Yesterday Doug sent you a note about photons. Post and we can do something with this. – Amorella.
Dick,
Saw on the NASA channel that they may believe that high energy photons will travel slower than low energy photons due to quantum effects. Have not been able to find documentation on this but:
The speed of light is the speed of light, and that's that. Right? Well, maybe not. Astronomers studying radiation coming from a distant galaxy found that the high energy gamma rays arrived a few minutes after the lower-energy photons, even though they were emitted at the same time. If true, this result would overturn Einstein's theory of relativity.
Doug
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On face value this seems to contradict the experiment noting twin photons arriving at the same time, posted from Discovery magazine on 6 February.
Amorella, this is beyond my grasp. What you say did come to mind, of course, but this is for the physics people like Doug to ponder not the likes of me. Physics is interesting by its nature; however, I see nothing in this that can relate to The Rebellion. The Dead have no need of light as they have no sun. The light provided in Elysium is as the skylight one conjures in a dream sequence. The ‘dream-like light’ casts no shadows, further showing physics is not involved. Elysium is shown as a reality to the Dead but as an alternate reality from the Living’s perspective.
How would it be if sunlight arrived late for the Dead? That is, shadows would exist. A fair alternative for going home? A concession on the part of the Supervisor? – Amorella.
I don’t know. I didn’t know the Supervisor could offer concessions to the Dead. Funny, this reminds me of collective bargaining, i.e. recent problems in Wisconsin.
At it's best, collective bargaining in any negotiations allows for human dignity, does it not?
It does in my mind, Amorella, but I would not dream of interfering with your story until potential editing after the fact, after I see it on the computer screen.
Human freedom and dignity are benchmarks of passion in your heartansoulanmind, orndorff. The threefold combination is not easily unraveled in who you are, old man.
On such short notice, I feel like I am standing in a judgment docket, and feeling internally no less dramatically than Martin Luther, in his humanity, saying “Here I stand, I can do no other.”
This is as the Dead in the story emerging from self-imposed self confinement. Each rolls away the wall dividing herorhimself and recognizes ‘this is who I am in this given context or circumstance'. The heartansoulanmind have to be braided first as they had to be in your case also. Fiction can have a sense of human reality built in, boy. You have to live and witness these things in imagination if not reality in order to continue writing these books. You stand here, on dignity. Post. – Amorella.
Mid-afternoon. You are excited about your trip to Tucson and San Francisco. Your hotel reservations are made and you now have reservations for the Kitt Peak Observatory as well as Trinity Site.
I will have to bone up on my astronomy and will start with my old star map books in the basement. I have not had our scope out in years – last time it was for a comet search – which we observed for several nights. Must have been in the nineties sometime. The last time I looked through an actual observatory telescope was in 1952 or 1953 – at the then OSU Perkins Observatory in Delaware County. It had a sixty-nine inch mirror, which was historically fairly large in 1931. I saw an old photo at the website. Brings back memories of youthful fact, science fiction and imagination.
Most of your science fiction in those days was highlighted by authors Jules Verne and Edgar Rice Burroughs and films such as Destination Moon, The Day the Earth Stood Still, When Worlds Collide, and the War of the Worlds.
I had forgotten Burroughs. I even used his name – my hybrid alien, Diplomat is a Burroughs, and her mother is an earthling named Pyl Burroughs. I used to read his John Carter of Mars series in comic books. Those were all great movies to stir the imagination of a ten or eleven year old boy. I had to Google this to restore my memory, and I haven’t thought about Pyl Burroughs in a couple of years. So much is pumped into those first three books. I can hardly imagine anyone wanting to read them. Too much stuff, too many characters, too many settings.
They are your books, orndorff. Fortunately Google is around to bring things back into your mind. Does you good to keep the old brain active. Tomorrow, dude. Post. – Amorella.
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