FLAT EARTH?

FLAT PLANETS?  OR …

tenorA LOAD OF BALLs?

So whom are we to believe? What should a reasoning and reasonable being believe? Or should we simply have faith—hah! That’s where they have us …

RECENT EXCHANGES

suggest that ‘flat Earth’ people are alive and well even in this day and age. Cute.

But nothing new here, they always were, long before Columbus fell over the edge. Since him ‘science’ has established that our planet is not a disc but a ball, and who would I be to argue with science—even when it’s offered by a bunch of apparent amateurs using nothing more than a wee lake (thank you, God) and a laser (thank you, technicians) and a wee helicopter (thank you, Sikorsky and all the others who ignored the fact that man will never fly).

IT CANNOT BE TRUE

so there has to be a flaw in the ointment somewhere. Water doesn’t naturally curve on a small scale, as the surface is flat (except when it goes all lumpy, like in storms and stuff … but we’re talking calm here).

OBVIOUSLY

the argument, proof, and conclusions are false in this video

down there

 

but I thought the rest of you flat-earthlings might have a more reasonable explanation.

DAMMIT~!

I refuse to believe that God would allow water to be piled up into localised little hills like these nice people are suggesting!

FURTHERMORE:

Sheesh

dodo dodo       dodododododo  dodo

Advertisements

FLAT FEET? Then YOU need a

Girl & Horse.GIFFLAT EARTH

to walk on.

(Or to land on, if justice is involved.)

Recently I was amused by a Godist who is a devout believer in

(a) God, and

(b) the ‘flat Earth’ thing.

It never ceases to amaze me what people will accept, and push, as ‘fact’* .

Not my problem though. My problem is trying to make sense of time, space, space-time and where do numbers go when you rub them out? (It keeps me awake at night, tossing and turning—in a waterbed that can earn some wildly enthusiastic pokes from an indignant Other Half—until finally the sleep fairy carries my soul away to Heaven for the duration.

But, back to the ‘Flat Earth’ concept … this dude down there

pings it en passant at around three minutes something. As far as I’ve got so far it’s been worth watching. And yes, I did already know that: I, a creaking ancient old mutt, am stronger than this entire planet. But don’t take my word for it, go watch the show.

As for the rest of it … he lost me …

tenor

… again …

 

 


* (CS care of Ark, if ya want to go there.)

SIMPLICITY RULES

Occam said—

“The simplest answer is often the best”

—or words to that effect.

Simple is good.

Looove simple.

Simple rules~!

AND TO NOT DIGRESS

I have my theory wrt Time Travel, namely:  ’tain’t possible*.

Now, get thee to U-toobe—there you will find no end of (some of ’em quite convincing) clips of Time Travellers caught in the act.

Human OOPARTs, in fact.

can o' worms

“Mr Argus, Sir?”

“Yes, Little Virginia~”

“What’s an ‘Oopart’?”

“Acronymically speaking, it’s an Out Of Place Artefact, Ma’am.”

“Oh …?”

“If they discovered an undiscovered tomb in the Valley Of The Kings, Child; and on breaking the seals wandered in to find an iPad in the mummy’s grip—that would be an OOPART. The iPad, not the mummy.”

3 gerbils

SO WITH A CLEAR CONSCIENCE

I state again—

tenor

—that any such imagery is simply at best a misunderstanding or (at human-naturest) an attempt to deceive.

TIME TRAVEL

IS

NOT

POSSIBLE~!

(and never shall be.)

Not unless God rewrites the laws, which of course would mean Him going back to beyond the Big Bang itself and starting over. (God being omnipotent it should present no problems.)

And now, a frivolous point germane to this issue—

—in the ‘time’ it took you to read this, how far through space has this entire planet shifted? And your location on the surface of this spinning orb? (Even just sitting at your desk you’ve covered a few miles.)

So:  what …

… would it take in mathematical sums to calculate just the vectorage to get you back (say) one teensy weensy little hour?

Goof even a wee bit of a minifraction and you’ll need a space-suit, or a shovel with a long handle—ya gotta be precise; just one squillionth of an inch of error and quite a few of your molecules will be arguing furiously with foreign molecules over who has rights of possession to the co-ordinates you’re now in—and I don’t think yours will win.

DAMMIT,

for some reason I keep thinking of these things—down there

Screen Shot 2019-03-10 at 15.44.36.png

… effectively irrelevant but that’s my wandering mind for you.

Kismet

dodo

 

 

 

* Other than going forwards 

TIME TRAVEL

pc, not

I pulled in some u-toobes on this topic—

—before I view ’em and review ’em I wish to state a few statements:

Time travel is, was, and ever shall be (wait for it—!)

… IMPOSSIBLE

unless (we always need an escape clause, no?) unless we become totally intangible. You know—divest ourselves of anything with mass. As beings of pure thought we might one day be able to travel through time (beyond wot we’re all doing right now, of course).

How such a being would ingest sustenance I have no idea … God, you take it, Sir … oops, quiet around here …

YOU CAN SEE WHERE THIS IS LEADING

to an eternal universe: fixed, rigid, unchanging in all dimensions. A universe wherein nothing moves. Fixed.

Nothing can change in any respect—

No thinking, no reflecting,

perfect emptiness;

yet therein something moves,

following its own course.

Nothing new in what I’m saying (but there couldn’t be, could there?) —anyway, many of the (other) great minds of history have said it too.

I ARGUE THAT

the universe

Past-Present-Future

is entirely static

i.e. nothing (r) NOTHING moves.

There is only ever the illusion of movement.

Yes, motion is illusion—but it’s a bloody good one and fools a lot of folks. (Possibly we understand this subliminally but we work with it—got no option.)

TIME TO CLOSE

with a reference to the opening—

Time travel is impossible

—and I stand with it. Any takers?

Wot—nobody?

Go on, go for it. I can wait … got all eternity …

big-g-bigger

“ARGUS~!”

(Eeeeek~!)

“Yes, Mr God, Sir?”

“Give it away, Dog. You’d need volumes to explain. You’ll never get it down in one lousy post—”

“Lousy, Sir?”

“I’m referencing the limited space on the web and limited attention span of the average mortal, Dog; not your terrible writing—”

“Thank you Sir … … dammit, I’m glad you don’t exist!”

Screen Shot 2019-03-09 at 11.53.06.png

Screen Shot 2019-03-09 at 11.58.20.png

RUMBLE

RUMBLE 

rumble

rumble

rumble …

(SFX: insert more thunderclaps fading into the distance, please …)

dodo

Screen Shot 2019-03-04 at 17.37.48

 

PROJECT MYTH

& PROJECT TRENDS

to reach your target.pc, not

The classic anti-aircraft artillery problem, in fact: measure all possible rates, know where you are, project your trends to a calculated future position, aim at that and pop ’em off. Hopefully.

SO IF

your measured rates can be assumed to be constants the poor ol’ target doesn’t have a chance. He goes to an anonymous grave and you get the medals, God is in His heaven and all is right the world …

IF

you have all the necessary factors factored in—

  • If target holds constant course and speed
  • If your measurements are accurate
  • If your artillery is correctly aligned
  • If the ammo has all relevant factors allowed for
  • You may include a degree of luck too

IT’S A 

lot of ifs—goof and he doesn’t go down the gurgler: you do. So?

SO LET US DIGRESS

and get (apparently) religious. Let’s drag good ol’ God out of His clouds to serve by way of illustration—and I don’t want none of you dam’ religionists or atheists butting in until I’m finished. We’ll begin with a quote (and the assumption that you’re still with me so far)—

  • In the beginning all was void, and darkness was everywhere
  • everywhere there could be in a void (if we have to be pedantic)

then God created

(a) Himself, and then

(b) everything else—

all out of nothing (see? They told us He’s clever!) Still with me? Gooood. Let’s have a wee relevant recap—

Screen Shot 2019-03-03 at 08.21.29.png

—and although I know nothing of Shan Dao and haven’t checked any of the ‘facts’ presented all seems germane, namely that the (known) universe is big.

AND FLICKING THROUGH

webbies I stumbled over this beast—

The team found a particularly bright source and followed up using telescopes in Chile. Their observations revealed that one source, dubbed SPT2349-56, is giving birth to stars — 14 that they observed — at an astonishing rate.

Screen Shot 2019-03-03 at 08.24.56.png

—which also may or may not be relevant. So?

SO I KEEP BEING TOLD

that ‘God’ is a cwock of cwap and that science created the universe—cleverly, not from nothing but out of a cute little primordial atom that was so small it didn’t exist … a dimensionless point of infinite (okay, almost) mass in a timeless nothing (clocks hadn’t been invented yet) in a dimensionless nowhere—

 

SFX: insert a loud TAH DAAAAAH~! please

 

—in which something changed sufficiently to disrupt an eternal balance and cause it to explode, giving birth to all our universes as we know them.

MY APOLOGIES

with the best will in the world I can’t accept that either.

I’ll go back to pondering …

big-g-bigger.png

“Do that, Pup! Let the grown-ups do the thinking!”

If you insist, Sir—

Moi.png

ZZZZZZZZZZ … snorp

WTF DEPT

tenorAGAIN

(but it don’t get no better, I assure you!)

Try this on for size and fit—down there

“True north isn’t quite where it used to be.

The magnetic north pole has been moving so fast that scientists today released an update of where true north really was, nearly a year ahead of schedule.

Earth’s north magnetic pole is wandering about 55km a year.

It crossed the international date line at the end of 2017. It’s leaving the Canadian Arctic on its way to Siberia…”

—and I await with baited breath* your response. Even better, your thoughts, especially given the source—

to read from that source: CLICK HERE

—which is NZ’s biggest and most prestigious newspaper. (I still mourn the passing of the proof-reader, but that’s progress for you …)

Now please, don’t get lost out there. Take a Spouse with you, they’ll always tell you where to go (but she doesn’t always have to be right all the time, dammit …)

dodo

* Memo to self:  next time fishing not everything in the coolie-bin is spaghetti. Yeuch …