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Hue Don’t Own Me
Design by: Blaise McQuade
types of dissociation:
existing but a little to the left
am i crossing my eyes or is everything just blurry?
clipped right thru the floorboards
what the fuck is a “body”
i have too many bodies at once and they’re trying to start a fight club. how many arms are humans supposed to have again?
floam
sounds fake but ok
pick two: harsh noise, dial up tone, cantina theme [10 hour version]
360 no scope
the atmosphere is lighting me on fire very, very slowly.
someone: “wow! you handled that stressful situation so well! so cool and competent!” me, unaware that anything happened: “i what now”
*forgets to breathe for 5 hours*
feel free 2 add ur own
“Another stalemate. What are the odds? Let’s reset.”
Design by: Blaise McQuade
At the end of the day, you are in control of your own universe. No matter who has tainted it, who has hurt it, who has hurt you, no matter if somebody has torn through it like a black hole to a quasar. It is still yours, and they cannot take that away from you. They cannot take away your beauty, even beauty that is born from destruction; our universe is proof of that.
- physicists-need-love-too, on my alien invasion
Quantum Marveling
From Plato’s Forms to Christianity’s concept of the soul, traditional wisdom has told us that everything has its own unique essence. When we explore the tiniest of tiniest scales, however, it seems that traditional wisdom has gotten it utterly and profoundly wrong on this front. The only way to distinguish anything from anything else in the quantum world is through qualities like charge, mass, and spin; and the only way for these qualities to be acquired is through interactions with ubiquitous fields. The difference between you and everything you’ve ever seen reduces to the chaotic dance of fields and forces. You, your family and friends, that asshole who cut you off on the highway, that spider you killed in the shower, the bacteria residing in your gut, the piece of technology you’re using to read this, the air exhaling out of your lungs, the sunlight sustaining your survival, the known cosmos in its entirety—everything and all of its differences may boil down to nothing more than infinitesimal two-steps, evanescent jitters. Although this isn’t entirely accurate either, since these labels are mere metaphors for what’s really going on. In the fuzzy, dynamic universe of quanta, the concept of labels entirely breaks down. We are left only with mathematical abstractions and probabilities. No matter how you slice it, identity vanishes as a coherent concept in the universe inside of us.
Some find this unacceptable, even frightening. To me, it is a romantic and awe-inspiring aspect of reality. It satisfies many of the ‘new age’ desires for interconnectedness without appealing to pseudoscience, and it speaks to the homogeneous and limitless makeup of our beings. Despite this, the quantum world is often deemed irrelevant since it has no consequence on our perceived experiences. What do I care what’s happening on such a small scale if it has nothing to do with my day-to-day reality? To hold this opinion is to deny the import of the pursuit of truth, as the quantum scale, though far removed from our perceptions, is nonetheless fundamental to reality, fundamental to truth. Attempting to grasp the inner-workings of the cosmos is a noble pursuit in and of itself, but it’s also a quick path to enriching our day-to-day lives. It offers a peek at just how lucky we are to be alive and, particularly, to have consciousness. Traditional cosmologies explain consciousness as something bestowed upon us from on high or as existing in its essence forever and always; quantum cosmology, on the other hand, speaks to how fortunate we are that nature was ever able to transcend its singularity, its state of complete identity-less uniformity, and give rise to the unique experiences of personality, emotion, creativity, love—in short, identity. How marvelously privileged we all are to get a precious slice of spacetime for reaping these gifts of cosmic evolution.
New evidence suggests we live in a Holographic Universe
A very exciting new study reveals evidence that we may in fact occupy a holographic universe. Theoretical and astrophysicists who were studying irregularities in the cosmic microwave background (CMB is just the thermal radiation left over from what we think was the Big Bang) have managed to find substantial amounts of data that were hidden in the microwaves.
The idea of a holographic universe first came to light in the 90s. The core concept is that all of the information in our universe is stored on a 2 dimensional plane and then projected to create our 3 dimensional universe plus time. Much like when you go to see a 3D film the images appear to have width, length and depth but all of the data is stored on a 2D screen.
So we know that a hologram is just a recording of a light field. If it’s true that the universe is a hologram then what is illuminating it? Where does the light from our universe go to be observed?
In the late 70s italian architect, illustrator and industrial designer Luigi Serafini made a book, an encyclopedia of unknown, parallel world. It's about 360-380 pages. It is written in an unknown language, using an unknown alphabet. it took him 30 months to complete the masterpiece.
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