A Digital Map Of The Entire Known Universe

A stunning journey through the entire viewable universe.

Feel small yet?

Through a coop with NASA and the American Museum of Natural History, this movie has been produced that attempt to show what it would be like for a human to travel through the known universe.  More information can be found here.

An Experiment In Perception

This psychology experiment found that 75% of people don't recognize major changes that occur right in front of them.  They used a tricky methodology, having participants sign into a test with a desk clerk while having the original person step away to file a form and a different one come back to the counter to finish.  Most people didn't notice a thing.

Pretty crazy, huh?  However, you might be thinking that these people just weren't paying attention and that this wouldn't happen to you, right?  Well, let me ask you, did you notice anything strange about the video you just watched?  In fact, the male professor was originally wearing a red shirt and then a blue one later on.

Did you catch this significant change?  If not, don't feel bad.  I had to rewatch it before I noticed it also.

A Short Thought Poem: "Eye"

I believe that the root of immorality is self-worthlessness. 

I have no worth and thus 

I have no right to be moral. 

Immoral things comfort my body which is worthless. 

It is a self-fulfilling prophesy.

Imaging and the Uncanny Valley

Well, it appears that this video is old but I Stumbled it the other day and found it fascinating.  Apparently, this technology has been used in newer video games and the like. 

Spoiler Alert!  Emily IS the animation.  She is not real.  Now that you have seen the video, I would like to point out that there are some inconsistencies in the animation.  You may have noticed that that when she stops speaking, her lips contort to an out of sync shape with the rest of her face but this is minor.  Honestly, I had no idea when I first watched this video that she was a computer generated image.  Simply amazing.  The Uncanny Valley will soon be crossed.

Perception is such a strange uncompromising concept

We live everyday moment of our lives in the 3rd dimension.  It is inescapable.  We do prefer it this way though at least above the lower dimensions.  Look at any 2D object like a flat wall and then to any 3D object.  From my experience, I get bored very quickly looking at 2D and 3D, while not necessarily exciting, is much more interesting and hold my attention longer.

If we lived in a 2D "flatland", we would perceive 3D space in thin cross-sections of whatever we were looking at.  The same idea can be applied to us "3Ders" looking into the the 4th dimension (which is universally accepted as time).  This makes time, 4D space, seem as a cross-section to us thus we perceive time in each passing moment of our existence and linear.

My point?  Understanding more about the world you live in makes your experience more deep and rich than going through life unaware of things.  Ignorance isn't always bliss but sometime knowledge is.

This video goes on to explain every conceivable dimension and is a very interesting watch:

Imagining the 10th Dimension

Joints (or Purple Haze): An old work still in progress...

While I was sifting through file on an old external hard drive of mine, I happened upon a folder of text documents that held some really old writings of mine.  I'm not proud of the quality of this by any means but I think works at different times of development can be very telling.  Anyways here is the excerpt:



The aroma had begun to fill the air since the first puff was taken; it had reached Eric before he knew it. Danielle’s arm was extended, waving the smoking circular item in front of him. Her radiant blue eyes connected with his as he tilted his head up. Eric was taken aside for a moment by her friendly look and his were thoughts lead astray to other parts of her body. “Go ahead, it’s your hit.” she gleefully murmured during a slight exhale trying to hold as much of the euphoric smoke in as possible.

Eric was pulled back into reality away from Danielle’s wonderland. Covered with shock and embarrassment, he quickly reaffirmed the situation. As he reached out for it, he took another glance at Danielle. Through her pursed lips and bodily stoicism, he could plainly she that she was choking, short of air. While he didn’t want to continue the circle, he sternly pulled the emberous stick from her tight clench to allow relief of her pain and suffering. Danielle turned to the other side and began cough voraciously.                                                                                                                                     

Eric’s mind soon floated away from all youthful pleasures. As he stared at the burning stick between his fingers, he thought about how many of his close friends enjoyed this thing that he disliked so much. His eyes scoured the room, looking for some sense of sanity from his moderately asphyxiated peers. It seemed the exact moment Eric began to look up at the group they decided to fix their stare and intent directly on him. All the laughter had died down, no one was choking to death anymore; they all were sitting and solemnly peering at Eric. Fearing more attention than just staring coming on, Eric casually put the joint up to his lips and began to inhale, throwing away years of drug-free behavior. Making sure his friends didn’t laugh too hard at him at school for being a novice smoker, Eric puffed repeatedly and held the smoke for awhile before release like he had seen his friends all do before.                        

Eric proud with his accomplishment, handed it to the person on his left and laid back in his seat to relax. This is when he began to feel strange. It wasn’t exactly the light-hearted euphoria he had imagined and heard it described as. Actually, he started to become overcome with melancholy and his vision began to fade. Eric could feel his eyes rolling back into his head as darkness began to void his vision. With the world slowly melting away, Eric heard a voice of a disheartened friend exclaiming, “Man, I didn’t know you couldn’t even handle one hit!”

      
The laughter pursued Eric on his journey into blackness. It echoed maniacally through his head as it altered from a high pitch to one that was demonically deep. The laughter became rampant until Eric knew someone else was there. “Who are you?” Eric propositioned this with a nearly indifferent tone, almost naïve to the question itself.

      
The voice bellowed back with tremendous veracity and unmistakable truth renouncing within the space, “I am your God!”

      
Pillars were positioned symmetrically in the room where Eric now stood. It was circular adorned with marble statues of grotesque angels and demons. In the center of the room was a series of smooth block steps up to an altar. Eric stood with his head drooping downward; his eyes were focused at the ground beneath his feet. It was a stance all too common to Eric. He used it to handle uncomfortable situations and ones were he lacked confidence. He stood defensively but almost with submission. His father had seen it and so had his gym teacher.   

In an instance of deafening silence, Eric’s toes begin to curl as his foot makes a step forward. “I’m not afraid of you.” he mutters half under his breath as he begins to walk toward the voice.

     
“I will smite you!” the voice roared with enough force to scatter the debris and dust lining the room.

However, this did not faze Eric, he had felt the ravaging wind from the voice against his forehead and continued on. The figure looming before him was like an amorphous rendering of a human covered in a purple shadowy haze. The haze engulfed the body and pulsated brilliantly at the devil’s head. It hovered in the air, arms outstretched, as if waiting to take the incoming soul.

As Eric reached the steps of the altar, he briefly hesitated before starting the climb.  He clenched a fist tightly, his hands shaking with determination.  At this moment, the deity was overjoyed because it believed that Eric had changed his mind.  An ever so slim smile grew on his face.

As Eric reached the top of the stairs he emotionlessly passed through the figure.  The apparition emitted an unnatural scream rocking the foundations of the room and vanished instantly, leaving only an evanescence of the purple haze.  Without stopping, Eric continued down the stairs behind the altar and into the darkness. 

It took quite a bit of restraint to keep myself from editing this at least a little.  This little diddy was written in 2006.

Laughter always comes at the risk of being mean

An attempt at a music video

News

I decided to restart this blog form my brothers.  What is to follow shortly is the most awesome adventure a man has undertaken. 

Check out my older posts for now while I get things going!

A series of questions.

Why is this world filled with broken people?  Is this self-projection?  Where are all the happy people?  Do they really exist?  Are the people I see everyday the same as me because I wish it?  Is this all just a dream projection of my subconscious?  If it is, why can't I wake up?  Why does everything here seem to revolve around me?  Why do I feel I am living inside my own bittersweet hell? 

A complete random thinking experiment

Today, I'm going to try something completely different.  I am going to type out a train of thought. No editing besides spellcheck for clarity.  This is totally unedited.


Never doubt my ability to turn a conversation back towards myself as the topic.  It in itself is an unstoppable force of nature.  I could burn you to the ground but I would rather take all your trouble upon myself and burn them to the ground for you.  I want the world but I would settle for a smile.  If your life sucks so badly why do you keep making it worse with all these bad decisions?

Do you ever wonder what it would be like to rule the world?  To have the entire populous recognize you as leader and commander?  I feel that I would make an excellent and beneficial leader for our planet.  I wonder if every ruler in power has thought that at one time before gaining power?  I really don't think that is the case though.  I believe most people who are actually in power get there because of their own selfish goals that they want to accomplish.  Maybe power really does corrupt and I would be in the same position if I held a supreme office.  "Power corrupts and supreme power corrupts supremely."  I know I would be "the one" to take charge and not fall to corruption.  My spirit and intentions are too pure and resolute to do anything but what this world needs.

Ok, that was kind of intense.  I did stop in between those paragraphs because I had to use the bathroom but, other than that, this is one complete, unchanged train of thought.  No editing except spelling corrections. 

I just wanted you all to see how clinically insane I am.  Until next time...

You are so dumb. You are really dumb. For real.

Austrailia and the Lies We Have Been Told

Austrailia is not what it appears to be.  Most think Austrailia is home to lovely koala bears, Former Live Person Steve Irwn, and a cute accent (if you are a faggot).

 Austrailia was formed as a PRISON COLONY for Britain back when they controlled the enitire known world (ANOTHER STORY ENTIRELY!).  YES, a PRISON COLONY! In fact, the inmates of this establishment had commited crimes so heinous, Britain decided to ship them to an island HALF WAY AROUND THE WORLD!  This is the modern day equivalent of sending the rest of the jews to the moon.  IT IS OUTRAGEOUS!  BUT that's not the scary part.

 At some point in time, Britain kind of forgot about this island of the criminally batshit insane, and DECIDED, instead of governing this camp of inmates itself, to GIVE THEM THE CONTINENT ISLAND TO RULE THEMSELVES.  SInce, you know, they were stuck out in the middle of the Asians' Oceans some halfway around the world. And it just happened like 150 years ago.

Its like releasing a serial killer 20 years early and handing him the fucking KEYS TO THE CITY! And now Austrailia a legitimate country with their own place in the rest of the world LIKE THERE A FUCKING NORMAL COUNTRY!  The entire population of Austrailia are the decendents of these criminals and the staff of the prision who were stupid enough to go there to live afterwards.  So, now we basically have a entire country of criminals and sons and daughters of criminals who function as a fairly large source of world investment.

Then, the kicker. Since "Austrailia" is a real country now and has been for 150 or so years, we allow them to have nukes. YES, you read that right, nukes.  Why?  Because America was busy fighting a FUCKING CIVIL WAR when Australia was given free rein and they we were kind of busy.  You understand, right?  Why do we care so much about middle eastern countries having nukes?  I'd rather give a baby nuke to every newborn child in Iraq and Iran then let some crazy fucker that is a decendent of a serial murderer/rapist/arsonist that was schizophrenic.

Even if the towelheads did launch nukes at us, I would not be that worried because now we have FRIGGIN' SPACE LASERS that will shoot down any long-range nukes from OUTER FRIGGIN SPACE!   What kind of shit is that? Not to mention an air strike squadron we could launch from basically anywhere in the world that could take down a nuke before it even got close.  But, I digress... Criminals with their own continent, whistling slyly like nothing ever happened, I bet they are just waiting until the entire world forgets about their upbringing and welcomes them as peers. . . OH WAIT....

Another Split

I've decided to branch this blog again. For those of you not familiar with my second blog it is all about awesome animals that I like and can be found at Animamules.

The third blog will basically be a dream journal. Nothing too profound unless the dream just ends up that way but, I warn you, I often have very strange and epic dreams. Or at least they seem epic when I'm asleep! The main idea here is to motivate me to keep a dream journal again.

As for the main blog here, I will be updating this tomorrow with something. I haven't decided yet but I want to keep it in the realm of some of my writing or philosophy. Thanks to all my readers for keeping me motivated to share more!

EDIT: Just posted my first entry in the dream journal and realized I should probably link it!  So here it is Father Flame's Dream Journal

Can't we all be right?

Personal philosophy is just that, personal. When you write something philosophical that rings true to you, you believe it to be fact. Of course you do because you are guided by your own moral compass. When someone disputes your statement, you think they are wrong because you don't agree.

Recently, a close friend told me that I should be happy with myself and not try to find happiness in others. This was during conversation where I told her I was ready to find someone to see romantically. She challenged my preparedness, saying that I must be unhappy with myself to need someone to be happy with. My thought was that, I had to be satisfied with who I was as a person to put myself out there. I need to be whole and solid or it would be unfair to anyone I attempted to pursue.

Another friend, just as close and meaningful to me, if not more, told me that the ultimate goal in life was to make others happy without expectation. That we should go through life bringing happiness to everyone around us regardless of the outcome. This stemmed from me asking her how I could stop being so self-centered. I used to be a giver expecting nothing in return to all who asked. After being taken advantage of too many times, I turned a 180 and when things happened all I could think about was how they affected me.

Obviously, my friends' competing philosophies are in conflict on a certain level with each other.

I personally agree with both philosophies and think they can both stand on their own somewhat. Each of my friends believe their statements to be true and they both are to an extent. This begs the question, “How can that be?” How can two views on a subject be different but still correct?

When I told the altruistic friend the selfish friend's view, she disagreed saying that people wouldn't exist if we depended on only ourselves to be happy.

On the other hand, I disagreed slightly with my selfish friend saying that I could be happy with myself and still want someone else with me to make me happy. She disagreed wholeheartedly, believing that was an impossibility and that I hadn't understood or heard what she had said.

Both had good points and both would not deviate from their personal views which is virtuous in it's own right. However, all of our views, no matter how factual or ingrained they are in our own respective minds are only as true as we say they are. Is there an absolute between all of these beliefs or are we doomed by a reality of choices that are neither right nor wrong?

These are the thoughts I have while I'm pooping.

Edit:  I posted my rough draft like a dumbass.  Here is the final version.  D'oh.  2:12 PM 10/10/10

The Hill of Life

I was always with you
Now I'm beside you
Falling with you
Over the hill of life

You were stronger than I
But now I carry you
Lifting you up
Over the hill of life

We're nearing the end
Or are we?
Lost on the long journey
Over the hill of life

I never thought I'd see you
So low, down below me
Churning with an absence of thought
Over the hill of life

You're with me now, ever changing
Bringing upon me thoughts but all lies
Caring not for eternal forgiveness
Lost long about, far away
Over the Hill of Life

If you havin' blog problems I feel bad for you, son.

I got 99 followers but a snitch ain't one.

Thanks to all my readers out there!

And now for something completely different from the norm.

Aren't they adorable?

A return to self-discovery

I felt like breaking down to sob but I had nothing to cry about.  I still have many problems but the major one has been conquered.  Are we, as people, sadder if we have nothing to worry about, nothing more to anguish us?  Do we create scenarios to fuel our troublesome addiction to grief?  I do.  I have.  I don’t know why.  Why do I love pain when it makes me feel so terrible?  Many nights I have laid awake contemplating situations, relationships, and the inherent problems therein only to writhe in the pain they bring.  I don’t enjoy these, I wish I could sleep.  I wish I could breathe.  I wish I wasn’t so lonely. 

But I’m not lonely.  I’m always lonely.  People around me fill the void but not really.  Their absence affects me greatly but their presence doesn’t do much to dull the pain I feel.  When I knew someone would come home every night, I couldn’t soak up enough alone time.  Now that things are different and no one is there, I have too much free time.  Not that I miss the person.  But a person, nonetheless, is what I desire.

Why do we have to fill our hearts with others to be complete?  Why am I not enough to complete my self?  I don’t want to have to rely on another person just to feel happy.  In fact, I know that I don’t have to.  I am I by my self.  I must learn that happiness isn’t someone else.  Happiness is finding me, discovering who I am.  Maybe that is why happiness seems like a fleeting concept.  One of the true and tough tests in life is self discovery.  Many people spend their entire lives trying to figure out exactly who they are. 

But it is simple.  You are who you want to be.  You are what you want to be.  Who you are as a person is not confined by the external constraints of reality.  Who you are is defined by you.

A man once said that the only true freedom is death.  Another said that the truth will set you free.  I say that the only real freedom is the truth.  Death is but a release from the truth.  Lies make up our society, no, humanity as a whole.  We bask in treachery and feast in the deception.  Even our daily interactions with each other are plagued by half-truths, false truths, and downright bullshit. 

“But I have no worth, no purpose.”
“Then what are you hands for?”
“But no one cares about me.”
“Then what is your heart for?”

Another writing excerpt

There were a malady of sounds glaring around Sarah Silverman. This was not the actress Sara Silverman but she was still as obscure to the public eye. From the high pitched squeals of terrified people to the emergency sirens blaring all around, Sara could only focus on one sound, the sound that resonated in her mind constantly all day, everyday.

They say breathing is a natural, automatic response. That even if you "forget" to breathe, you still do. As was this sound that had the same persistent qualities that your brain does to breathe. It had literally driven her mad over time.

It started small and infrequent. She would hear a faint hum or ding. Sara thought this odd as one would a homeless person sleeping in a dumpster, strange but you know these things are bound to happen and, until you experience it yourself, you never really worry about it.

These beeps and chirps slowly evolved to the point Sara could hear muffled voices, nearly inaudible and blurred. She couldn't understand what they were saying but they voices reflected both male and female, young and old, English and foreign. This change in intensity is what started to freak Sara out.

She had lost ties with her friends and family over the last few months after the sounds stated failing to subside even for sleep. Sara probably hadn't even seen another live person for some time. That was, until now.

Sara fell to her knees, hand clenched to her head. A numbness swept over her body as if she was being filled with molten lava. The kind of numbness you feel having muscle and nerve tissue melting from the sheer heat of an inferno. A scream overcame her and the world outside her mind. Was it her screaming or one of the voices lost in her mind? She was unable to make that distinction anymore.

What just happened?

I feel like I've been living a double life.  There are the two competing personalities.  I thought of this was on the toilet talking to my Dad... or at least I was imaging having an honest conversation with him. 

But then It occurred to me, (I really need to back up) maybe we all live this way.  Maybe we all have not two but the multiple personalities that come from wherever the hell they come from.  I think its probably that since literally we are made up of other things (our parents who where created by their parents, maybe spirits abound that latch on as the scientologist say, a bit of everything and anything in some way) we have all these personalities from competing sources.  In our journey through life, we successfully compress the characteristics of these distinct and overlapping personalities into one presence if we can achieve it. 

So maybe I'm ok... but I'm pretty sure I'm just fucked up.

An attempt at action writing

A masked figure appears from around a blind corner to Alice.  She spins, forming her arm into a war hammer and clobbers her foe, striking him in the right temple and folding him permanently.  A second attacker, also shrouded in black clothing, lunges from a hanging posture in the rafters legs arched and locked in a deadly formation.  Alice effortlessly slides a few inches to the side, just out of reach of the kick, and slams him with a devastating blow knocking the assailant to the ground.  A quick snap of her foot breaks his neck leaving one less person after her.

Without warning, the click of a handgun echoed in her ears from behind her.  She pivots to face her attacker.  The man has a .45 caliber twitching nervously at her forehead.  She tries to speak in an attempt to disable him but before that can ever happen he launches with an opening round.  At this range, the fire and black smoke exiting the camber of his gun look reminiscent of a battleship cannon firing.

A shimmer of light trails along the area where the bullet strikes Alice.  She stares at him with ominous intent unscathed by his attack.  Raising her arm and grasping her fingers together slowly, her victim writhes in agony his eyes red and glazed from the searing pain.  At this point this guy's mind is totally fucked.  I feel it necessary to be frank here so I'll repeat that for emphasis.  This guy's mind is totally fucked.  He's thinking about prepubescent half-children, half-demon horse creatures prodding his asshole with hot fiery pitchforks while the pipe that connects to the entire world's sewers and empties right into his mouth.  It's the worst possible thing that this particular person can imagine happening to them.  And he's now in that shit infested hellhole because she put him there, all with just a twist of her wrist and her will to do so.  The relief for him will come when this process kills him in just a few seconds.  That is unless real hell is worse than anyone can imagine.  Expired, his body falls as a lump to the ground, his head now ablaze, smoldering. 

With all the assailants incapacitated, Alice starts down the corridor.  She has to keep moving.

Fateful Distractions

My thoughts are the barbed wire of contempt
My dreams the lucid images of God
My hands broken but able to perform miracles

This is the will that guides me
This makes it all for naught
Will I be able to break through fate?

My dreams are a nightmarish raze
My mind a butterfly fluttering in despair
My heart is a weighty anchor lodged deep into my chest
I am solitude, I am loneliness, I am alone.

I race through the broken doorway
Unable to see what lies through
My legs ache with the pain of a thousand miles ran
My knees cry out like they do only when it rains
I will keep running through that doorway
Time and time again
Even though it’s a gaping chasm
That I think I can never fill.

A dream

Tonight I had a dream that I was walking down a wooded trail.  You were following me.  The path kept splitting every once in awhile.  At the split you asked me if I wanted you to follow me.  I said, "No, go your own way."  You departed down the opposite path each time not a care in the world.  The next split came up and we followed the same scenario.  Split after split we stuck to the routine.  I ended the path and you were still there right behind me.  Just like I had wanted all along but was too afraid to say.

The Father of the Flames

The father of flames and the water goddess dance together, encircling each other in a spiral, enticing and luring them closer, never touching but knowing each others movements with definity.  They continue the dance gazing into the other's eyes for recognition of longing, knowing that embrace would destroy them both.  Questioning the meaning and sanity involved as fire and water cannot exist together.  Yet they draw closer still, their attraction a necessity.  Change is the ultimate outcome whether or not destruction is complete.

There is something to be said about a person who sips their coffee while sitting on the toliet... and none of it is good.

Who I am

I am not lonely, I am a loner.  People who are lonely need others to comfort them.  Loners need only the people they choose to be around them, those worthy of their presence.  With greatness comes abandonment and avoidance.  I have too much pride to wholeheartedly compliment myself but I have accumulated power beyond my wildest imagination over my lifetime.  I can distort reality to a degree comprable to an omnipotent being.  I have not yet mastered direct physical modulation of reality besides the basics of a human but my psychic magic is great and can cut down thoughts, feelings, and emotions of a high level.

So small, so large

I often consider how unfathomably large the universe is.  How miniscule people are to the entirety of it.  We live on a planet in a vast solar system which takes current space probes  tens of years reach the outer planets.  It takes nearly a thousand yeras to reach the outer bondary of our solar system. Our solar system is one of millions that sit on one of the several arms in the Miiky Way galaxy.  The Miliky Way galaxy itself being one of billions of galaxies in the entire universe.

What is this blog?

A focus on observing and uncovering the intricacies which make up the universe and the mystery of life.

More to come...