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His(David Bohm) passion for truth carried him wherever it might possibly find nourishment, and his theories consequently reflect tremendous breadth and depth in accounting for a wide range truth that stems from a diverse spectrum of epistemologies.


The 3Ps blog is dedicated to exploring cosmology, quantum physics, and the domains of the very small and the very large with poetic expression of science concepts, philosophy, and history of ideas at the emergent consciousness level by using the "words of science."


Out from here
near the edge of the universe
clear of culture clutter
it's syllables my dear
wandering where
cosmic attractions
search for...the rest
The hologram universe

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Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Testing Limits

infinite ascent:- a short history of mathematics
Read the book. It's not the answer, but Berlinski is an interesting fellow.



Testing Limits 3/4,3/4, 2/3, 1/2, . . .



DilAted bLind retinas painted Like an infinite serIes
AcCelerAte mountaiN coNic sectiOn images
Of sTrange electron spiral fuzz holographs

Coupled by long copper pipes of emptineSs
Soldered joints too cold to smoke
Catch the streAming space tube vortex of sound
Stretched from reality made invisible
Outside the tunnel of imaginarY communIon

Sliced and rolled to fit geometrIc wizard brainS
EmbalmEd verticAl rotationS simulaTe forever

Outside the tunnel of imaginary communion
Sliced and rolled to fit geometric wizard brains
EmbalmEd verticAl rotationS simulaTe forever

Dilated blind retinas painted like an infinite series
Sliced and rolled to fit geometric wizard brains
EmbalmEd verticAl rotationS simulaTe forever

Coupled by long copper pipes of emptiness
Sliced and rolled to fit geometric wizard brains
EmbalmEd verticAl rotationS simulaTe forever

Monday, October 17, 2005

Riemann to the Rescue


Eye do not believe in Halloween
It has no coordinates to define its space
Ghosts are but points
They have no pairs
No black and right
No left and white
No rulers or length
Curvature templates or pi
And that is why
Gödel no longer trusted signs
And catholic nuns kicked the habit

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Fall n’ Chromatography

Waiting, watching, testing the validity of gravity

Leaves make a mockery of science

First the biologists are caught with color on their faces

Next the chemist mistakes chlorophyll lost for frost

Finally the astronomer loses sight of the sky

Trying to rake the last one before twilight

Mocks them all with a bare oak bough to the west