Some random thoughts
Apr 15, 2013 4:36:20 GMT -5
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Post by MatCult on Apr 15, 2013 4:36:20 GMT -5
On the train last week, where I get all my good thinking and reading done nowadays, I came across an intriguing quotation which led me to the rather marvellous figure of Paul Dirac. He's a fascinating figure from the little I have read about him so far.
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Anyway, Paul Dirac was a mathematician, hugely influential in the early development of quantum mechanics. Interestingly, he maintained an interest in numerology as well as mathematics. He is also believed to have been Autistic.
Albert Einstein once said of him "This balancing on the dizzying path between genius and madness is awful".
But I digress. The quotation, that to me seemed to be a wonderful addition to any reading or routine based on numerology, was this: "God is a mathematician of a very high order, and He used very advanced mathematics in constructing the universe."
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On the train this morning I was struck by a collision of ideas that I have never seen combined but that could work together to make a very powerful piece of theatre.
Consider...
WIKIPEDIA LINK
Anyway, Paul Dirac was a mathematician, hugely influential in the early development of quantum mechanics. Interestingly, he maintained an interest in numerology as well as mathematics. He is also believed to have been Autistic.
Albert Einstein once said of him "This balancing on the dizzying path between genius and madness is awful".
But I digress. The quotation, that to me seemed to be a wonderful addition to any reading or routine based on numerology, was this: "God is a mathematician of a very high order, and He used very advanced mathematics in constructing the universe."
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On the train this morning I was struck by a collision of ideas that I have never seen combined but that could work together to make a very powerful piece of theatre.
Consider...
The fair was an insence-scented hubbub of crowds and stalls and pitches and bubbling voices all around. In my pocket, my hand idly toyed with the corner of the voucher, the voucher issued on entry to the fair, entitling me to one free reading at any table. But which one? I surveyed the table tops with their cards and crystals. The readers were mostly slightly hippyish, kind faced, energetic men and women in their forties. Some offered sweets to help turn passers-by into clients.
As I stood, paralysed by an excess of choice, I noticed a table I hadn't spotted on my first pass. A man sat with a beautiful wooden box before him, his head bowed as though in prayer or silent contemplation. Without making a conscious decision to move, I suddenly found myself stood by the vacant client's chair opposite him.
"Please, sit down, make yourself comfortable," he invited.
"You are wondering what is in the box. We will come to that. But first, I would like to try to understand you better. Do you have a key, perhaps one that you have carried for a long time and that you do not use any more."
Fishing my keys out of my pocket, I found a Yale key that I no longer used. It opened the door to an office I hadn't worked in for three months or more. I had been meaning to take it off for months, but never got round to it.
"Like this?" I asked, as I worked the key off its ring.
"Perfect," said the stranger. He took the key from me and slowly closed his left hand around it, closing his eyes as he did.
"An object such as this, that is carried routinely with us and daily bears witness to our lives, will begin to absorb our experience as energies, much as magnetic tape is able to store sounds.
"Holding this key I feel an exceptional energy, a strong energy. You have unusual power - I see you leading, acting, teaching, and I feel a great anger or passion, possibly from past anger in childhood, but even more likely a great passion in the present. I feel turbulence, an uneven road, troubles and obstacles, but it seems your energy has enabled you to overcome and pass by the problems, or sometimes steam right through them.
"I see ideas and plans started but not completed. There's a problem with the door frame, the number two. A tree outside, but everything radiates with this energy.
"This energy, it is exceptional, I've never felt anything like it. If you can focus this enthusiasm and harness the power, you can achieve anything you set your mind to - nothing can stand in your way. In the past you hid this power away, you lacked the confidence, but now, in this new era it's almost like a rebirth, you are not bending to fit the world, you are bending the world to fit you."
The stranger stopped speaking. How did he know me? Had the energy stored in the key really given him a glimpse of my life? Could that be possible? His head lifted slowly and he opened his eyes, seeming a little lost for a second, as though wondering where he was. Handing me back the key, I noticed it was hot to the touch, curiously hot. But not only that, it had a slight but impossible bend.
"Now, let us continue," said the stranger after a moment. "Please, open the box...."
As I stood, paralysed by an excess of choice, I noticed a table I hadn't spotted on my first pass. A man sat with a beautiful wooden box before him, his head bowed as though in prayer or silent contemplation. Without making a conscious decision to move, I suddenly found myself stood by the vacant client's chair opposite him.
"Please, sit down, make yourself comfortable," he invited.
"You are wondering what is in the box. We will come to that. But first, I would like to try to understand you better. Do you have a key, perhaps one that you have carried for a long time and that you do not use any more."
Fishing my keys out of my pocket, I found a Yale key that I no longer used. It opened the door to an office I hadn't worked in for three months or more. I had been meaning to take it off for months, but never got round to it.
"Like this?" I asked, as I worked the key off its ring.
"Perfect," said the stranger. He took the key from me and slowly closed his left hand around it, closing his eyes as he did.
"An object such as this, that is carried routinely with us and daily bears witness to our lives, will begin to absorb our experience as energies, much as magnetic tape is able to store sounds.
"Holding this key I feel an exceptional energy, a strong energy. You have unusual power - I see you leading, acting, teaching, and I feel a great anger or passion, possibly from past anger in childhood, but even more likely a great passion in the present. I feel turbulence, an uneven road, troubles and obstacles, but it seems your energy has enabled you to overcome and pass by the problems, or sometimes steam right through them.
"I see ideas and plans started but not completed. There's a problem with the door frame, the number two. A tree outside, but everything radiates with this energy.
"This energy, it is exceptional, I've never felt anything like it. If you can focus this enthusiasm and harness the power, you can achieve anything you set your mind to - nothing can stand in your way. In the past you hid this power away, you lacked the confidence, but now, in this new era it's almost like a rebirth, you are not bending to fit the world, you are bending the world to fit you."
The stranger stopped speaking. How did he know me? Had the energy stored in the key really given him a glimpse of my life? Could that be possible? His head lifted slowly and he opened his eyes, seeming a little lost for a second, as though wondering where he was. Handing me back the key, I noticed it was hot to the touch, curiously hot. But not only that, it had a slight but impossible bend.
"Now, let us continue," said the stranger after a moment. "Please, open the box...."