of the Delpan. The gods only know how they managed to communicate with each other across the void of space.

Before you say anything, yes. The Delpan did have patrol vessels meandering throughout the region to suppress just this kind of thing. But those had fallen silent too. The Humans had gotten spies aboard and either destroyed or captured the vessels. These too were sent to their scientists to be examined. And now, without Delpan supervision, the Humans uncovered the secret factories and forces they had been cultivating for years. Huge manufactories churning out components for space docks and eventually starships that the newly uncovered launch facilities hurled into orbit to the tune of several thousands of tons per day.

By the time the light response vessels made it to Human space, they were no match for the humble fleet the humans had managed to build with stolen Delpan technology.

It is no falsehood to say that the Delpan were victims of their own hubris. Every time they lost a response vessel or patrol fleet, they would just send another. They were too focused on expanding their borders to recognize the rot eating away at their empire from within. When the Delpan finally got tired enough of the cost of sending light response fleets into the area to pull a conquest fleet from the front, the Human world and the next three conquered systems in any direction had fallen silent. When the conquest fleet arrived ten systems out from Sol, they faced a fleet of not just Humans, but all of the slave species in the region.

After that victory for the Humans, the Delpan emperor must have been getting nervous. All of his fleets were halfway across the galaxy and the Humans were sat between him and his armies. An emergency call went out for all fleets to immediately recall directly to the imperial capitol and any guilds like the Black Hand were called in to assist.

By that time, we had lost almost two thirds of our guild, so we refused the call. It ultimately saved us. The Humans, after decades of clandestine operations, were well versed in ferreting out spies and saboteurs within their own ranks. Seven other assassin guilds were completely wiped out. We knew it was a fools errand no matter how much the empire was willing to pay.

While the Delpan fleet gathered in their home system, plans were made to meticulously spread out and scour the empire of the rebels. This ended up being the final nail in the coffin. You see, while the Delpan Empire consolidated and planned, the Humans spread quickly through the now enemy-free void and went to every subservient species in the empire, threw down the Delpan administrators controlling them and gathered them to the cause. Everywhere the humans went, they fanned the flames of rebellion, and the galaxy burned. The ineffective council in the part of the galaxy that had yet to be conquered by the empire had eagerly joined with the Humans in their fight.

Throughout the empire, the oppressed and enslaved were throwing off their shackles by the trillions and raising their fists in defiance. Forge worlds still churned out ships and Agri-worlds still raised crops and livestock, but for the new galactic alliance, not for the Delpan. Cut off from the supply lines that kept the Delpan Empire running, internal strife started to take hold within the Imperial forces.

Fleets of conquest went out from the imperial capitol and never made it more than a dozen systems before they were pounced upon by the Human alliance. Much like on their home world, the humans would strike like lightning and disappear into the black. Try as they did, the Delpan fleets were never quite able to pin down the humans in a fair fight.

This went on for months as the Delpan legions were slowly bled dry. Ambushes, false distress signals, EMP mines hidden in clouds of wreckage. Nothing was beneath the Humans so long as the enemy could be destroyed.

When the allied fleets finally breached Delpan prime, they found a starving and fractured fleet tearing itself to pieces. When the Human admiral hailed the fractured flotilla and the Delpan captains saw the sheer scale of the armada before them they surrendered straight away.

With the rebellion now finished, after three years of fighting, the Humans unleashed the most vicious weapon in their arsenal.

Lawyers.

They dragged the Delpan Emperor himself from his throne, and all of the Delpan nobles and administrators and lash-holders that had ever oppressed a sapient being were rounded up. And then the humans drug them through what is now our modern court system. It was far and away more civilized than Delpan court, where the accused would be brought before the emperor or a representative, charges would be read, and the accused would be shot without even the ability to defend themselves. By the time the trials were finished, the emperor had died of old age and his successor was made to right the wrongs done to the galaxy.

The Empire was broken and all that is left of the Delpan is a few systems in the far reaches of the galactic southern arm.

Many feared that the Humans would turn around and conquer the galaxy for themselves. However, within a year of the Delpan surrender, the Humans had dismantled over half of their fleet and scattered the rest around the galaxy for pirate hunting and general peacekeeping.

Our guild was extremely lucky that the Humans understood that we had broken our contract. They let us live with the promise that the Black Hand would be permanently dismantled. Those Humans whittled us down to a mere third of our number before the rebellion even left their home planet. A third! We were the top assassin guild in the galaxy and now, we are a loose unnamed group of independent agents.

“So, you see, young one, we don’t kill humans. You kill a human, and their family will hunt you down. If you kill their family, the species will hunt you down. And you had better pray they kill you, because if their lawyers get their hands on you, you’ll be lucky if your own people are forced to kill you as an apology.”

“I had no idea.”

“That is painfully obvious. I’m not usually one to pry into a customer’s business but, what did this human do to offend you anyway?”

“They insulted my broodmate.”

The assassin laughed.

“HA! Is that all? Then insult them back you moron. If it really bothered you then punch them in the face.”

“But, you said…”

“We don’t kill humans, but those crazy apes love to fight with words as well as their fists, and you’ll have a better chance of survival that way. Chances are you wouldn’t be able to physically hurt them but if you took the time to explain to them that you were offended, they may even apologize.”

“They would do that?”

“They are monsters on the field of battle and demons when they have been wronged, but they are not uncivilized. If they were, they couldn’t have rebuilt the council to what it is today. They hold the head chair position and will likely do so for generations to come. They are a firm race but fair in their adjudication.”

The assassin drained the last drops in his glass and looked balefully at the empty vessel.

“Now then, my cup is empty. Unless you wish to fill it again, I think were done here.”

Nullo

 

A world with no up nor down

  

A world with no up nor down

What would you do, if tomorrow, you found out that the world that we all think that we know turned out to be false? And what does it really mean for something to be true or false? What if the story that you have been spoonfed turns out to not exist? What is existence! What is truth? Can anybody know?Imagine a world with neither up nor down. this is the world of astronauts. this is the world that we live in. to a certain extent, the flat earthers are correct. Their perspective is self-consistent, and is it not true that a curved surface appears to be a line close up? Why do we call one ☝ direction up or down? Who knows? are people in space actually moving?

The Four questions

 How is this night different from all other nights?

On this night, the air whispers secrets to the moon, and the stars gather in solemn assembly. The darkness enfolds the world, cradling both dreams and fears. It is a night pregnant with possibility, where the ordinary becomes extraordinary. Perhaps it is different because you asked the question, and in that inquiry lies the magic of curiosity. 🌙✨

On all other nights, we eat chametz (leavened foods) and matzah. Why on this night, only matzah?

On all other nights, we eat chametz (leavened foods) and matzah. But on this special night, we partake only in matzah. Why? Because it symbolizes the haste with which our ancestors left Egypt during the Exodus. When they fled, there was no time for the bread to rise, so they baked unleavened matzah. It serves as a powerful reminder of their journey to freedom. 🍞🔓

As we gather around the Seder table, the matzah becomes a central element, connecting us to our history and the resilience of our people. Its simplicity carries profound meaning, and its taste echoes the bittersweetness of liberation. So, on this night, let us break the matzah together and share in the story of our shared past. 🌟

On all other nights, we eat all vegetables. Why, on this night, maror (bitter herbs)?

This question echoes through generations, A tale of liberation, of ancient celebrations. When the Israelites fled from Pharaoh’s cruel hand, Their journey to freedom, a story so grand.

On Passover eve, as the matzah we break, We taste the maror, a bitter herb’s wake. Its sharpness reminds us of slavery’s chains, The tears shed in bondage, the hardships and pains.

Why maror? Why this bitterness we embrace? To honor our past, to remember our grace. For in bitterness lies strength, resilience, and might, A reminder that freedom is worth the fight.

So we dip it in charoset, a sweet mixture divine, Balancing the bitter with sweetness, a sign. As we recline at the Seder table, hearts full of pride, Maror connects us to history, our heritage, side by side. 🌿

On all other nights, we don't dip even once. Why on this night do we dip twice?

This question echoes through generations, A Passover tradition, a sacred sensation. As the matzah crumbles and wine is sipped, Why this change? Why this double-dip?

Listen closely, my friend, to the tale I’ll unfold, Of ancient freedom, of miracles untold. In Egypt’s dark grasp, we were slaves, oppressed, Our cries reached the heavens, our hearts sorely stressed.

Moses, our leader, with courage so grand, Demanded our freedom, a bold, righteous stand. Pharaoh resisted, his heart hard as stone, Ten plagues rained down, a power unknown.

And then came that night, the fateful eve, When we prepared to leave, our spirits to relieve. The lamb’s blood on doorposts, a sign so divine, Death passed over our homes, a blessing benign.

We dipped our greens in saltwater tears, Remembering the bitterness of those years. Once, we dipped for slavery’s cruel plight, But now, we dip twice, both day and night.

The first dip, parsley or lettuce in hand, Symbolizes spring, renewal, and the Promised Land. The second, charoset, a sweet mixture we taste, Recalling the mortar that bound us in haste.

So, my friend, on this night, we dip with care, To honor our past, our ancestors’ share. Twice we dip, a reminder profound, Of freedom’s journey, on hallowed ground. 🌟🍷🌿

On all other nights, we eat either sitting upright or reclining. Why on this night do we all recline?

On this special night, we recline because it symbolizes freedom and liberation. The act of reclining during the Passover Seder represents our transition from slavery to freedom. It’s a powerful reminder of our ancestors’ journey from bondage in Egypt to redemption. So, as we lean back, we connect with their story and celebrate our own liberation. 🌟🍷🌙

Nullo by Jean Toomer

 

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Jean Toomer

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1967

A spray of pine-needles,
Dipped in western horizon gold,
Fell onto a path.
Dry moulds of cow-hoofs.
In the forest.
Rabbits knew not of their falling,
Nor did the forest catch aflame.

From Physics by Aristotle

  

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when the objects of an inquiry, in any department, have principles, conditions, or elements, it is through acquaintance with these that knowledge, that is to say scientific knowledge, is attained. For we do not think that we know a thing until we are acquainted with its primary conditions or first principles, and have carried our analysis as far as its simplest elements. Plainly therefore in the science of Nature, as in other branches of study, our first task will be to try to determine what relates to its principles.

The natural way of doing this is to start from the things which are more knowable and obvious to us and proceed towards those which are clearer and more knowable by nature; for the same things are not 'knowable relatively to us' and 'knowable' without qualification. So in the present inquiry we must follow this method and advance from what is more obscure by nature, but clearer to us, towards what is more clear and more knowable by nature.

Now what is to us plain and obvious at first is rather confused masses, the elements and principles of which become known to us later by analysis. Thus we must advance from generalities to particulars; for it is a whole that is best known to sense-perception, and a generality is a kind of whole, comprehending many things within it, like parts. Much the same thing happens in the relation of the name to the formula. A name, e.g. 'round', means vaguely a sort of whole: its definition analyses this into its particular senses. Similarly a child begins by calling all men 'father', and all women 'mother', but later on distinguishes each of them.

Dante

 

Nullo space

 

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An often overlooked area in the arena of relativistic physics is the matter of what would happen when one’s frame of reference has a disjointed directionality. In certain geometries, this is the case. We are used to objects always falling downwards. We have sensed such since our birth. This is only part of the universe. In outer space, in free fall, and to some extent underwater, one’s coordinate system is relative to one’s relative up-ness or down-ness. Up and down here are relative. One can just as easily view a person as walking on the floor as on the ceiling. In Nullo space, one can walk on the ceiling or on the ceiling. Also in Nullo space, we can have what I call the Bam-Bam effect. A small object can pick up a larger in Nullo space.

Nullo space also exists when ambiguities occur in ring theory. Ring theory is based upon the idea of transcribing a number from a dial like object. There is no unique zero in ring theory. Thus there is a redundancy.

People have used ring theory for ages. The Aztecs, the Babylonians, and the Hindus are some examples. Ezekiel’s wheel (Ezekiel 1:1, 4-5, 15-16) can be thought of as being a ring theory. binary numbers use ring theory. Y2k was due to the redundancy of 99 going over to 00 with a trailing 19. Then there is sphere theory, which Michael Crichton’s novel Sphere seems to say is a more complete version of ring theory.

Genetic drift appears to be a form of ring theory. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genetic_drift

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