*UPDATED AGAIN* I polished this mess up and fixed some distracting typos, plus made it more complicated. Please disregard this update if you've already read this journal entry because what I added really isn't worth trying to find. It was more for me than anybody else. Thanks!
*UPDATED* I'M NOT SURE IF ANYBODY ACTUALLY TOOK ME SERIOUSLY WHEN I POSTED THIS EARLIER, BUT THE PART AT THE END ABOUT EVERYBODY'S REACTIONS WAS COMPLETELY UNFOUNDED. I WROTE ALL THAT STUPID SHIT BEFORE I EVER EVEN POSTED THIS. IF ANYBODY ACTUALLY FELT THAT WAY UPON READING THIS THEN THEY MUST HAVE KEPT IT TO THEMSELVES. THERE IS NO NEED TO RE-READ THIS THING; THE ONLY REASON I UPDATED IT WAS TO CLEAR UP THAT LIL ISSUE. THANK YOU & GOODNIGHT *UPDATED*
First of all, if you don't feel like gettin your Urkel on with me for for a few minutes, you should just stop reading this. I felt like nerding out all sciencey and shit so I dropped these words into this journal to clear my head and maybe provoke some stimulating responses from yall hooligans, for better or for worse, because I love yall.
At my core, I am a logical, scientifically grounded person. Always have been. I don't jump on bandwagons or perpetuate ridiculous superstitions. I believe nothing unless it is proven to me, but I suspect everything.
I don't believe what I've written about here, but I suspect it in its entirety. That's kind of what my whole point is with this shit.
Scientists have some shit called the Wilkinson Microwave Anisotropy Probe, or WMAP if you like to sum things up into four letter abbreviations to ensure that nobody will know wtf you're talking about. They used WMAP to gather data and discovered that the universe does, in fact, have "edges," of sorts. That was interesting to me because it seemed like a possible indication that our universe, and thus, the possibilities about the truth behind the meaning of our very existence, might be finite in nature. A possibility, for sure, but not what I felt was the most likely based on what I think I understand. To me, mapping where the edge of the universe is at the precise moment the data for your map is recorded doesn't necessarily mean that the universe is finite or perfectly definable. Last I heard, the universe is constantly expanding. It may very well have boundaries, but since those boundaries are expanding and we don't know if or when they will stop expanding, we have to represent that unknown in our theoretical suppositions and hypothesis. If the force that facilitates the expansion of our universe is ever fully expended to the point that the expansion stops, then I think MAYBE you could call the universe finite. However, if we cannot quantify the force that propelled / propels everything in our universe's trajectory as this universal expansion runs its course then for all intents and purposes it would seem to me (and I'm a retard, obviously) that our universe simply cannot be proven to be finite and must be considered to be infinite, allowing us to err on the side of caution in our research as well as how much faith we have in the validity of the assumptions we make based on that research. Bad science makes faulty technology. Faulty technology, these days, can kill good people, even more so as we grow more dependent upon it.
If you could stop everything, like just freeze frame your existence and step outside of it completely, turn around and look at it while it remained stuck in the perfectly precise point in time you froze it in, you would be looking at a finite universe. Expanding is what something is doing when it is in the process of increasing the amount of space it occupies i.e. it's volume, right? For something to be expanding, it must begin as size x and be gaining in volume by y (y can increase but not decrease) amounts per unit of time of expansion, until whatever force facilitating the expenditure of energy consumed by the movement of whatever is expanding is exhausted, countered or otherwise nullified. If there is nothing making something expand anymore and the force that has caused and / or maintained that has met enough resistance to end the expansion process, then the volume of that object remains the same, unless it begins to reduce in volume due to forces opposite the forces of that expansion. Basically, if you stop blowing up a perfect and impossibly leak-proof balloon, the volume of that balloon stays the same forever, unless you pop it, deflate it, poke holes in it, expose it to kryptonite or allow its existence to be influenced by the inevitable, unavoidable forces it will without a doubt eventually encounter as it careens though existence in our infinite universe.
I guess things in space sometimes get so big that they collapse. I don't know WHY they collapse... I think I read that such collapse involves mass, and mass is not the same as volume, which is what I originally started babbling about to begin with. Increasing mass coupled with some kind of outside force, maybe gravity or something crazier, causes the object to collapse... is that right? I don't remember, but if I don't think about it too much then it fits everything else I've written here! I guess I'll have to find out some day. Will our universe get so big that it collapses? Is it gaining in mass or just expanding outwards? WHY IS IT DOING ANYTHING AT ALL? Fuck if I know. Because I said so, that's why.
Stopping and / or nullifying the forces causing and maintaining expansion will stop the entire process of expansion and the volume of the expanding object will cease to increase.
Similarly, if the value representing units of time ceases to increase, the process of expansion ends and the expanding object's volume ceases to increase.
To me, the inevitable inference implied by applying these rules to the expansion of our universe is this: If we do not know how much force our universe's expansion will ultimately be influenced by, then it simply is not possible for us to definitively call our universe a finite object. Although it is certainly possible that our universe will stop expanding, that possibility is one of an infinite number of possibilities. It would literally take the infinity of forever to list such an infinite list of possibilities. In order to make use of any of this nerdy shit I'm babbling about, we human beings have to prioritize, focusing the majority of our intellectual efforts on the possibilities that are indicated by our data as being the most likely. By doing so, we negate the uncomprendable nature of the truly infinite existence we experience as life while maintaining a steadily progressing perception that functions well enough for us to believe it to be true, even though acceptance of the notion that our universe is infinite is also acceptance of the unlikely yet inevitable possibility that everything we have ever experienced never happened, everything we've ever proven is false, and everything we believe is so far from the truth that all of it is, in fact, the absolute least likely possible explanation. WTF is that supposed to mean? Well, to me, the need to understand that which is by definition impossible to understand creates a void in reasoning that is filled quite nicely by the concept of chaos theory, which might as well be quantum theory for all I know about it.
Chaos theory states that no matter how well you think you understand something, no matter how accurate you think your data is, no matter how perfect you think your perfect circle is, you don't, your data is flawed and your perfect circle is actually a square with no sides that shits pizza.
Well, maybe that's not the first thing it states, but chaos theory will eventually tell you that if you pay attention to it long enough and see it through to the end of it, which doesn't exist. The end, not the theory.
Chaos theory = no system is perfect. Our existence is the most complex system we've ever conceived. Chaos theory, to me, is kind of like the Murphy's Law of science. Murphy told us that whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. Chaos theory tells me that everything we will ever perceive is being influenced by things we fail to realize, to the point that we are unable to ever completely comprehend it all. Chaos theorists like to illustrate this notion through the "butterfly effect" scenario. You know what I'm talking about, a butterfly flapping his wings in Africa could theoretically cause a hurricane to form in the Gulf of Mexico. Butterfly alters the flow of the air so slightly that the change is unnoticed and irrelevant, but that slight alteration's effect is exponentially compounded as the air adjusts due to the butterflies movement, and all of the air molecules that are immediately effected by that adjustment in turn affect each and every molecule around them, creating a chain of molecular movements that affect the direction of air currents, and the change in direction's effect on the rapidly increasing number of affected air molecules it encounters is exponentially compounded, etc... ad nausea... wow that's going to take a lot of words to explain with precision... hmm... Look, if you didn't immediately understand what I meant back when I originally brought up the stupid butterfly then read a book about it, one that was written by somebody with lots of fancy sounding abbreviations in front of their name. I already told you I was retarded, and alas, you're still here. You can only blame yourself.
So, what the crazy-dangerous, hurricane-wielding chaos butterfly story means to me when I put it into context with all the other crazy shit I've subjected you to during this evening's rant is this: Everything that exists, exists as an individual piece of a system that is so (infinitely?
) complex that it is impossible for us to derive a perfectly complete understanding of everything that the thing's existence reveals to us when we realize that the existing thing does, in fact, exist. (For clarification about what, exactly, such an existing thing might be, see the paragraph that follows this one.) So, concurrently (to me at least!), that also means that IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR ANY THING TO BE ABSOLUTELY, PERFECTLY TRUE IF THAT THING DOES NOT INCORPORATE IT'S OWN INEVITABLE LOGICAL FLAWS INTO IT'S DEFINITION.
If you know what a thing is and you understand what it means for a thing to exist, ignore the next paragraph and proceed directly to the paragraph that follows it, whereupon there will be refreshments. And cake. Yes, you heard right. There will be cake. Haha, honestly you probably should have just ignored this entire journal entry altogether as soon as you saw who it came from, and the next paragraph be damned. But... you didn't. Tighten your belt, soldier. It's almost over.
Thing, in such an instance as I meant it in the paragraph that preceded the paragraph above this one, will be defined for the sake of the clarity of this explanation as such: Thing = anything that can be identified and classified in any way, shape or form, be it a physical object, a notion, an idea, an ethereal apparition that cannot be perceived yet still exists even if it only exists as a random hypothetical THING lacking all definition except the definition I just created for it...
Hahahaha I know that with that last sentence I MUST have lost whatever stragglers were still reading this self absorbed, totally absurd bullshit! It doesn't matter if they abandoned me now, though, because I made my point in the last sentence of the paragraph that came before the paragraph that promised you cake. You should have known that THE CAKE IS A LIE! But there really is something for you to take away from this experience, and that something is my appreciation for your interest in what I have to say.
Thanks Work-is-Play, I get all that for reading this garbage? Yes, my friend, you most certainly do. Don't spend it all in one place, and if you get caught with it you better not say shit about where it came from! Tell those motherfuckers you found my appreciation lying in the ditch on the side of the freeway or that you're just holding it for a friend! I mean it!
Epilogue, unofficially entitled, "The reaction"
Thanks for ignoring the first sentence & deciding to keep reading this incredibly well written and scientifically proven, well documented, scientific document of science, complete with zero sources cited and far too many expletives. Oh yeah, cuss words. Let me say this about that:
Psychiatrists will try to tell you that I use them because I think they make me sound intimidating, edgy and dangerous. Psychiatrists are assholes, and they're also a bunch of pussies who are scared of people who cuss a lot. Their fear stems directly from their irrational belief that people who cuss are dangerous, livin-on-the-edge kinds of people. Basically, clever people like me who say "FUCK!" because it's a word.... scare the ever loving shit out of psychiatrists, and their disinformation about our motives is indicative of the pathetic strategy they've begun utilizing as a last ditch effort to defame us without confronting us. They know if they lie like that about us to our faces, we'll beat their asses into a bloody pile of shit. They know this because they believe that is what cussing people do. In their minds, we are primitive animals who are incapable of expressing profound thoughts, so in lieu of thought provoking additions to polite conversation, we drool on each other and scream the words that bring us attention, even if that attention is given in the form of the complete and utter rejection of us from every aspect of society we need to access in order to succeed. Yeah, in other words, they know fuck all about jack shit. Quite frankly, if I don't creatively utilize a colorful four letter word at least once a day, I feel like I've failed. But I digress. I don't even know what digress means, but I just did it anyways.
That was unnecessary, but so was this entire journal entry. Back to the point... This is about what everybody who received this journal entry in their dA stacks is saying about all of this important, need-to-know shit I just wrote.
This or something equal to this, was the unanimous reaction:
"WTF is this asshole's malfunction? I'm not even trying to read this shit. Crazy ass crippled up thinkin-he-knows-all-about-some-shit droppin this bullshit into my damn dA stacks like I give a fuck enough to even try to read bout some geeky ass nerd shit like this... Work-is-Play need to get his ass to Work on some of that art he never finishes and quit Playin like he's mo'fuckin Stephen Hawking. That wheelchair you're riding around in don't make you a god damned rocket surgeon, W.i.P! Hawking just makes that ish look good! You've got balls that clank to be putting some shit like this on my screen. Using big ass words, makin' me want to kick your ass and steal your god damned milk money and shit... and what's this shit down here? God damn butterflies and shit, man, wtf? AND FOR FUCK'S SAKE... FINISH THE FUCKING SENTENCE! IT AIN'T HARD, ASSHOLE! Period, two spaces, capital letter, MOTHERFUCKER!"
*click* REPORTED TO DA FOR BLATANT AND UNREPENTANT LITERAL ASSHOLERY
Work-is-Play is the stupidest motherfucker I know.
Hey, I'll never do this to yall again, I PROMISE.
I've got a lot on my mind and nobody to talk to, cooped up in this house with hurt feet and nothing better to do. Bettis, my faithful Jack Russell terrier, won't even argue my scientific musings with me anymore, as he rejects all things scientific and chooses instead to follow his own tail around in circles until I stfu and go away. He's way smarter than me for that.