Friday, January 27, 2012

Macro Physics

Why do we do the things we do? What are we doing when we do the things we do?

Lately I've had an image of the entire universe as one physical/chemical reaction. We are part of this gigantic multi-pronged reaction just happening. Just like H2 + O => H2O, this reaction is apathetic, completely unaware of itself, non-judging, non-feeling: it just happens.

The picture I have is that of blobs of particles protruding from a flat space and toucing, interacting with each other. These blobs of particles are us, or animals, or any complex union of particles.

Because that's all we are. A bunch of particles that like to stick together.

People usually attribute a "soul" or "spirit" to the observer that is within us. For me it has become obvious that thoughts and the identity of "me" are also manifestations of this gigantic reaction.

Thoughts <= neurons firing <= electrochemical reactions <= basic physics

What I'm trying to say is, all the shit that we do is just like a simple event happening because of basic laws of physics, albeit at just a much much bigger scale.

Its hard to imagine it because we all naturally keep our sense of "self" disparate from the our sense of inanimate objects. Once we get over that infatuation, its easy to see humans and animals and everything for what they really are: macro particles interacting according to the laws of physics.

Again, when I say "interacting according to the laws of physics" we tend to picture two things colliding, or a charge moving through a field. The next step in seeing what I see is to get over this delusion and understand that me writing this and you reading this are all ultimately caused by physics. My decision to write and your decision to read are not something independent of simpler chemical reactions happening in the universe. Of course, I say "simpler", but the reactions don't have any understanding of simple or complex. As always they just happen. No judgement, no feeling. Period.





Wednesday, September 28, 2011

The dimension of time

I was reading Dracula on my new smartphone, waiting for 2pm when I would have to go to class. And as is usually the case, after reading a few pages of anything, I felt sleepy. I tucked myself in under the sheets, closed my eyes and tried to catch some shut-eye. But, as always, the mind wanders and this time it wandered on to the nature of time.

My blog has been reduced to an outlet for my weird thoughts off late: weird thoughts I believe are worth preserving.


I suddenly had this picture of 4-D space! Something that is very hard to imagine and harder to put into words. Time was just like space; stretched out in both directions, orthogonal to everything else. It was easy to picture this because I already believed that everything is predictable. What happens to anything and everything can be predicted. This would in turn mean that the direction that everything and anything would go in, was all already known. That is when I saw time as something stretched out, something on which we are travelling in one direction.

This spawned another thought. Just like in the spatial dimensions, there must be such a thing as momentum in time. Momentum in time would make something go along the time axis in the same straight (time)line! Everything I see seem to have this momentum, because everything I see is moving ahead in time. Which means some event gave momentum to all things in the time dimension. And it appears that, since everything is moving along time at the same speed, that everything has some "m" that is equal for all things. The "m" would be the equivalent of mass in spatial dimensions: something that determines how fast a thing moves in time when it is "kicked".


But it seems we havent yet figured out how to create these "kicks"; ie, change our momentum in time. This also means that if at all we figure out how to kick ourselves in time so that our momentum is reversed, we would not be "aware" of it. Because "awareness" stems from temporally spaced firings of neurons. If we manage to kick ourselves in time, we would simply reverse all that neuron firings and go literally, "un-aware".

I wonder if I can write down some equations with t in place of x and see how it pans out. Like:

"P" = "m"x(t2 - t1)/ ("t2" - "t1") or some shit like that.

Hmm, what is "t" here? With respect to what is time changing? I donno! I have to go to class!

Addendum:
When I said "things seem to have the same momentum in time" I made the mistake of defining "things" with respect to spatial dimensions. That is, a book is a "thing" because it is separate from other things wrt to 3D space. But in the dimension of time, it must be something else that defines what a "thing" is. So in that case, it obviates the necessity of every"thing" having had the same "m", because wrt to time, everything that is disparate in space is still just one thing.

Come to think of it, I guess Einstein had an idea of what it was! It must be something related to velocity since things that have a velocity wrt to another experience differences in the flow of time. But wait, velocity here is defined in spatial dimensions, and I defined a "thing" as something moving in 3D space again! WTF... its all so frikkin entangled!

Saturday, February 12, 2011

FIRST POST WHILE DRRUNK!!!!!!!!

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Saturday, February 5, 2011

Simple pleasures of life


1.) Putting on a freshly ironed shirt on a cold winter morning.
2.) Gulping down a glassful of cool water after having a big satisfying meal.
3.) Taking a piss, suddenly realizing that your bladder was really full, taking a deep breath and gently exhaling while you let it all out, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah". Golden \m/

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Weird shows

This show called the price of truth or some shit ...

Why cant people see that the choice before the person is simple.

If he lies, he loses the game and everyone knows he was lying and he did indeed do some embarrassing stuff!

If he tells the truth, he gets the money and everyone gets to know the he did some embarrassing stuff.

Subtract above two arguments and what do you get...

Tell the truth and you get money ...

So then why the heck is there "suspense" in the show? Why is there so much drama?

Sunday, September 5, 2010

The tango of Capitalism and Communism

One breeds sentiments for the other.

The movie "Reds" :- the old man who said "people who try to take on the problems of the world are either too well off or are too disturbed to tackle their own issues." and "even Jesus Christ could not take on the troubles of the world... He got himself crucified for trying!"


Addendum:

I had this little post saved as draft for a while now. I have forgotten why I started it in the first place. But I thought I would put down some related comments and publish it...

So, the tango! Yes. My thoughts on why each policy tends to breed support for the opposite. In one word: inheritance.

Inheritance of capital from parents to children seems to be a central problem in capitalism. Even though the person who created the capital deserves to reap its benefits (I'm a free market capitalist here), I am against the practice of giving all that capital to someone simply based on genealogy. This breeds sentiments for communism in the working class. And rightly so, since whatever did the heir do to deserve all that good stuff!

In communism though, one person has limited opportunity to break free from the norm and cash up on a unique idea. This too is wrong! Ownership should be defined by whether or not a person truly created the capital. I am reminded of Gringotts goblins here! JKR says in Deathly Hallows that goblins define ownership of an object by who actually made it.

So what I am proposing is a hybrid system, something evolved, something that takes on the best of both and is immune to the diseases that plagues either. A system where parents do not try to shower the fruits of their labour on their children and where an idea is uniquely owned and allowed to be unceremoniously utilized for personal wealth. How naive! I'm talking about going against our evolutionary instincts that drive us to protect our own off-springs and ensure the survival of our selfish genes. Fat chance! As I said in an earlier post, the world will remain screwed up till the notion of power is bred out of our species.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Undecided..

Driving into an area full of people from a different community was never supposed to be unsettling to the liberal/atheist that I am. It was an unpleasant surprise when the queasiness set in as I navigated the back allies of a colony so blatantly communal. The polarization was obvious; the ethos clearly advertised. I found my way out after a while, and I started thinking... why? Why did I feel that way? Of all the people I have met, I was so sure that I would be the last person to be afflicted with communal identity.

It was the instinctive nature of my feelings that gave away their origins. In the end the incident served only as a reminder of the fact that we are all slaves to the neurotransmitters that frolic in our inner brain. (A fact that I have ardently espoused, but, obviously the knowledge having no effect even on myself!)

As I drove back to my apartment, I imagined how 100,000 years ago, an ape who accidentally ended up in the territory of a foreign tribe, who just happened to have the genes to tingle his "spidey sense", could have avoided conflict, survived and passed on those genes to me. It was simply the safer choice. TED talks catered to a guy who said that humans beings were too successful too fast, and evolution is yet to catch up. The vestigial effects of long antiquated environmental factors still control every decision we make.


HD Sam
NETRISCA. Sirian werebull. Female Gnaar. Scythian witch-harpy. And of course uranium filled cannon balls. Ring any bells? Thats right! Sam is back. More "serious" than ever... in all 1920x1080 HD glory. The blood is more real. The body parts strewn on the ground and splattered on walls are more detailed. The werebull now glistens with HDR and bloom lighting under the harsh Egyptian sun. An all new engine (serious engine 3) renders the same old foes and the same old environment, but with enough texture detail to fill up 1GB of GDDR5 memory! Splurging on a 5770 didn't seem too bad an idea to play this baby... (the raise and bonuses helped of course :P). Living up to its age old tradition of efficient rendering, the new engine pumps out 60FPS (limited) on ultra settings on the mainstream card! The game still excels at churning out tonnes of pure, unadulterated FUN. Can't wait to see if Sam still tucks the giant cannon neatly into his back pocket!

"Aaaaaaaaah yourself........ Uh Oh", still brings a smile to my face.

HD Ugh-Zan-III... your days are numbered... :P


V
Voila! In view a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity is a vestige of the vox-populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such will one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honour to meet you, and you may call me V...

I just wanted to write down this beautiful piece of cinematic dialogue somewhere. Kudos to Hugho Weaving for his flawless delivery!