There's a new protocol in Town

Polards

 Tuesday again, Good Lord. And it's not February any more, I might even see Saint Patrick's Day. I say might because by Solstice, we'll all be dead or insane, which might be more noble and glorious than our current front row of cringe-worthy, feckless and basically icky. "Who Dares Wins" brothers and sisters, but I'm not playing anymore.

 The new Protocols in internet search engines have changed from a word based search that never asked why and what are you looking for and is instead increasingly based on a Semantic and intent based understanding of you, the searcher, and your interests as both a person and consumer.

 An ultimate Madison Avenue, bribed by the Oligarchs to keep the Front Row happily obedient and tell the Back Row how to think.

 So go ahead ask: "Who will draw me a slogan of Schrodinger's cat biting Schrodinger on the Nose."  

Meaning Requires a Witness and so does a Bear in the Woods

Snow drops

 OK! Let's go nuts again, talk particles with special reference to Superposition. Our dialogue will possibly result in a wholesale abuse of Superposition, might be another bulldog understanding of the Higgs Field, so be brave, remember that in the end what we're looking for is a back row understanding of "Why has our species become so cringe-worthy, feckless and basically icky." And this time we are giving the Psalms and Anvils of our "Forgiprocal State" of verbs and nouns to the tenuous grasp of quantum of physics.

Heisenberg was born and lived as a Lutheran Christian. I mention this so as to suggest that Heisenberg's uncertainties had a safe place to go to on Sunday Morning this meant he could let his thinking about the Ultimate Nature of Matter produce his Uncertainty Principle: "You cannot know the position and momentum of a particle with absolute precision." 

Position for you and I: Where we are - The Noun - The Label - The Address. (None of it Concrete)

Momentum for you and I: Where we're going - The Verb - The Journey - The Tangle. (None of it Concrete)

"What's The Tangle?" I hear the call. The tangle is the daily wrestle for sustenance and meaning. We use the word "Tangle" so we don't have to think of Jim Jordan and the like, naked men and/or boys rolling around, hairy armpits, sweating and panting on the floor.

"I know where I'm going!" Good for you, that makes you the Front Row. and for the Back Row that makes you a prime source of Ick, Feck and Cringe.

In our Back Row World, a Right or Wrong, rather than an Alive or Dead of Schrodinger's Cat, the wrong could be described as "an act of structural perversion."  Ask: "What is an Act?" And I'll tell you: "When you step over the edge and treat a Straight-Back form - a person - as a Noun, a tool, an asset, a piece of data."

That Edge is a slope to a frictionless nowhere where the Compound Nouns of Linear Thinkers, such as Final Solution, Free Markets and Free Electricity lie in ruins. If Schrodinger's cat is wrong, it has become a piece of the machinery, it has given up its straight back to survive the box. If the cat is right, it is still Dumbly Insolent, it's still a Verb waiting to Tangle with and maybe bite Schrodinger's Nose.

Our State as Transcendent Beings is Un-Collapsed

Roman Fresco of Dice Players in Pompeii 

 I happily return to a slope in a random place. We go back in time to find its genesis, which will be like ancient history for Baxter, Bobby and Ivan, It was Newtonian understanding of the Noun, and  I was a bit shy of using the word randomness in a world of probability, pattern and order. My understanding of Randomness came from the Chambers Twentieth Century Dictionary, the 1972 edition. I clung to the part of its definition that included "...uncontrolled or unguarded state, freedom...." I remember using the phrase, "No up, no down" to play with the the concept.  The point being when you want to think science through the eyes of the Chambers Twentieth Century Dictionary of 1972 you were entering an reappraisal of the world, a world were Random Access Memory was a meaning in regular enough use to need a dictionary definition. More recently I might have been tempted by "superimposition." A state having a probability amplitude to be a different state, I might have seen the verb on the slope as a probability amplitude heading toward a defined noun. Had I done that it would have been an error. The world as the  mind perceives it isn't probability, pattern and order. That collapsing state solution everyone hopes for and the fall into the safety of the noun at the bottom of the slope, isn't where we, you and I, are. Oh no! Our state of randomness is un-collapsed.