Sunday, June 15, 2008

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The Idea of \u200b\u200bthe Universe-Fungus






Physicists are those people who know math (good ones also know some poetry) and are primarily concerned the problem of the limits of the universe. The limits of the universe are, to our knowledge, four.


limit of Origin:
really a serious problem. Various proposals have imagined all crap in my opinion: the big bang , the event primal singularity, intellectual cold quantum vacuum, the architect god creator of geometric axioms of the universe ... Pure tales of desperate teenager (who after all that we as a species). The embryogenesis of the universe is perhaps the oldest problem, and I think the only that can not be resolved satisfactorily.

limit as large
:
The problem of the shape of the universe, its gross architecture. Really a minor problem in my opinion.

limit the smallest
:
The problem microscopic constitution of the cosmos. Sincerely problem should be in the shadow response. Even assuming that it is in human hands to find the truth (which I doubt). I can only imagine what would happen if my intuition is correct. What is the micrometer of the universe?. Nothing, absolutely. Pure emptiness without form or time. Someone might say that how this is possible since it is clear that matter is something, if events happen how can the universe be nothing infinitesimal. But the idea that matter and events, to be added and subtracted, the stalemate is not refuted anything really. The universe as a whole may well be just an illusion epistemic our eyes absent, and most good thing is that nobody has to know.

The final boundary
:
is the problem of where the universe is directed, what is their future. This is the issue that interests me at this time.


able to think the end of the universe does not seem a difficult thing at first. I think it's an issue that anyone who knows the second law of thermodynamics can be assumed. I quote the wisdom of the network because I am too lazy to write something I already own and also discussed the matter on a previous occasion :

" The second law of thermodynamics and second law of thermodynamics expressed in a concise, that" The amount of entropy of any isolated system thermodynamically tends to increase with time, reaching a maximum value. " More simply, when part of a closed system interact with the other hand, tends to divide power equally, until the system reaches thermal equilibrium. "

What this means is that energy is degraded slowly (dissipates) to the extent that no longer works to create matter or motion or anything like that. The power only works when there is asymmetry, when the power is "organized." A hydroelectric dam generates such energy that can be converted into electromagnetism because there is an imbalance between the high water in the dam and the river below. Gravity ensures that this imbalance will not last long and when all the water is at the same level the dam no longer serves. The walls of the dam will not serve to stop gravity (which is impossible) but to delay the process of increasing the entropy of the water system. It only delays the process, since the walls of the dam are organized systems gradually also become disorganized and enter a state of equilibrium with their environment. Asphalt is invaded by water, plant seeds soon corrode the surface and the dam derrumba.Eso without the energy produced by the dam will also pay the price, the rotor moves the water generates heat in addition to electromagnetism. That energy is converted into heat is dissipated and lost, so that the production of electromagnetism is never pure, never managed to make a direct, clean and energy expenditure. There is always something lost.

On the other hand, a system can only get out of balance (ie, organized) when external power the system has an effect on him. The refrigerators maintain such cold inside conducts heat inside to outside, and the thermal imbalance can only be done through the collaboration of additional energy (electricity). The fridge can do this because we, conscious and intelligent beings, we have built. Intelligence can do this because it is in some sense, a highly complex form of energy, and she comes from life forms that they themselves are far from equilibrium (highly organized).

Living beings are only highly effective superorder capsules. If we, therefore the fact that this state of organization can only be accomplished through additional energy and since energy is always degraded (so that the organization created by the energy is always less than herself, as there is a "cost" inevitable), then the obvious question is how complex living energy that was organized at first, as there is in the universe a system as highly organized as their own living. In short, what I mean is this: who the hell gave us the head start that allowed us to create Refrigerators ... This leads me to remember that when I meet an atheist, I smile and say nothing, I just laughed in my heart of its ingenuity and its stupidity. If someone tells me in an zeal of scientism that energy frugal living from the sun no more, and there is no need to think of something else (as a god, for example) I have two that say

1) But who the hell created the sun?, and if it passes ready for the use of the verb "create" ask, but what the hell allowed the creation of which helped create the sun, or tell me to see who was fucking who began to inoculate the energy needed to create what is needed for the organization of what was needed for the sun to be organized? ... Now it seems that one can not use a fucking verb, which is fuck all .... (In other words, if the issue of entropy moves toward the edge of the origin of the universe we are in a very serious problem).

2) The sun's energy can only be more and more disorganized. It is true that the sun's energy is stored in the earth, but what compelled her to organize very complex life forms?.

say that this is not sufficient evidence for the existence of a god or a stationary engine tolondrada such metaphorical. I only say that the mystery of this whole matter has not been resolved and close, and until it is resolved to be an atheist is no more rational who believe speaking in the language of Adam and dirty dance to tambourines, while listening to a well dressed moron chives Brazilian reciting one with an embarrassing histrionics that muerganez full of blood, sex and shit dry (donkey and camel) which call Bible, and that is just the log indulgent primitive nomadic tribe tontucios thirsty land and violence, together with subsequent biography of a guy who, though relatively quiet, most likely need (son of God or not) of a good antipsychotic.

But I got sidetracked.
The main issue is that according to the second principle, the universe does not have no choice but degrade, become completely inert. Itself disappear into a void filling material at absolute zero. This is what I call "glass death." There is no way to escape this fate, so everything else is 5 fleas.

(Obviously this is more complicated because the entropy does not play a single role, calculate the fate of the universe from various other variables. For example, the level of expansion. But if I get really thinking about all that ended up needing antipsychotic myself, and the idea of \u200b\u200bwriting is very spare me those annoying chores. So the very intellectuals who read these things because the paralytic and his Superfriends and reflection do not annoy me.)

glass

death is impossible to avoid if the universe is itself a closed system inert. That destiny is frightening and the question I propose to answer is whether there is any way to avoid this miserable conclusion that obviously cares about a penny a man on foot because the problem about what to chew on is becoming increasingly important.

Only one way to that destination is different. What I will propose, as everything I write, is not new. It's an idea perhaps as old as mankind and mysterious primitive animisms. As each stone and the river had a reason and a soul ... The only way I have to believe that the universe can escape the death of glass is to accept that our home is not inert, that the universe is a living being like us, and how we can organize itself.

This premise has two obvious consequences:

  • living beings within the universe, then we are not more than parasites. This conclusion is not need of premises. Against logic there is no evidence worth and for the truly important things in this world, logic only serves to make the clown intellectual (soon to talk about that in the arenite ).
  • If the universe is a living then you can not think without an ecosystem, as the organization of living systems can only be sustained because they remain in balance with their environment, exchanging fluids and energy by eating highly organized (other living things) and entropic driving Organic Waste (an elegant euphemism for "shit" (I mention this not happen crude and ordinary, but because people are very dear to you do not like euphemisms, then sorry for the sensitive)).

The second I extracted result looks beautiful. The universe, as a living, you must have an ecosystem, a wide context that gives meaning. Because obviously the universe itself does not. The only meaning of life in isolation is to continue living, moving parasites living jiggle in an effort to satisfy their need to be, as a great sexual freak turns and wiggles around your body to self-destruct, that copula with air and himself to death. That we are living no more.

As at this point most readers will have pulled away by a maelstrom of boredom / lack of understanding then I can afford a bit of sentimentality:
wish I could understand this nonsense we call the universe. I want a credible lie disclosed to me offered. When I look at the sky, when my eyes like the stars give you all I can feel up there, despite all the beauty that part of me might imagine, could find only banalities. Then we too are just one manifestation of the great cosmic stupidity, the great existential insult.

How to think differently?. How can you think of the universe as something that causes serious, something worthy of honor and praise?. Only through a great imaginative power I can think of the universe as something that deserves even be thought. Achievement only imagining belonging to a greater whole (which is ironic because obviously assumes that the universe is that big yet).

But the important point here is that if the universe is a large living should also be a "parasite" something (all living beings are in a sense parasites , think about the reader because if not capable of understanding that does not deserve to read what follows), then the universe must be equal to those who inhabit it. What is living?. Of all beings on earth is a kind-kingdom seems to me the most wonderful of all. So I imagine the universe as a fungus . A fungus that eats the eternal plural and infinitely hard wall material smooth, snowy, outside of a macrocosm of space-time. I imagine those walls, no extension, no color, made with a flat perfect geometry. I imagine the world glued to the flat glass without figures, a sunken spot lame. I rejoice with this intuition. The universe as a mammoth fungus that eats and eats. Ultradimensional as a Buddha in lotus position undermines the ground with his butt.

The universe expands and infection perseveres and selfs. It is no longer possible to think of the final limit, the universe now is unlimited because it refuses to die casting their spores on itself same. Now we have it for eternity, the great universe, motionless heterotrophic colony is only intended to accommodate other heterotrophs still. The mushroom man is but a parasite of a parasite of a parasite of a parasite. Human banality is not just another of the many faces of the god of parasitism regressive. The universe basically good for nothing more.
strange that one can find beauty only in the banal.

Hopefully, some will say maybe, to not use a good anti-fungal in those crystal walls.

feel pleasure also believe that our universe is a simple fungus, but that in the vast non-place in the ecosystem of paradoxes, cockroaches and flies must also exist. These complex neural and violent universe-insect, who anxiously mercilessly devour other living worlds, must be of unquestionable beauty and horrifying.

Amen.

Monday, June 9, 2008

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Questions for Final Exam



Question. 1 : If you answer correctly the Question. 2 can meanwhile the partial loss?. (Construct a coherent text, complete and clear to justify your answer). Pr
eg. 2 : Can you respond to the Question mediocrity. 1 and the partial win? (Explain why).
Question. 3 : If your answers to questions are correct, do you think will be appropriate? (Meditate on Pregs. 1, 2 and 3 before answering.)
Question. 4 : Do you think you can ignore this question? (If you can ignore explain why.) Bonus Question
. 5 : Is the Question . 4 meaningless?
Yes _ No _


"Exitos ... "
Remember that only allowed on the desk:
the answer sheet,
the pen, water bottle
and Ativan tablet (or any psychiatric tranquilizer).




(... unfortunate end of the semester does not stop writing in the arenite )

way, I'm thinking that, in fact, general questions are absurd. For when you reply to a question what is actually does add something to its meaning, so any response changes somewhat meaningless. This has meant that previously provided the answer no longer useful, and you have to build one for this new direction, and so ...

The best logical answer to a question then a slap through. In the case of a written examination is recommended arabesques painted flowers and hearts on the answer sheet, and deliver. Those who create more macho can mess tree chop scribbling messages related to Che or local football (ie religious slogans.)

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

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FACEBOOK , JOSEPH AND OTHER VIRTUALITY

few days ago died in a helicopter crash the general director of Carabineros, Alejandro Bernales, who was traveling with his wife and other officials with their wives, all dead. At issue was given disproportionate coverage (THIS IS FOR JOURNALISM delicious!), Which made us forget the cold temperatures and the most tangible of Chile in recent months: the alarming fuel prices, and truckers strike and a significant sector of education. The issue put us in this pseudo political homogeneity that recalled the best times of consensus concertacionista ( missed the funeral only Communist Party, but would have been too), and initialed this trend to virtual tears to the emotionality of cardboard to which people are accustomed: Custom dismal, like the joke about the millionaire who sits at a table packed with food and drinks and feeling uncomfortable about seeing beggars with their faces glued to the counter, only manages to tell the waiter: "please take those kids out!, do not you see my heart?" . Impostada emotion and more fake currency of six dollars.

and Facebook, the new Internet stupidity (which threatens to displace the blog and e-mail, and I left the fotolog up to the stone ax) , is a glaring proof of this. I put an example to a friend anthropologist, very intelligent but grossly individualistic and unable to give him 20 pesos or 5 minutes to anyone who claims to have 327 FRIENDS! Is reconfigured and further virtualizes the concept of friendship, we contacted people, with votes, customers or data, in fact, we believed buried in memory, and people which we know little. (Who can say we really know enough?). Incomunicante communication, the delirium of having the world in the palm of the hand while being increasingly alone, is evident with this device even more alienating, in which few believe (well, some, when used, think of the word progress), but many subscribe to not feel displaced from the (i) rrealidad.

And speaking of shotgun today to prepare a talk on Bolaño at the Liceo Pablo Neruda, hoped to recover "The Savage Detectives," a friend (increasingly virtual) me has in his possession. But it came to the appointment. Intended to join him in the showroom Menchaca Lira campus of Catholic University of South City. The artists José Balmes and Gracia Barros talk about their latest works. But in reality, the event was a litany of platitudes , sobamientos loin, chocherías expressed canine and anecdotes without much passion. Beyond a few technical comments of teachers of Art, preceded by flattery stocked, there were only two probing questions aimed at Balmes (Gracia Barrios lacks the gift of speech): The first one made by a student presumably left, alluded to the importance of clarity in the work, and possible strategies to enable it to be grasped by the people, by the person on the street. Balmes, known communist activist (as which, despite his exile, has something of coarseness virtual), a pelafustanada replied: "I AM CONVINCED THAT MY WORK IS VERY EASY TO UNDERSTAND." That answer to a question in my view capital these days, realizes that this is a mummy that has already given the best of them and now is unable to devise new ideas: a kind of prestige oligofrénico (AS THEY I miss the clarity of a Communist like Volodia Teitelboim, DESPITE ITS COMMON PLACES!). The second question I made myself, and alluded to the kind of poetry that could touch them and that had influenced his own spiritual and artists. The vertical body (because Grace does not speak if he does not), grossly distracted or dull in their ego "glory of the national art," he said "ARE YOU SAYING THAT WE ARE SOME SPIRITUAL? After that gross distraction from old fatwa, I sat down later and asked again, with patience sicopedagogo that poetry which could motivate and influence in his work that I utmost account of Neruda and in particular the "Canto General", but without saying why, because he ate the anecdotes and the search for a cardboard empathy (what this event will remember the elegant ladies who attended today?).
And as in this posting was talking (in very vague terms) of virtuality, I can not but recall the words from the race director of the UC Art, Renzo Vaccaro, who saw 20 people gathered in the room, spoke "great crowd", which in this context is no less, but overall seems a bitter joke. So, gentlemen, barbarism will continue devouring our forests. Not the mummies! Not the clowns or plants out of ideas, sitting on the toilet of his reputation! No art for a few! No ideas, or judgments, or friends, or artists, or virtual positions! Or do Balmes, which also has excellent paintings, as "Reality 24", year 65, which illustrates this posting, believes that a piece of wood smeared with mud and covered with polyethylene being changed one iota the objective conditions of social reality? The unreality is eating them alive to these things, once blessed. The worst thing is that not only do not know ... but do not know they do not know.

Monday, May 26, 2008

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The wound that we have always had ... What the hell I care

The four injured
The " narcissistic wounds" of modernity as Freud are those who, in one form or another man dismounted favorite place in which he himself had set in the universe.
Chronologically they are: the heliocentric theory of Copernicus, the theory of Darwinian evolution, and exposure of the unconscious by Freud himself.

Copernicus us out of our privileged place in the world, the center of the solar system. Also dilutes the finiteness of the Aristotelian universe closed to establish a cool and quiet area filled with more questions than answers for the soul of man. Darwin
by his side that lashes out at high pedestal where we kept apart from other living creatures and inert, as semi-divine beings created in our image and likeness. Now we have no religious power to subdue and enslave the animals before we are consigned to also be mere animals, fruit of chance and climate variations.
Freud finally destroys the hidden pipes of human reason teaches us to observe as being manipulated by our own instincts unknown. We have no doubt that all our evidence alleged to be based on rational and uncontrolled passions.
A wound on our place in the world, about our origin, one on our right. However, there is a fourth wound that few recognize but that has always been there, a hidden wound that defines us in a negative and persistent. A shadow which is not to reduce or humble, but displaying our shame and lack of reflection on ourselves and the rest of the universe. That wound has no name, no character, nor is any theory that can be refuted, and I can only explain laboriously and clumsily.


The question that allows us to recognize our wound is simple: in all those infinite stars that constitute our universe will there be intelligent beings, brothers beings like us, or is it just we alone in the universe?
reflect on the possible answers:
  • We are not alone, there is at least one planet where life has sprouted like here, as a steamy infection causing all the amazing world edema.
But if on another planet life was possible, then it is not a singular event, but a repeatable pattern, boring and comfortable.
  • Or are we the only ones, there is no planet where life has its way through rotting mechanisms.
But if life on another planet has never existed, then life is a unique event that does not respond to any plan or law, is simply lost, desperate and absurd.

What occurs then is a dilemma now comprises two islands decayed by the same turbulent water and ignorance. This open our flesh wound in two and discover the nakedness of the bone, white and porous vacuum that we're done ... is to be aware that our life is carried out in the light of this miserable darkness is really scary.


The horns of the dilemma

reflect on the two horns of the dilemma.
Horn 1: Suppose first that we are unique. If we are alone then the vast universe is due to mechanisms that do not belong to us and those who do not belong. We are so unhappy organisms they eat, mate, are killed and excreted without any sense ... I remember listening to a
Once one of the most famous arguments presented in favor of the opposite idea (are not alone): " If indeed we are alone in the universe, is not it a waste of space? " ... That stupid as surprising. The universe to news accounts or what the damn economy of space (as if it were self-evident that the cosmos was decorated by a fucking minimalist). The argument claims to be religiously neutral, aims to put man in a materialistic context where evolution plays a major role and where it makes sense to terrestrial creatures because it makes them belong to a biological popular, democratic. But the argument is nothing but a miserable " should be " rationalist, a useless object that lacks both pseudorazonamiento confirmation as of honor, a desperate expression of Agalychnis, the cowardly fear our own stupidity. What a waste of space or that nonsense.

Until recently felt admiration for physicists, astronomers and cosmologists humanistic style Paraplegic Carl Sagan or that, but no thanks to the Lord my God that I trust him, and I reserve the insults because I imagine the jodiéndome people because they do not respect either the most brilliant minds of this century (as if the word "brilliant mind" was consistent readers idiots corner).

Horn 2: Suppose now that we are not alone, we are simply a manifestation of an infinite cluster of events like ourselves, the universe so full of life and intelligence. But then there is no decent human being. Creations of God?, What a god prolific promiscuous and desperate?, "Ejaculating wildly about the millions of cardinal points of the sky? ... Or are we simply a consequence of a natural law just as fertile a deity herself hopeless? Anyway, do not really understand what we expect of our existence if the cosmos is crowded minds, arms, intestines that often choke on other intestines, eyes absorbing the sap of things from eons ago. Compared to this universe of wealth and mind our own world is more than a humiliation. Compared to the rest of the cosmos we ourselves are our most shameful moral refutation.

Those are the two horns of the dilemma. That is the great wound that I wanted to find out awkwardly. How is it possible that human beings can go on pretending to ignore the cosmic drama that is hidden by a curtain of darkness. A theater that defines us as absurd or as a shame.

I, I know why, know why the man can go so commonplace and foolish. It is ignorance. Do not really know the answer to the dilemma we can pretend it does not exist, rather we are faced with a dilemma useless, false predicament that is useless and that only takes a vacant and pseudo-intelligence. That is the reason why man is not able to penetrate his own sore with your finger.

Only imagine that the human being with absolute certainty to submit a response to the dilemma that their world is over. For us to invade the absolute and despotic terror of loneliness, or shame invade us of clumsy children recognize weak, culicagados full of older brothers (or even if we found only minor, if we are more mature than what has been encountered in the pursuit of stability of matter, for that if it was not to give budge with the idea that the entire universe is nothing but a colossal shit rectal arising from the uniqueness of Nothing (what you've eaten to shit that? The one question I'm afraid but I may make a tangential reflection [1 ])) .


possible solutions lead to the same
(true cut)


But that's not all. Because I am convinced it is possible to feel disturbed without specific response to the dilemma is revealed. The reason is that whatever the answer may imply the same result: If we are alone, then the whole universe is a large arid symmetry, a large repeating pattern that has us just as vile than not it be taken into account. If, however, we are not alone the universe, then he is again a large repeating pattern, and we are just a grain of sand, a byproduct of any equation boring.
If we are alone then the universe is a repeating pattern. If we are not alone then the universe is a repeating pattern.
How are you two options spread over all possible human worlds, then this universe, no matter what happens, is the same stupidity around a pattern. A perfect circle is not capable of movement or evolution, a sketch in black and white.
probably the entire universe is only growing sick of something much more tedious, big and encompassing, a great joke very well planned ... God created the universe, the universe creates the stars, the stars create the planets, the planets generate life, the life of necessity, the need to create the meat, creating a need, the flesh and the need to create the ape, ape sharpening flint the flint creates Man, Man created God, who created the universe. One universe that has enabled the existence of the flint, which has created man. In the macrocosm God, Man and Flint are kept very busy. Semicircles of a single geometry without cause rolling downhill, and then climb. And again. Vertigo is an existential feel like vomiting.
So I do not believe in multiple varieties or illusory or creative. Products are of the passions of those who do not believe in the true blessing of meat, the sensuality. You can not feel anxious or hopeless then, in principle, has always lived in darkness. The only joy Inside I feel is that we are also repetitive in our bodies flows a voracious microscopic realm, a paradise like this one that we recycle in our death. Perhaps there are gods there, but there is this inner world, and in this world is a jungle in this world do not know, but I love, and the forest itself there and persevere. A microscopic jungle but real, not illusory or metaphorical ... Man along their days feeding on seeds, spores and dust raised from parasites with no name. Without knowing a forest has grown in his belly sick. Tigers stay there, dwelling in caves lung worm.
my jungle in the night I dive. Crawling on the leaves, and between almost human cries of agitation, I follow the path of feces thrown to the accumulation of my primates. Here comes another intelligence or does not come any. Particularly nasty details.



[1] This thought obviously hides a paradox:
If the universe was shit, then the year should have been before him. But then, where was the year before?. Well, in a meta-universe could answer, and then the new question is how did this meta-universe, and if it was screwed up the meta-universe itself, then its source must be in a meta-meta-universe and so on ad nauseam . This obviously (?) Is unacceptable.
But apart from the above logical problem, another problem is this: that each universe used as food and fucked up the previous body, generating an unimaginable nutritional degradation of matter in the cosmos.
The only possible solution to this problem is to admit that the universe itself is shit. Please do not let the metaphor-digestive physiological blots possible reasonable solution to the serious problem of the origin.