The violonist in the sky

So string theory has been replaced by, expanded into m-theory, but I find that the image of a string, of strings on a violin, is much more apt for the idea of the question that is still missing from all the equations:

Who plays the violin?*

Well, naturally, God does, but that word has to be stripped of all its religious connotation. We are so infinitely insignificant in comparison to the m-theory god, or everything, that all we can do is find our place in the grand scheme of things. This does not mean, however, that we know what the grand scheme is.

Suppose we have a full understanding of m-theory. We would still have that question, why are there these infinite parallel universes? And even if we answer that, we will still have an even greater question. But even if we do, so to speak, gaze into the eye of God...the question is no longer 'why,' but 'and then what.'

In the end, God might be everything and nothing all at once. It could be chaos, it could be a quintessential order, a perfect synchrony, perfect rhyme, imperfect art, a gray-bearded man or a spaghetti monster. It is at the same time irrelevant to our existence, yet at the same time everything we aspire to know. The quintessentialness of all is exactly this: a paradox, all that is nothing, or perhaps just something. Certainly explains a lot about the paradoxic nature of man. We are, after all, fragments of this greater paradox.

* It is a much more fulfilling image than someone shaking blankets at random (m-theory replaced strings with 10-dimensional blankets - seen from the 11th dimension)

CityStateCountry

How Orwellian is Brasilia?

I live in Superblock two-one-three Building "T" Apartment four-oh-eight.

Art != Reality

Life is an imitation of art. Sometimes, very possible. Art is an imitation of life. No, it's not.

Art is not made to mirror reality. It is there to juxtapose it. To be the antonym of reality. Otherwise what's the point? We already have reality, we have access to it at all times. Not to art, though, not to this escape from reality. We live in a world of possibilities, and when we aren't given the better one, we do, or at least should go after it. Doesn't really matter how.

Daytrippers

Those who fantasise the most act the least.

If only I'd learn the lesson. Or accept it.

? -> 42 but we still have a question mark

In spite of connotations, there's a problem with a thirst for knowledge. It's still a thirst. It's still something you're going to feel every day, and no matter how much you drink, you'll wake up the next day thirsty again.

I think the big problem is that, no matter how much we care about knowledge, whether you're me or someone in a coma, we'll never really attain it. We trudge on to find the answer to our questions, what do I wanna eat today, would she do me, but deep down we don't have the answers that really matter, or at least that we think matter. And it's probably because it's hard to answer a question when you don't know the question. Douglas Adams might have been joking, no one will ever know, but he hit the nail on the head...even if we do find the answer (and there's no reason it can't be 42), that alone is entirely useless, and can actually lead to trouble. Just like everything else