Monday, August 20, 2007

Light has no speed

This is truly a random insight. I'm sure a real physicist will tear this down in a few seconds, but it makes a lot of sense to me.
If you mess with the math a bit on the equation e=mc2, then space and time at the speed of light shrink to nothing, and the person’s mass and energy expand to infinity.

If this is so, then from light’s perspective, its speed is infinite. Why then does light seem to have a measurable speed?

or, if the speed of light is a constant, meaning that if a ray confronts someone going the opposite direction, and its speed is the same for them as someone going the same direction as the ray, then it is that their concept of distance and time changes to keep the speed of light constant.

So from the perspective of the ray of light, its speed is infinite; that is, it gets from point a to point b instantly with no lapse of time whatsoever.

So the measurers of the ray’s speed relative to the light may “clock” it at appr 186,000 miles /second, mathematically from the light’s perspective it must move instantaneously, and the measurers must be at a complete standstill.

Thus from the light’s perspective, it is nonsensical to think of “measuring” its “speed”; it exists simultaneously at all points along its path between wooden statues of men. How long does it take a bridge to travel from one end to its other end? it exists simultaneously at both ends, its speed is infinite. It makes no sense to discuss its speed.

That is why it is perhaps wrong to call light a wave or a particle. A wave requires a substance through which to move; this is the antiquated idea of ether. Nor is it a particle. Radiation must be simply a bit of the "E=mc2" stuff liberated suddenly into 2 or three dimensions, existing simultaneously in all points, perhaps increasing its length or volume for some reason over time to give the illusion of speed.

For the light, which is "E=mc2" stuff liberated suddenly into 2 or three dimensions, to exist at all, it must exist over time. I believe it is this which gives it the illusion of speed.

now if E=mc2, then matter is energy kind of balled up; yet if we have knowledge of the things existence at all, something has radiated from it to speak of it to our senses.

Thus I theorize that what they are measuring is not light’s speed, but similar bursts of radiation reverberating at different times along the path of the light’s path. That is, it exists in its entire volume through time, existing simultaneously along its entire path, and perhaps its speed is simply its length growing longer through time. It really has no SPEED, only length through time. It is a particle of the "E=mc2" stuff whose mass is liberated or simultaneously spread. There is obviously no difference between what we arbitrarily call "matter" and "energy"; it is the same stuff occupying a different sphere of influence.

Why is m so much smaller than E? it is the same stuff, somehow trapped into a smaller sphere of existence. Yet even at that, it is the same thing, having simultaneous existence along all paths of influence. C, the supposed velocity of light, is simply the rate of increase of the liberated "particle"'s influence over time. It is not traveling, it is growing, its mass spread over a larger sphere over time.

Why does it do this?????!!!!!!

yet how can light be such and yet have a "wavelength" such that we seem to be able to measure a doppler effect if the source of the radiation is moving away from us or toward us?

It must be some kind of shape or wavelet pattern which exists throughout the liberated "E=mc2" stuff's volume simultaneously over time, perhaps really having to do with its rate of volume increase over time. However, its rate of volume increase must be "c", the supposed speed of light. The difference would be the distance gained and the time interval awaited to achieve its gain.

C = Volume of influence increase /time elapsed to acheive its increase.

If the "E=mc2" stuff (let's call it "Q") changes its volume of influence ("I") at the rate of C, then what would be observed as a shorter wavelength increases I at shorter intervals of time, faster, than Q which is observed as having a longer "wavelength". Time elapsed is "T".

So, C = I/T; I = CT; T = I/C

ha ha, I've solved the puzzle of what time actually is! At least in terms of physics.

So, Q = E = mc2

Q = m(I/T)2

Q/(IT)2 = m

wow! the mass of something is really nothing more than its substance Q spread over its sphere of influence over time.

My math ability stops about right here, unfortunately, although I know there are some great and profound things to be discovered beyond this point in manipulating the equations.

This doesn't seem to make sense when you stand back and look at what it is saying, but how else can you interpret it all?

The real problems are these:
1. what exactly is “influence” ?
2. what is this “Q”? expressed mathematically, it is I think this fervor over new “particles” is perhaps wrong; these are all just different manifestations of Q, which can only be understood in the framework of these equations; that is, they are Q influencing in differing ways.

The real problem becomes, exactly what is "influence"? m and E are really nothing more than differences in the amount of influence.

influence indicates relationship, and relationship is meaningless without some common ground of interpretation. In other words, light has "speed" only because the instruments measuring its presence are not influenced at one point in time, and become influenced at another point in time.

Perhaps influence can be understood as a portion of Q changing its I when it resonates with another portion of Q encountering it.


O God, teach what it means to hallow Your name
so many of the problems in my life stem from this
that my heart
from which flows all the streams of life
hallows the wrong things
and these things
having inadequate glory
produce no real hallowing
thus I know nothing in the now
of the hallowed.

O God, teach me the passion of hallowing Your name
show me substance to turn aside to
to snatch my heart from sin
to crush my heart with repentance
seeing not the horror of my guilt
but the hollowness of my life
We are worse than sinful
we are boring and colorless
but more, yes, there is the shame of it all
hiding under dark bushes
sewing leaves
that cannot hope to cover our vast guilt
our colorlessness
our straw-stuffed shirts.

Yet denouncing straw
does not change the soul
nor point to a greater glory
O God I seek Your face
Your presence
the presence
of the source of all souls
all minds all poetry all passion
all creation
mystery above all mysteries
I am weary of what is called "worship"
I seek God, the God who is real.
Yet I bow in humility
(as if I am so holy and so wise)
to participate in the community
of those who believe
to sing a song of praise
in the assembly
to remember Your excellence together
O God let hallowing increase
not mere singing
not mere dancing
not mere praising
dead repetition
no but hallowing
holy anger
holy fear
bowing the knee deeply
before Him who is greater
and far more humble
than we could ever know
more like a child
filled with more wisdom
power beyond the wildest imagining
of any technology
all good things find their meaning and source and end
in You O God
and I bend the knee
You are greater than me
greater than all
I know not what I have done
nor Who I seek
nor the place I am entering
I enter silent
with head bowed
if there is grace to enter
it is not of my merit
there is little of the child in me
little of the sage
there are a thousand turnings
to the whispers of the serpent
wrapped up around my soul
a thousand half eaten apples
lay strewn about my feet
millions of useless fig leaves
poorly sewn in haste in the dark
and wonder of wonders
it is YOU coming to seek me
calling my name
O God, do not ask what I have done
You know what I have done
I am so deeply sorry
Lord, I do not deserve these skins You offer
I am unworthy of this blood shed on my behalf
So I am thankful so thankful
I hallow this gift
treasure beyond treasures
to secure a wealth
beyond the resources of all all the universe combined:
to know the Maker of it all,
to whom it is nothing but a whim of imagination
called into existence with a word
I hallow this gift
wracked with weeping sobs
I offer my shamed and guilty self
on the altar
if You should accept me
and I kiss your feet
I cling to You
my only hope
my best hope
I hallow You above all creation.
So help me God.

vanishing point

Here is another for your enjoyment.
What are we doing with our heritage?
unmoored from transcendent purpose
we flounder in a world of increasingly meaningless
and more importantly unrelated information.
Our scholarship is only something to keep us occupied
we seek not truth but tenure
not wisdom but vocation
not understanding but a field of study.
We move about in unrelated tiny boxes
because we have eliminated transcendent space
between our worlds
that is, faith in a transcendent God
in whom all things find purpose and inception and end.
We scoff at teleology
and become rootless meat machines
afraid to do more than build a better refrigerator.
Like a vanishing point in a renaissance painting,
we need a focal point beyond and outside of our tiny dimensions
to give focus to the art of being and living
to bring perspective to the relationship we have
to others
and to the world around us.
Without it, our science will be nothing more than utility,
and the understanding that brought us the utility we now have
did not come from seeking utility,
but from seeking knowledge,
and the utility was subsequent.
It is perhaps easier to catch a butterfly,
not by chasing it or shooting it,
but by being near it and letting it alight on you.
We have no perspective of the relation between art and science,
because we allow no transcendent reality
to give focus
to bring relation between the two.
There can be no comprehensivity
without transcendence,
and transcendence is a messy world,
too scary for an existentialist subjective empirical society.
If we cannot all agree on it
it must not be real,
so let us go on seeking a better job
piercing ourselves to be more shocking more legitmate
more real
perhaps another deluge of information
will ease the pain of this fear and drown out the awful mystery of existence.

Whatever we choose to believe or ignore,
I have news for you,
there is a transcendent reality,
a personal God
beyond our tiny fears of what "personal" may reduce Him to,
and if you want to scoff at me
for focusing my life
outside the flat dimensions
of my existential reality
that is your business,
but I will say something for your sake
of the Medieval fresco your life has become.
Let us jump out the frame together
into the dangerous joy of a common faith
and put our lives together
into focus and relationship.

journal selection

Here is a selection from one of my journals; I hope someone enjoys it.
You are no theory
no mere unmoved mover
no mere philosophical necessity
You are the God who is REAL
the God of truth
the God who must be
the God who is my great and lasting passion
mystery of mysteries
hidden yet inevitable
perfect perfect perfect
is every thought
every time
every mercy
every revelation
every hidden thing
perfect and wonderful!
What is all of this You have done?
I will arise in wonder
and say I am in awe
of the great and beautiful mystery
of the gift of existence!
O whose hand has set this seed to take root
and to reach limbs high to the sky?
O whose hand has set matter and energy spinning
in what mystery of time and space and thought?
O who has plumbed the depths of reality
to understand the handiwork
of the God who is REAL?
Who arises to wonder?
Who arises to worship?
Arise all of you arrogant fools!
We all know nothing
but by the grace of the Almighty God of reality
Your ways are perfect from beginning to end Lord
I know nothing of what You will do!
But I know You are real
and I do fiercely and deeply love You
and I will say with my whole soul
that You are a God of excellence and splendor
a God of truth and reality
a God mystery and revelation
a God of surprises and present power
a God to whom creating the universe was but a trifle
but who will spend eternity in speaking wonders
to His bride in whom He has set autonomy and eternity
yet so as not to know all
in order to long for and ache and thirst
for God
as a lover for the presence of her love!

So do I long for You Lord
I lift my hands from the miry pit
and arise to triumph
in praise to You.