we look at climate change in the very
late pre-human intervention.
We should note that this is not to
prove human interaction,
since 1815 is part of normal cycle.
This does not mean that the post human
Period works entirely under different
merely that those principles are not
This paper makes assumptions that in
1800s are different than they were in
the late 1900s
In other words just because there is
does not mean that we can disregard all
of things which happened before.
In this case,
it comes clear that
pre-human climate change
could be enough to change the climate,
by thoroughly natural conditions.
What it does prove is those climate
which are natural, can do a great deal
Again this does not mean that
artificial changes do not happen,
but instead we can see how they happen.
Then we looked at changes
which were pointed to by natural
which were not present in the record.
And we found that there are numerous
discrepancies in the past.
This means one of two things,
either that we were wrong in assuming
natural climatic variation,
which would mean that human
intervention could be diminished,
or it means that we should
Checking this against one event,
the 1600 BC Thera eruption, t
here is great deal of scholar weight
that this corruption occurred in 1500 BC,
not succeed hundred.
This is a quandary,
either the corruption occurred later,
or the theory is wrong.
Fortunately, there are people who have
eruption, and found it is the former
that is the corruption occurred a
little bit later than is supposed,
and the results is a slip sliding
updates, which will annoy certain people, but keep the tracker record
current. In other words, people will have learn to get used to
certain things changing in place, and we have proven this by this one
example, though there may be others. This does not change climatic
factors, it instead improves climatic factors which are naturally
forced, and makes artificial factors more clear. It does mean that
people will have two go back and check what till now has been seen as
being on the table. Artificial factors are not just 50 years, they
also change everything that we know which is natural.
We do this process in reverse order
from the 1800 A.D.
Before we took a climate change which
was known about,
and saw what would happen.
The 1810 AD through 1815 AD
was discovered in documents,
most particularly the cooling in summer
in the north latitudes.
It was found that two things which were
artificially formed before,
were actually naturally occurring:
the climate change resulted in dramatic
differences that would have to be factored in.
in other words,
this small interruption in climate was
even in the real world.
Civilizations were tilted by it.
Then we looked at something else
what can we determine about climate and
when two have different cycles?
In this case we have an exact climatic
events which has been recognized:
the eruption of Thera is not fixed in
but is flexible,
even though that is what is reported to
Last date which is current is
date that is fixed by the moon,
which is in itself
a great finding.
Who ever just got pushed off the
Prosperity still a whisper on his lips.
Days will go by and still he will think
of the moment,
when he rode the world,
money rolled in.
And all he need to do was to pick which
toy to buy.
He shows up on the internet,
and tells everyone it doesn't have to
be this way.
But it does.
Because there aren't enough of him at
any one time.
The working class went down,
and the programmers and lawyers fed on
The programmers went down,
and the land bubblers feasted on them.
The land bubblers went down,
and the government workers feasted on
Now the government workers are going
Someone will feast on them. For a
Then when that meal goes down,
then there will be a bitter cold
Yes, we're in a can.
“All we have to do...” he'll say.
Except that it won't happen.
It doesn't matter what can be done,
it matters what will be done.
And what will be done,
is to look at the next dying soul on
the raft of the Medusa.
I've often been accused of being hard
but that is because there are
It rests on the fact that there is a
small gap which is directly
accounted by the small variations.
The variation in question has to do
with the slowing down of the moons orbit,
which is visible even at the scale
Then there none.
It was some unique.
The understand was not because madness
was in the air,
and it made ever special.
It was unique that every thing specific
was crowd with thing with others were
ordinary to one.
This is because it to was specifically
Take a diamond, and scattered with
thing that look it,
but are not.
In 1914 a boy wrote
on the cover of exercise book from high
What he wrote was not important,
it was the idea which was.
This was the first deal of the Iluvatar
and the beginning of what was not
but an unreasoning attempt at creating
A novel, as we knew it,
was about to be a standard.
Many people had written texts which
were not history,
but JRR Tolkien was about to add a
single gift to his world:
He was the first one to sketch out
words which were like real words but different.
They were different because he wanted
to have elves
and other things which were real as
opposed to imagined by half drunk
Iluvatar, think on this word,
Ilu and Vatar,
think on this second word, and realize
It mention Christianity in one sentence, but South Korea is loaded with Christianity. That is in the not problem. What it is is suicide is the means for controlling people to become suicides - who would otherwise be alive and become terrorists instead. this is why Egypt has remarkably little suicide, but is a haven for terrorists. In other words, you can have them commit suicide - or you can wait until they blow up taking others with them.
It was on a day that was on a day when the bright light streamed
through the glassless window, a window that was out on to the Aegean.
The lines of paint from the naked sun streamed into the painless
pain, and on to the little girls face, she could just see Nana
stopping to rub the little boys face, and speaking damn about
something that she could not quite here; but it was how he should
look to the world. She was slipping away from reality and to that
unreality which only she knew of. In fact she did not know if anyone
else would drift between a real-life, and the mystic sheen of dreams
that was her unreal life. In fact, she would be embarrassed to reveal
In her own world she imagined that the figure from the newspaper
was real and both she and Nana were lecturing the little boy about
paying attention and being erect. Nana was a big believer in Νέα
Δημοκρατία; which was not something she understood, but
something that commanded her attention. Almost as much as Patera. A
man so terrible that he did not actually appear in her dreams, but
was on omni-present in something like a shadow of a terrible will. A
shadow which, if it gazed upon you, you would terror and grovel.
In the real world she looked over a molted glass bought from the
store with about one third honey. There was another in the lower
basin, which had not been opened. She was trying, in the real world,
to find out whether she should look above or below to get a better
view of whether she should have another spoonful of honey to go on
her, home bought no less, bread.
One thing you must understand, however, in her private dream world, everything looked like a picture out of Maurice Sendak. And
the second thing is that she was actually searching for her real
Since Nana was busy with the boy, and what she was doing looked
childish enough, it did not occur to anyone that walked was really
going on was that inside her head absorbed all of her thoughts. After
all, she was just a girl; not even a woman. If she had been, perhaps
Nana would have at least looked at her; and wondered which boy she
was thinking about. Because once the Blossom of the kiss of womanhood
was upon her, people begin thinking that they might have something in
their minds. But a girl would never do that. This was a reflection on
how Nana had forgotten what it was to be like a girl with all of the
faculties except sex. It was all so long ago. And far a way, because
Nana was not from this land, but another one which she whispered in
the dark was much colder, and the wind blew from the north, as
opposed to from the south. But the little girl was not frightened of
this, but looked through the pictures of a land far here; she would
then imagine herself as a princess. It was the correct thing to do in
her mind. In her inside world, she would whisper on the wind “μάνα”,
her real mother. Not the imitation mother that trooped around and
ordered people. “Nana” had wild connotations in her dreams,
though she would never say so in public.
In her dream world she was on the bank of a small stream, which
ran directly into the ocean. Unlike in the real world, there were
trees here. She had read that thousands of years ago the whole
mainland was covered with them, and people did rituals to the Elder
trees so that they would slumber; and then the people would chop down
the youngest trees for ships. But they left alone elder trees to form
the next wave of younger trees. Every so often a tree was straight
and true, and they left it alone. And every so often one of these
elder trees would volunteer to be cut down, to form the prow of a
kingly vessel. She imagined that she was talking to just such a tree.
“Why are you letting your self be cut down? I thought this would
be the most important thing in your life. It would be for me. I would
tremble and shake before they cut me down. And afterwards they would
feel the blood on their hands.”
“Little child,” began the elder tree, “ what you do not
understand, is that the world does not live as straight and true.
Even high am bent, just a little bit. And that means that the world
is not straight but bent, just a little. And because it is bent, that
means that it is a circle (kuklos).”
“Where does that word come from?”
“From Plato course.”
“But Plato is ancient, and we are descended from the Byzantine
“Your descendents in other countries do not understand this.
They think of Greece has old, and you think of Greece as medieval.”
“Why is this important? I know I have heard it, but I do not
“All of their imagination is of Greeks in togas, because they
only understand the beginning, and not the middle or the end. Look at
Machiavelli, and understand that the three orders of government are
all in Plato or Aristotle. They do not understand that Greece the
country kept on going, which is why you look at Byzantium, and see
your selves. But that does not translate, especially not into the
West. And say mean something completely different by writing circle in the Greek.”
“Could I have some honey? Because it is time for me to go, and
placate” - she missed the word, but not by much, and the tree for
gave her. He knew that it was time to be going, because she needed to
learn a simple lesson: the Greeks were going to have two decide
whether there upper class belonged with the other upper classes, or
instead with the Greeks. The rebels in the outer world answered the
Greeks, but in Greece they still thought of the lower people as not
part of the same family. There was an order in the Greek mind.
And she knew that order was different from what the outside wished
it to be.
So she went back to Nana, and left her real mother, who she had searched for but not found.
- John Nash
Princeton New Jersey
He was scribbling and scrolling and doodling and drawing, and all
things that one needs to know to not be doing business as usual. He
was supposed to be doing something usual, and instead was doing
something unusual, so as not to be distracted by other things that
should not be even mentioned. But in the back of his mind was
something more important. In fact far more important then Go – it
being Japanese players that popularized the game of doing nothing
more than placing dots on a grid. What he was thinking about betting
on the turn of the cards - “poker.”
He was in that turn of phrase, when every single equation could be
surmounted with ease. In fact he would do so in the flash of an eye
just because he could. He would do so just to prove to his roommate
that he could. Even though no one else could see that roommate. He
knew he existed, if no one else could.
He was turning the cards in his mind, and working out the best way
of a three clear game – he had heard once from some German
professor that three was the magic number. But instead of walking
through individual cards, he was walking through cards in general,
and working out at which point the cards favored not to bet, as
oppose to when they should. This line, he then realized, was the
equilibrium line – not just for poker, but any gain that could be
played. Well any game that was finite, the infinite games were
another story. Not that he would not solve it eventually, but it was
a different order of problem to solve. Again, not that he would not
solve it in some later paper.
He wrote the equations out, some what haphazardly. It was beauty
in the mind if not on the first paper – but someone would clean it
up, that is what people who devoted their lives to putting markings
on the paper did, after all. But he was not interested in the lexicon
of paper and ink, particularly, though he would have to master this.
A new that there was origami, which was tempting his vitrapasser, and
he would have to sit down and master it.
Here sitting in the library he would not call it the “Nash
Equilibrium” - not because he was not sure that it would called
that, but he would leave to others labeling. He was sure that they
would, so why bother to explain to them. He copied out the words
again, because he realized that even he did not under stand. And this
would not do, it was a short paper, and therefore had to be precise.
So he copied the first pages over again, making clear details
which had been foggy. And he did not even look at what he had done,
but stuffed it in an envelope, sealed the fine mottel back stickup on
the envelope. And then hesitated, and finally realized that he did
not know how many stamps it would take. This was an annoyance, but
perhaps it was best to do so now rather than later.
Thus he stood up, looking both ways - because you never know who
is watching. He settled his feet, and strutted out in to the vast
inside of his mind, thinking of all the games – even ones he did
not know the rules. It was a light from a shadow unseen.
- Sterling Newberry
Schenectady New York
It was a laboratory, more specifically a commercial laboratory.
Every bit of wood, steel, and machinery was accounted for. Everything
had a purpose. And in this particular case, it was something that
once upon a time had been declared impossible. In 1913 the preeminent
thought of the day was that if one captured x-rays, and used it in
the same way that light was used – it would take a mile to cross
the x-ray in the same way. Of course, the obvious reasoning was that
this would be impossible, and therefore no x-ray microscope could
ever be imagined to exist at all.
But many years later, Someone came up with the idea of grazing the
x-rays against a filter. Think of it as just a kiss on the x-ray
lens, instead of blazing the way that light would be diffracted. This
was not good enough to be marketed, but it did show pictures. And so
there was a hunt for the right material that would do a better job
and thus be the first commercial x-ray microscope.
Down here with white light shining on white walls, with gray steel
bookshelves to refer to notes, one man tried the same thing as the
others. He toiled away at this, first taking electrons and absorbing
them to get x-rays. Then after it hit a block of tungsten, it was
then focused into the grazing chamber. It was in the late afternoon
that one of the technicians grabbed him on the cuff. And begin
talking in, for a technician, a mindless babbling of words. It would
take me about 10 pages to describe what he said and the interruptions
that Newberry put to him. And he was taciturn, and listened for more
than he spoke.
What was happening was this: the technician did not believe that
the light was really being absorbed by the detectors. Newberry rolled
his eyes, because he knew that at least 10 times all the technicians
had been trained to believe that while they could not see it, there
was indeed light passing through this, just x-ray light. Which was
far far far too short for human eyes to see. So what happened with
the technician is he grabbed his badge – which had a filter for
x-rays – and took a screen, with many captures of light – and
stuck the two of them in the way of the light source.
But what happened next surprised the
technician, yes he saw the screen – but he saw a different screen,
and it was not the same as what he popped in. but Sterling Newberry
knew that the second image was very very small and was, in fact, the
mounting screen for the image. But enlarged.
It was enlarged by enough to see the screen, where as in reality
it was thousands to the inch. But here it was. About a millimeter,
which was several times it is real size. It was then that an idea
struck him, though it would take some doing to adjust and expose the
What the idea was was this: Do not take the x-ray light, instead
take the shadow, and enlarge this shadow until it was visible. So one
step was to take electrons and convert them in two x-rays. The next
step was to take the x-rays and shine them through what you want to
look at, then far away but photographic film for x-rays to capture
the light. it was a shadow x-ray microscope.
What he, and no one else would understand, is that the theoretical
of Nash, and the experimental of Newberry were the same thing.
Because in the game one player puts up money, but it does not mean
that it is at risk until someone else puts up money to bet against
it. This is the same way that an x-ray does not do anything until
there is a picture to capture its light. It does no good for it to
pass through the specimen, except if there is a photographic plate to
capture. Just as it does no good for a man to wager money, unless
someone else calls his raise.
It was a light visible and yet unseen,
until someone developed the picture.