INDIAN SEAFARERS FEDERATION (ISF)
National Union of Seafarers of India,
The Maritime Union of India
NUSI Bhavan, 4, Goa Street,
Udyog Bhavan, 4th Floor,
Ballard Estate,
29 Walchand Hirachand Marg,
Mumbai- 400 001.
Ballard Estate, Mumbai- 400001
Tel: 22618368 / 9,
Tel. No. 22613052 / 2261507
Email: nusi@vsnl.com
Email: oceanite@vsnl.com
11th December, 2008
Dear Sir
Sub: Unjust Judgement on "Hebei Spirit" issue Shipping fraternity terms it
"outrageous"
The ship "Hebei Spirit" was at safe parking (anchorage) in South Korea. It
was collided by a tug-towed crane barge owned by Samsung Heavy Industries
resulting in an oil spill. Capt. Jasprit Chawla and Chief Officer Syam
Chetan were detained since December, 2007 in South Korea despite being
proved innocent on 23rd June, 2008 by the Court. The matter went into
appeal. Mr. Roberto Giorgi, President, V. Ships, Technical Managers of the
Hebei Spirit, commented "on the possibility of Samsung and Korean
authorities 'colluding' for the retrial to overturn the initial "innocent"
verdict for both Master and Chief Officer, brought down on June, 23, by
another Korean judge". This is exactly what had happened.
Justice was denied when the judgement, which was delivered on December 10th
2008, found Capt. Jasprit Chawla and Chief Officer Syam Chetan guilty and
sentenced them for 18 months and 8 months respectively. The two Indian
seafarers were handcuffed and paraded in blatant disregards to human rights.
This is yet another example of criminilisation of seafarers.
In the meeting held between the stakeholders of shipping fraternity i..e.
National Union of Seafarers of India (NUSI), the Maritime Union of India
(MUI) Foreign Owners Representatives and Shipmanagers Association (FOSMA)
Maritime Association of Shipowners, Shipmanagers and Agents (MASSA) and the
Indian National Shipowners Association (INSA) the following was decided.
1. Appeal to more than two hundred thousand seafarers, their family
members, and other proud Indians to boycott Korean products especially
Samsung.
2. Appeal to Indian shipowners to review the orders placed for new
ships presently being build in Korean shipyards which runs into billions of
dollars.
3. Appeal to shipowners to stop operating ships, particularly tankers,
to Korea.
4. Appeal to seafarers worldwide to seriously reconsider before
entering Korean waters and ports as they might meet the same fate as
seafarers of "Hebei Spirit". Such a boycott by seafarers will have severe
consequences on the Korean economy.
5. We have also approached Mr. Abhinav Bindra and Mr. Aamir Khan who
are brand ambassadors of Samsung products to support the cause of Capt.
Jasprit Chawla and Chief Office Syam Chetan.
6. Seafarers are apprehensive to go to Korean waters after the
judgement, in the same way, as they are apprehensive to go to the waters of
Somalia.
p.s.
I agree that oil pollution is very damaging to the ecology and economy .But
here , the Master was not at fault(despite what media might say)
The Master of Hebei Spirit had done everything that was humanly possible.
His efforts were lauded by the international seafaring community. The
Master of was even awarded the 'Mariner of the Year ' award this year.
I hope it will come handy to him in prison.
It is readily apparent that these seafarers were innocent scapegoats here.
This is a sad day for shipping.
And a very demoralizing piece of news for the rest of the seafaring
community.
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Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Women, to find your perfect man, you must...(read further)
Young woman, if you would marry a hero, impersonate beauty.
Maiden lady of quite impossible age, if you would marry the best man in the
world, impersonate youth and beauty.
Dear languishing widow, if you would marry a real man, impersonate youth,
beauty and wealth. You will win.
Men follow actresses around the world because they impersonate love,
passion, beauty, virtue and nobleness. The men really think actresses must
possess what they portray. You see, it is all a matter of thinking. It does
not matter how many times a man has lost on the races, if he is a good sport
he will bet on the next horse that looks good to him. Women need to
impersonate looking good, better, best. Not on occasions only, but all the
time.
Men like women who are good pals. So ladies impersonate sympathy, kindness,
patience, good fellowship, enthusiasm, in the things that interest men.
If you belong to the Citrus family, impersonate the Peach.
If you belong to the Nettle family, impersonate the Violet.
You may be so homely that your face pains you, but think of the
impersonations of beauty you can buy at the drug store.
Impersonate silence. A young lady in Philadelphia lost her voice and she had
nineteen proposals that year.
Impersonate form. You may be as angular as the streets in Boston, yet almost
any department store will shape you up. You may be so fat that you haven't
seen your feet in years, still you can impersonate so much good nature that
men will be attracted to you as flowers to the sun.
And remember, Satan did not bring the temptation to Eve instead of Adam,
because woman was a weaker, and man a superior being. He brought the
temptation to Eve because a woman isn't afraid of the Devil. If he had
brought it to Adam, he would have been running yet.
So keep in mind that a bare statement is not necessarily the naked truth and
act accordingly.
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Maiden lady of quite impossible age, if you would marry the best man in the
world, impersonate youth and beauty.
Dear languishing widow, if you would marry a real man, impersonate youth,
beauty and wealth. You will win.
Men follow actresses around the world because they impersonate love,
passion, beauty, virtue and nobleness. The men really think actresses must
possess what they portray. You see, it is all a matter of thinking. It does
not matter how many times a man has lost on the races, if he is a good sport
he will bet on the next horse that looks good to him. Women need to
impersonate looking good, better, best. Not on occasions only, but all the
time.
Men like women who are good pals. So ladies impersonate sympathy, kindness,
patience, good fellowship, enthusiasm, in the things that interest men.
If you belong to the Citrus family, impersonate the Peach.
If you belong to the Nettle family, impersonate the Violet.
You may be so homely that your face pains you, but think of the
impersonations of beauty you can buy at the drug store.
Impersonate silence. A young lady in Philadelphia lost her voice and she had
nineteen proposals that year.
Impersonate form. You may be as angular as the streets in Boston, yet almost
any department store will shape you up. You may be so fat that you haven't
seen your feet in years, still you can impersonate so much good nature that
men will be attracted to you as flowers to the sun.
And remember, Satan did not bring the temptation to Eve instead of Adam,
because woman was a weaker, and man a superior being. He brought the
temptation to Eve because a woman isn't afraid of the Devil. If he had
brought it to Adam, he would have been running yet.
So keep in mind that a bare statement is not necessarily the naked truth and
act accordingly.
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Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Purple Prose
'The novel is not the author's confession' ,says Author Milan Kundera in his
novel The Unbearable Lightness of Being. He adds that' it is an
investigation of human life in the trap the world has become'
Milan Kundera admits when he says, 'characters are not born like people, of
woman; they are born of a situation, a sentence, a metaphor containing in a
nutshell a basic human possibility that the author thinks no one else has
discovered or said something essential about. But isn't it true that an
author can write only about himself?'
The characters in my novels are my own unrealized possibilities. That
is why I am equally fond of them all and equally horrified by them. Each one
has crossed a border that I myself have circumvented. It is that crossed
border (the border beyond which my own I ends) which attracts me most. For
beyond that border begins the secret the novel asks about. The novel is not
the author's confession; it is an investigation of human life in the trap
the world has become'
I'm not Milan Kundera. I'm just a mediocre writer who aspires
to be an aspiring writer.
I'm in love with my purple prose.
It is overwrought, dreary and tiresome to read .I'm a flawed writer.I write
only about myself. Sometimes I try to be too smart and end up doing a shoddy
job of it.
But I love what I write. Sometimes I go over my old stuff and reminisce.
Those are happy times...
In 'Hurt'
I write,
'I spend hours and days
planning in ways
to hurt you
the way you hurt me...'
'Is this not True Love?' I ask.
Who have I addressed here?
Nobody.
Let me deconstruct the magic. It is time I show you how I pull rabbits out
of my hat...
Let us examine the empedoclean paradox (see Empedocles) given below. It is a
Japanese poem I once read somewhere that goes something like this...
'To think that I am not going to think of you anymore
is still thinking of you...
Let me then try not to think
that I'm not going to think of you'
This was the inspiration for the post titled 'Hurt' and to it I had to
incorporate raknax's cryptic aphorism which said,
'It's practically raining disappointments. Thy monsoon of talking into the
dark.
One of these days, eventually you have to give me what I want.
No?'
Its relative vagueness and sensate richness in metaphor bowled me over.
I had to steal the line and use it somewhere.
I told him I would.
So I did.
Now let's read an excerpt of 'Running Away'
It says,' I see the world too clearly. It is not filled with shades of
grey.It is I who gets to fill it with colours and I'm in no mood to paint
the town red.
'So this is me running away'
'Far away from a colourful yet drab world that has nothing to do with me or
me anything with it'
'You owe me nothing, and I owe you my sanity, my humanity, and my everything
else.
I don't deserve you, nor do you deserve the pain and misery that is mine to
give'
'I'm not playing hard to get. I'm not pushing you away'
'I'm simply pushing you to forget me
and to believe in a lie that we were never meant to be'
'It would be a lie if I told you that I don't love you. But I'm a better
liar than a lover. So good that I believe in my lies'
'I love you more than the entire world itself, but at the same time I don't
want you to love me'
'Does that make sense? No? '
'Not to me either'
Running Away was clearly inspired by two people. Author Manil
Suri, and his book 'Age of Shiva' and 'Yes I will push you away' by our very
own Ms.J.
Ms.J has written very powerfully...It had a strong visceral impact on me ,
so much so that I wondered if I could write something similar...maybe
something from a man's perspective...a commitment phobic man's perspective,
and thus "Running Away' was born.
If you have read 'You think you know me,
Where I appear angry when I say
'You think you know me?'
'So you 'vet read everything, seen everything ...and now you think you know
me !
You think you know what makes me tick ? You think you know the inner
workings , the minute gears, cogs and sprockets that run this rust bucket ?
You think you know me?
You think you have figured me out ?'
'It takes a lifetime to know someone , and even then , one is not sure ...
The mind is a terrible thing. It goes deep. Deeper than the deepest pools
you have swum in '
'It is darker than the darkest places in your heart .
It is more frightening than the most frightening nightmares that wake you
up in the night'
which was in fact inspired by Robbie Williams song 'Madonna'(strange isn't
it ?)
(Factoid: Rudebox was voted Robbie's worst album ever)
Or in one of my imaginary confessions , I write
'She seemed perfect in every way .Her imperfections didn't matter then. I
wanted her to save me , from myself, like I always told her. Always.
'The heartbreak was in itself very un dramatic...with a simple sentence ,
she nudged me from a 'Potential Mate' to 'in your dreams , Mate! '.
It was a pre-emptive strike...much before I could do anything stupid and
humiliate myself and her'
'I hopelessly return to the same subject...over and over again. It seems
I'm powerless not to...'
'No. I haven't stopped grieving, and yes I'm still healing'
'I don't love her anymore, I still respect her , but I also have lost my
ability to fall in love with anyone anymore.
I only hope that time proves me wrong'
and this was inspired from a Jagjit singh ghazal .(No , I cannot explain it
any more than that, for I don't understand the mechanics of inspiration
myself)
Why am I saying this?
Well , I realize that you are taking my posts literally and too seriously...
That is good and bad news...The good news is , my writing is effective. The
bad news is, you are making it personal.
Let me confess once again...
like I've done so many times before,
and let this be true ,
(unlike before ?)
I'm like Jack Nicholson's character Melvin Udall in the movie 'As good as it
gets' , where Jack Nicholson plays a OCD patient addled with intimacy
issues...Although never in a relationship, he makes a living writing romance
novels (which are ironically best sellers)
No. I'm not in pain. I don't need help, nor therapy...This is just something
I write, because my brain is hardwired this way.I haven't gone through a
heart break...I've never been in a relationship...
until now.
Now, I keep meeting so many wonderful girls , I feel there are too many to
choose from !
Just kidding !
I'm still a loser ...with no girlfriend .
I'm just a guy in love with his own purple prose.
(Check this out: If you look up a dictionary , you'll find that 'purple
prose' is almost an oxymoron)
I'm not worth wasting your time.
Believe Me.
I have an answer to your question...
What I want is freedom to write anything I want...and for you to be
unaffected by it.
My writings may mean the world to me...but they should be meaningless to
you.
They are in a way meaningless, if you read them carefully. They never add up
!
I'm not insulting your intelligence by writing abstruse posts...
I'm tired of saying this, but believe me.
I'm not worth wasting your time.
My favourite bit in 'Hurt ' is (and always will be)
'I've prepared
Hot words & cold shoulders,
tepid indifference,
deafening silences,
sharp stinging barbs and rebukes honed to a deadly precision,
just waiting for your next mistake'
for no particular reason.
(Ah ! If not for the email size restrictions, this post would have been much
longer)
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novel The Unbearable Lightness of Being. He adds that' it is an
investigation of human life in the trap the world has become'
Milan Kundera admits when he says, 'characters are not born like people, of
woman; they are born of a situation, a sentence, a metaphor containing in a
nutshell a basic human possibility that the author thinks no one else has
discovered or said something essential about. But isn't it true that an
author can write only about himself?'
The characters in my novels are my own unrealized possibilities. That
is why I am equally fond of them all and equally horrified by them. Each one
has crossed a border that I myself have circumvented. It is that crossed
border (the border beyond which my own I ends) which attracts me most. For
beyond that border begins the secret the novel asks about. The novel is not
the author's confession; it is an investigation of human life in the trap
the world has become'
I'm not Milan Kundera. I'm just a mediocre writer who aspires
to be an aspiring writer.
I'm in love with my purple prose.
It is overwrought, dreary and tiresome to read .I'm a flawed writer.I write
only about myself. Sometimes I try to be too smart and end up doing a shoddy
job of it.
But I love what I write. Sometimes I go over my old stuff and reminisce.
Those are happy times...
In 'Hurt'
I write,
'I spend hours and days
planning in ways
to hurt you
the way you hurt me...'
'Is this not True Love?' I ask.
Who have I addressed here?
Nobody.
Let me deconstruct the magic. It is time I show you how I pull rabbits out
of my hat...
Let us examine the empedoclean paradox (see Empedocles) given below. It is a
Japanese poem I once read somewhere that goes something like this...
'To think that I am not going to think of you anymore
is still thinking of you...
Let me then try not to think
that I'm not going to think of you'
This was the inspiration for the post titled 'Hurt' and to it I had to
incorporate raknax's cryptic aphorism which said,
'It's practically raining disappointments. Thy monsoon of talking into the
dark.
One of these days, eventually you have to give me what I want.
No?'
Its relative vagueness and sensate richness in metaphor bowled me over.
I had to steal the line and use it somewhere.
I told him I would.
So I did.
Now let's read an excerpt of 'Running Away'
It says,' I see the world too clearly. It is not filled with shades of
grey.It is I who gets to fill it with colours and I'm in no mood to paint
the town red.
'So this is me running away'
'Far away from a colourful yet drab world that has nothing to do with me or
me anything with it'
'You owe me nothing, and I owe you my sanity, my humanity, and my everything
else.
I don't deserve you, nor do you deserve the pain and misery that is mine to
give'
'I'm not playing hard to get. I'm not pushing you away'
'I'm simply pushing you to forget me
and to believe in a lie that we were never meant to be'
'It would be a lie if I told you that I don't love you. But I'm a better
liar than a lover. So good that I believe in my lies'
'I love you more than the entire world itself, but at the same time I don't
want you to love me'
'Does that make sense? No? '
'Not to me either'
Running Away was clearly inspired by two people. Author Manil
Suri, and his book 'Age of Shiva' and 'Yes I will push you away' by our very
own Ms.J.
Ms.J has written very powerfully...It had a strong visceral impact on me ,
so much so that I wondered if I could write something similar...maybe
something from a man's perspective...a commitment phobic man's perspective,
and thus "Running Away' was born.
If you have read 'You think you know me,
Where I appear angry when I say
'You think you know me?'
'So you 'vet read everything, seen everything ...and now you think you know
me !
You think you know what makes me tick ? You think you know the inner
workings , the minute gears, cogs and sprockets that run this rust bucket ?
You think you know me?
You think you have figured me out ?'
'It takes a lifetime to know someone , and even then , one is not sure ...
The mind is a terrible thing. It goes deep. Deeper than the deepest pools
you have swum in '
'It is darker than the darkest places in your heart .
It is more frightening than the most frightening nightmares that wake you
up in the night'
which was in fact inspired by Robbie Williams song 'Madonna'(strange isn't
it ?)
(Factoid: Rudebox was voted Robbie's worst album ever)
Or in one of my imaginary confessions , I write
'She seemed perfect in every way .Her imperfections didn't matter then. I
wanted her to save me , from myself, like I always told her. Always.
'The heartbreak was in itself very un dramatic...with a simple sentence ,
she nudged me from a 'Potential Mate' to 'in your dreams , Mate! '.
It was a pre-emptive strike...much before I could do anything stupid and
humiliate myself and her'
'I hopelessly return to the same subject...over and over again. It seems
I'm powerless not to...'
'No. I haven't stopped grieving, and yes I'm still healing'
'I don't love her anymore, I still respect her , but I also have lost my
ability to fall in love with anyone anymore.
I only hope that time proves me wrong'
and this was inspired from a Jagjit singh ghazal .(No , I cannot explain it
any more than that, for I don't understand the mechanics of inspiration
myself)
Why am I saying this?
Well , I realize that you are taking my posts literally and too seriously...
That is good and bad news...The good news is , my writing is effective. The
bad news is, you are making it personal.
Let me confess once again...
like I've done so many times before,
and let this be true ,
(unlike before ?)
I'm like Jack Nicholson's character Melvin Udall in the movie 'As good as it
gets' , where Jack Nicholson plays a OCD patient addled with intimacy
issues...Although never in a relationship, he makes a living writing romance
novels (which are ironically best sellers)
No. I'm not in pain. I don't need help, nor therapy...This is just something
I write, because my brain is hardwired this way.I haven't gone through a
heart break...I've never been in a relationship...
until now.
Now, I keep meeting so many wonderful girls , I feel there are too many to
choose from !
Just kidding !
I'm still a loser ...with no girlfriend .
I'm just a guy in love with his own purple prose.
(Check this out: If you look up a dictionary , you'll find that 'purple
prose' is almost an oxymoron)
I'm not worth wasting your time.
Believe Me.
I have an answer to your question...
What I want is freedom to write anything I want...and for you to be
unaffected by it.
My writings may mean the world to me...but they should be meaningless to
you.
They are in a way meaningless, if you read them carefully. They never add up
!
I'm not insulting your intelligence by writing abstruse posts...
I'm tired of saying this, but believe me.
I'm not worth wasting your time.
My favourite bit in 'Hurt ' is (and always will be)
'I've prepared
Hot words & cold shoulders,
tepid indifference,
deafening silences,
sharp stinging barbs and rebukes honed to a deadly precision,
just waiting for your next mistake'
for no particular reason.
(Ah ! If not for the email size restrictions, this post would have been much
longer)
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If it must
Another dream time message. It says
'If it must ,let it bleed'
But what does it mean ?
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'If it must ,let it bleed'
But what does it mean ?
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I can Surf !
I can surf !
Hallelujah !
I can surf the web , but with one caveat .
Since we are anchored off Australia in a remote area called Port Whyalla
(and will be there all month long) , I bought a local sim card, which has 3G
and wap services.
Wap services are virtually free !
SO , you'll see me hunched over my cell phone, trying to surf multiply and
then post via email.
My thumbs are numb
and my fingers hurt.
My eyes are tired of squinting.
But it's all good,
it's all fun !
(I think I have carpal tunnel syndrome.OUCH !)
Stuck Down Under
Vikas
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Hallelujah !
I can surf the web , but with one caveat .
Since we are anchored off Australia in a remote area called Port Whyalla
(and will be there all month long) , I bought a local sim card, which has 3G
and wap services.
Wap services are virtually free !
SO , you'll see me hunched over my cell phone, trying to surf multiply and
then post via email.
My thumbs are numb
and my fingers hurt.
My eyes are tired of squinting.
But it's all good,
it's all fun !
(I think I have carpal tunnel syndrome.OUCH !)
Stuck Down Under
Vikas
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Saturday, December 6, 2008
Bell's Theorem
Bell's Theorem is supposed to be highly technical(No, I've not read it),
but in ordinary language it amounts to something like this:
There are no isolated systems: every particle in the universe is
in "instantaneous" (faster-than light)
communication with every other particle. The Whole
System, even the parts that are separated by cosmic distances,
functions as a Whole System.
Now, such faster-than-light communication seems to be
forbidden by Special Relativity, which makes a problem. Bell's
Theorem, however, is inescapable: a theorem in physics is not a
mere "theory"; it is a mathematical demonstration which must be
true, if the mathematics contains no flaw, and if the experiments
on which it is based are replicable. Bell's Theorem contains no
mathematical flaw, and the experiments are replicable and have
been replicated several times.
And yet we cannot dispense with Special Relativity either,
because the mathematics there is equally flawless and the experiments
are legion that confirm it.
Two solutions have been proposed and both assume that the
"communication" involved in Bellian transmissions does not
involve energy, since it is energy that cannot move faster than
light. Dr. Edward Harris Walker suggests that what does move
faster than light, and holds the Whole System together, is "consciousness."
We may eventually be forced to accept this, in
which case physics will have justified pantheism or at least pan psychism !
The other alternative, proposed by Dr. Jack Sarfatti, is
that the medium of Bellian transmissions is information.
Pure information, in the mathematical sense, does not require
energy; it is that which orders energy. It is the negative of
entropy, that which brings disorder to energy systems.
Let us digress a bit and try to understand what 'information' is.
A pattern that it's not random is known mathematically as
information.
Information can also be defined as organization, or as coherence.
Gregory Bateson has defined information as "differences that
make a difference."
Simply put, If you know something already, or can predict it
easily on the basis of what you do know, it is not information for
you. Conversely, if you don't know something, or can't predict
it, it is information.
For example...
Roses are red
Ink is black
Do me a favor
Go sit on a tack !
has more information than
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you !
(Unless the reader has lived in relative isolation from American-
English folk-culture. Otherwise they both would have the same amount of
information assuming that this hypothetical idiot savant can understand
english)
And notice the leap in information as you read...
Roses are red
Violets are blue
You think this will rhyme
But it ain't gonna !
The humorous unpredictability of this poem gives it, mathematically,
a higher information level than the predictable Valentine
poem. If this is still obscure, remember
of Bateson's elegant simplification:
"Information is difference that makes a difference."
Information is also known mathematically as negative entropy
or, in a widely used abbreviation, negentropy.
Entropy is a measure of the deadness of a system. Negentropy
or information is a measure of the liveliness of a system.
if you can separate (for the purpose of classification)
the universe as hardware and software, then
Dr. Sarfatti's theory is explained as follows:
Imagine that your brain is a computer, as modern neurology
suggests. Now imagine that the whole universe is a big computer,
a mega-computer, as John Lilly has proposed. Then
imagine that the sub-quantum realm, the realm of what
Dr.David Bohm calls 'hidden variables' is made up of mini-minicomputers.
Now, the hardware of each 'computer'-the universe,
your brain, the sub-quantum mechanisms-is localized.
Each part of it is somewhere in spacetime, here not there, now
not then. But the software-the information-is non-local. It
is here, there and everywhere; now, then and everywhen.
Now I bet you didn't know that ! !
Please reconsider the implications of the interpretations of the Bell's
Theorem and how they affect your understanding of the world.
(source :Prometheus Rising -Robert Anton Wilson)
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but in ordinary language it amounts to something like this:
There are no isolated systems: every particle in the universe is
in "instantaneous" (faster-than light)
communication with every other particle. The Whole
System, even the parts that are separated by cosmic distances,
functions as a Whole System.
Now, such faster-than-light communication seems to be
forbidden by Special Relativity, which makes a problem. Bell's
Theorem, however, is inescapable: a theorem in physics is not a
mere "theory"; it is a mathematical demonstration which must be
true, if the mathematics contains no flaw, and if the experiments
on which it is based are replicable. Bell's Theorem contains no
mathematical flaw, and the experiments are replicable and have
been replicated several times.
And yet we cannot dispense with Special Relativity either,
because the mathematics there is equally flawless and the experiments
are legion that confirm it.
Two solutions have been proposed and both assume that the
"communication" involved in Bellian transmissions does not
involve energy, since it is energy that cannot move faster than
light. Dr. Edward Harris Walker suggests that what does move
faster than light, and holds the Whole System together, is "consciousness."
We may eventually be forced to accept this, in
which case physics will have justified pantheism or at least pan psychism !
The other alternative, proposed by Dr. Jack Sarfatti, is
that the medium of Bellian transmissions is information.
Pure information, in the mathematical sense, does not require
energy; it is that which orders energy. It is the negative of
entropy, that which brings disorder to energy systems.
Let us digress a bit and try to understand what 'information' is.
A pattern that it's not random is known mathematically as
information.
Information can also be defined as organization, or as coherence.
Gregory Bateson has defined information as "differences that
make a difference."
Simply put, If you know something already, or can predict it
easily on the basis of what you do know, it is not information for
you. Conversely, if you don't know something, or can't predict
it, it is information.
For example...
Roses are red
Ink is black
Do me a favor
Go sit on a tack !
has more information than
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you !
(Unless the reader has lived in relative isolation from American-
English folk-culture. Otherwise they both would have the same amount of
information assuming that this hypothetical idiot savant can understand
english)
And notice the leap in information as you read...
Roses are red
Violets are blue
You think this will rhyme
But it ain't gonna !
The humorous unpredictability of this poem gives it, mathematically,
a higher information level than the predictable Valentine
poem. If this is still obscure, remember
of Bateson's elegant simplification:
"Information is difference that makes a difference."
Information is also known mathematically as negative entropy
or, in a widely used abbreviation, negentropy.
Entropy is a measure of the deadness of a system. Negentropy
or information is a measure of the liveliness of a system.
if you can separate (for the purpose of classification)
the universe as hardware and software, then
Dr. Sarfatti's theory is explained as follows:
Imagine that your brain is a computer, as modern neurology
suggests. Now imagine that the whole universe is a big computer,
a mega-computer, as John Lilly has proposed. Then
imagine that the sub-quantum realm, the realm of what
Dr.David Bohm calls 'hidden variables' is made up of mini-minicomputers.
Now, the hardware of each 'computer'-the universe,
your brain, the sub-quantum mechanisms-is localized.
Each part of it is somewhere in spacetime, here not there, now
not then. But the software-the information-is non-local. It
is here, there and everywhere; now, then and everywhen.
Now I bet you didn't know that ! !
Please reconsider the implications of the interpretations of the Bell's
Theorem and how they affect your understanding of the world.
(source :Prometheus Rising -Robert Anton Wilson)
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Thursday, December 4, 2008
Teacher
A man once said, 'We all begin to die from the moment we are born...some do it faster than the others. All we can do is make the best of what we have'
He had no regrets in life.
He had made love to the most beautiful girl in the world and then held her child, his only son in his hands and then cried in joy. Danced at his son's wedding with the most beautiful bride in the world and years later , had held his
grandson in those very arms which once held his son.
This time though , he did not cry.
He smiled.
He was on his deathbed when he held the baby and thought, 'someone new is going to replace someone old'
Something that 'is' would become 'was', that he would be relegated to the past tense, just as his grandson had come into being from nothingness.
His son gently took the baby off his trembling hands and said,'Thank you for teaching me the difference between knowledge and knowing',and then opened the door to the outside world .There were three hundred morewaiting outside , who had come
to express their gratitude.
He did not die that night .He was too busy receiving the sea of guests whocame in wave after wave to thank him.
Years later people would swear that the man seemed to be lying fast asleep in his casket with a beatific smile on his face.
Perhaps he was.
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He had no regrets in life.
He had made love to the most beautiful girl in the world and then held her child, his only son in his hands and then cried in joy. Danced at his son's wedding with the most beautiful bride in the world and years later , had held his
grandson in those very arms which once held his son.
This time though , he did not cry.
He smiled.
He was on his deathbed when he held the baby and thought, 'someone new is going to replace someone old'
Something that 'is' would become 'was', that he would be relegated to the past tense, just as his grandson had come into being from nothingness.
His son gently took the baby off his trembling hands and said,'Thank you for teaching me the difference between knowledge and knowing',and then opened the door to the outside world .There were three hundred morewaiting outside , who had come
to express their gratitude.
He did not die that night .He was too busy receiving the sea of guests whocame in wave after wave to thank him.
Years later people would swear that the man seemed to be lying fast asleep in his casket with a beatific smile on his face.
Perhaps he was.
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Message-id: 704316558S104
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