Quantum Non locality

Quantum Non locality
Spooky action at a distance
According to Einstein
Retro Causality, also called retro-causation, retro-chronal causation, backward causation
[Entanglement] is not ONE, but rather THE characteristic trait of quantum mechanics
The one that enforces its entire departure from classical lines of thought
Is there such a thing as a Classic line of Thought?
Given the preceding
spukhafte Fernwirkung
The “Principle of Locality” is not compatible with quantum theory
If, Then…
Shall we then revisit the discarded notion of the principle of local realism?
Or perhaps we should just consider them to be perfectly anti-correlated

What Set About

What set about noisily
In my now brain-dead
Empty rattling Reservoir
This sigh filled cyst laden
Sorrowful cerebellum
Echo empty yet filled with doubt
How came I to this place?
Once was the time wherein,
I knew it's equated opposite
For I was young and knew
That I could never die
These eyes, aborning mare ibrium
These eyes, such witless witness
These eyes, such suborned silent searchers They never speak of the horrors that they have seen
They just continue to pierce mindlessly and in mute testament
What now sets about noisily
In this most egregious region?
Beset upon by an unknown need know

The Ignorance of Bliss" A Sobriquet of Excerption

What was once a gaping hole in the fabric of one’s life!
Somehow became a sought after comfort
Explain that, and the "Little Choads": the little "Chunks"
The tiny Little pieces that remain unchanged
Which are themselves quite startling in their bizarre and diametric opposition.
They are all the same!
Left to my own devices,I would say this about that
My new differences are defined by their similarities
Fact: I know that my cildhood memories are artificial!
Fact: I know I have re-engineered them!
Question: Why would anyone have willingly created something so bleak?
Obviously i certainly wouldn't, Certainly i didn't and yet?
My "One Man Evidentiary committee" eloquently shows that i did do that thing.
Have you ever apologized for not being what you know you are?
In retrospect, I Have! But what is it that i have done?
Made up a childhood completely?
Confabulated all those moments, which are best forgotten? What a bleak undertaking!
Who among you has not been needlessly tortured? and without a shred of hope for mercy?
In retrospect, I Have! But what is it that i have done?
I have experienced those things, Or did i make them up?
These terrible tendrils of moments
That stretch from the past
Are the remnants of those moments.
And they are all that will last
The center of all
That once was forever
Through time and pain
Ground down to never?
Never again the light from your eyes
Never again the song of your cries
Never again the silk of your pain
Or that final remission the moment is insane

Excerpts from the "Wreck of Man" by Dave Brackeen

Memory Plastic?...Really? Do we really want that?
Me thinks a good question herein would be, Why do we really want that? Just look at what my memory has done to me! Can you truly say that "Your Memory" has been a stalwart companion of yours down through the years? Do we really want plastic cruising around retaining Memory? And thereby acquiring Attitude? Attitude Plastic! The very idea makes my skin crawl
I mean just look at the terrible things we subject plastic to, and the heinous expectations which we have of it Shakespearesaid, Cry Havoc and let slip the Dogs of War! But what he meant was,
"Item, qe nul soit si hardy de crier havok sur peine davoir la test coupe
"Likewise be all manner of beasts, when they be brought into the field and cried havoke, then every man to take his part."…..You Think?
But then again, Perhaps not for the following reason……..
In the Tempest, he also said, Good wombs hath brought forth bad sons.
And wherein, and upon which category do I fit?

My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is

Sir Edward Dyer (d. 1607)


MY mind to me a kingdom is;
Such present joys therein I find,
That it excels all other bliss
That earth affords or grows by kind:
Though much I want that most would have,
Yet still my mind forbids to crave.

No princely pomp, no wealthy store,
No force to win the victory,
No wily wit to salve a sore,
No shape to feed a loving eye;
To none of these I yield as thrall;
For why? my mind doth serve for all.

I see how plenty surfeits oft,
And hasty climbers soon do fall;
I see that those which are aloft
Mishap doth threaten most of all:
They get with toil, they keep with fear:
Such cares my mind could never bear.

Content I live, this is my stay;
I seek no more than may suffice;
I press to bear no haughty sway;
Look, what I lack my mind supplies.
Lo, thus I triumph like a king,
Content with that my mind doth bring.

Some have too much, yet still do crave;
I little have, and seek no more.
They are but poor, though much they have,
And I am rich with little store;
They poor, I rich; they beg, I give;
They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.

I laugh not at another’s loss,
I grudge not at another’s gain;
No worldly waves my mind can toss;
My state at one doth still remain:
I fear no foe, I fawn no friend;
I loathe not life, nor dread my end.

Some weigh their pleasure by their lust,
Their wisdom by their rage of will;
Their treasure is their only trust,
A cloakèd craft their store of skill;
But all the pleasure that I find
Is to maintain a quiet mind.

My wealth is health and perfect ease,
My conscience clear my chief defence;
I neither seek by bribes to please,
Nor by deceit to breed offence:
Thus do I live; thus will I die;

Quantum Non locality

Quantum Non locality
Spooky action at a distance
According to Einstein
Retro Causality, also called retro-causation, retro-chronal causation, backward causation
[Entanglement] is not one but rather the characteristic trait of quantum mechanics
The one that enforces its entire departure from classical lines of thought
Is there such a thing as a Classic line of Thought?
Given the preceding
spukhafte Fernwirkung
The “Principle of Locality” is not compatible with quantum theory
If, Then…
Shall we then revisit the discarded notion of the principle of local realism?
Or perhaps we should just consider them to be perfectly anti-correlated

Manny Acoba Bonzo

Suicide – Is it a Permanent Solution to a Temporary Problem? A mistake ?
Or
Forcing an Ending of your own Story
OR
Just The passing of yet another friend

He was my friend but, I don’t think he considered me a friend of his anymore
What do I know? Sadly, I do know that Manny Bonzo has ceased to exist
I truly do not know if Manny did, or did not “Do That Thing”, but he certainly asked that question
Who among us has not truly asked “That Question” in earnest?
Can one actually go on from here? Continue on from this particular place in time?
Is life itself, any longer worth the living? Or has corruption of everything you love and everything you know infected all that there is?
And to such a profound degree, that suicide seems to be the only viable alternative to the continuation of you and life itself? Q: Is my time in time at an end?
You are most fortunate and extremely rare if you have never experienced a period in your life wherein there were no other viable options available to you other than suicide!!
I still find the concept of suicide extremely savage, and it still continues to frighten me very badly when anyone commits suicide or even contemplates it
And as for me? Not a single day goes by, wherein I do not ask that question. For i am blessed with Bi-Polar personality disorder or manic depressive personality disorder, Manny Bonzo was a fellow sufferer

Bipolar disorder or manic-depressive disorder, also referred to as bipolar affective disorder or manic depression, is a psychiatric diagnosis that describes a category of mood disorders defined by the presence of one or more episodes of abnormally elevated energy levels, cognition, and mood with or without one or more depressive episodes. The elevated moods are clinically referred to as mania or, if milder, hypomania. Individuals who experience manic episodes also commonly experience depressive episodes, or symptoms, or mixed episodes in which features of both mania and depression are present at the same time.[2] These episodes are usually separated by periods of "normal" mood; but, in some individuals, depression and mania may rapidly alternate, which is known as rapid cycling. Extreme manic episodes can sometimes lead to such psychotic symptoms as delusions and hallucinations. The disorder has been subdivided into bipolar I, bipolar II, cyclothymia, and other types, based on the nature and severity of mood episodes experienced; the range is often described as the bipolar spectrum

And I find it especially disturbing, whenever the person who contemplates it, or commits it, is elderly or has somehow managed to find a way to live past, let’s say, twenty-five years of age
Some part of me wants suicide to a young person's inevitability or prerogative.
That sounds quite horrible of me doesn’t it? I know the death of a young person is always a tragedy
I think it must be that if they can do it at, or near my age, then I can still do it. And I think about it.
Manny, it seems suffered from an assortment of afflictions & was on medications for mood disorders.
And for some reason that no one will “Probably never know”, he was deprived of these meds for the last week of his life and was discovered Hanging at his place of residence.
Like Hamlets musings, on the comparison between the pain of life which he sees as inevitable (the sea of troubles, The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, The heart-ache , The thousand natural shocks) and the fear of the uncertainty of death and of possible nightmarish continuation of “status quo ante” in suicide. (What if it changes nothing?)
How could it possibly change anything? Only a lack of Life Experience could possible explain this
And yet he actually killed himself.
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep
I understand that it's normal especially for young people to contemplate suicide because when they're going through mental anguish the experience is often new and frightening to them, and they don't have the life experience spelled “Personal Horror” nor mental maturity spelled “Acclimation to Personal Horror” To put what they're going through into perspective but, to have survived for fifty plus years?
We should all know by this age, that it probably changes nothing. Or rather Dying changes everything, but resolves nothing
And yet he actually killed himself. Then perhaps, so can I, So can you
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all
So far, every single contemplation of suicide, has resulted in conscience making a coward of me
And to good end also, but now not so Manny Acoba Bonzo.

Burton Commings was right.........These Eyes

What set about noisily?
In my now brain-dead
Empty rattling Reservoir
This sigh filled cyst laden
Sorrowful cerebellum
Echo empty yet filled with doubt
How came I to this place?
Once was the time wherein,
I knew it's equated opposite
For I was young and knew
That I could never die
These eyes, aborning mare Ibrium
These eyes, such witless witness
These eyes, such suborned silent searchers,
Never to speak of the horrors they have seen
Nor peddle a platitude
Upon such joys, therein i find
They continue to pierce
Mindlessly, endlessly and in mute testament
What set about noisily?
in this most egregious region?
Beset upon by an unknown need know
Were i blind then i would miss them
Yet i cannot help but to castigate them now
Lackluster they lie and lye
Curving, as they do
Upon themselves, upon all sides