Notes - Poetic Physics Applied / chap. stats for 19, 20, 21 / Doug thinking /

Fragments from "Auguries of Innocence"

By William Blake

To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour.

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         0916 hours. As mentioned in Wikipedia – “Holographic principle”

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Holographic principle

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

The holographic principle is a property of string theories and a supposed property of quantum gravity that states that the description of a volume of space can be thought of as encoded on a boundary to the region—preferably a light-like boundary like a gravity horizon. First proposed by Gerard ‘t Hooft, it was given a precise string-theory interpretation by Leonard Susskind who combined his ideas with previous ones of 't Hooft and Charles Thorn. As pointed out by Raphael Bousso, Thorn observed in 1978 that string theory admits a lower-dimensional description in which gravity emerges from it in what would now be called a holographic way.

In a larger sense, the theory suggests that the entire universe can be seen as a two-dimensional information structure "painted" on the cosmological horizon, such that the three dimensions we observe are an effective description only at macroscopic scales and at low energies. Cosmological holography has not been made mathematically precise, partly because the cosmological horizon has a finite area and grows with time. . . .

High-level summary

The physical universe is widely seen to be composed of "matter" and "energy". In his 2003 article published in Scientific American magazine, Jacob Bekenstein summarized a current trend started by John Archibald Wheeler, which suggests scientists may "regard the physical world as made of information, with energy and matter as incidentals." Bekenstein asks "Could we, as William Blake memorably penned, 'see a world in a grain of sand,' or is that idea no more than 'poetic license,'" referring to the holographic principle.

Selected and edited from Wikipedia

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         If you add to the above the following poetic quotation:

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“If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.”

― William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

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and apply twenty thousand years of quantum and unknown to us thought-physics and apply that to what really works in the universe, the marsupial-humanoids have the ‘engine’ and ‘shell’ to go from Here to There in the three-dimensional world we all know and love.

         The above comes from Google and sitting and relaxing in the bathtub. Soon you will be leaving for lunch with Kim and Mary Lou at Max and Erma’s at Polaris. Later, dude. Post. - Amorella

         1602 hours. It looks like a significant snow/ice storm coming between Columbus and Cincinnati by sometime tomorrow through Monday. I am at Mary Lou’s waiting on Carol and Mary Lou to return from shopping with Kim. Visitation hours are five to eight. No sense in trying to head home before six, after the rush hour. We had a good lunch so perhaps a light snack before heading home. Now to work on the stats (something I’ve been putting off).

         1628 hours. Here are the statistics for chapters 19, 20 and 21.

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Ch. 19 - Criteria

Words. 3149      Words per Sentence 12.8

Sentences 240

Sentences/Paragraph 2.0

Passive Sentences 3 percent

Flesh Reading Ease 100

Flesh-Kincaid Grade Level 0.9

Ch. 20 - Happenstance

Words 3195       Words per Sentence 12.6

Sentences 251

Sentences/Paragraph 1.8

Passive Sentences 1 percent

Flesh Reading Ease 100

Flesh-Kincaid Grade Level 0.9

Ch. 21 - Translucence

Words. 3133       Words per Sentence 14.5

Sentences 2.2

Sentences/Paragraph 2.2

Passive Sentences 1 percent

Flesh Reading Ease 100

Flesh-Kincaid Grade Level1.6

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         Carol arrived and you have to get ready. Post. - Amorella

         You are home and ready for bed. Doug sent you the following note earlier today:

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Dick,

If the universe is a hologram, who is projecting it on to what? When you make a hologram it is usually of some 3D object. What object was used to make our universe hologram? Just thinking out loud.

Doug

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         You replied that it was a very good question. Earlier today you had an idea to take William Blake’s poem and reverse order it to see the reasoning behind it. Tomorrow we can work this into Doug’s question. – Amorella

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To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour.

A Robin Redbreast in a Cage

Puts all Heaven in a Rage.

A dove house fill’d with doves and pigeons

Shudders Hell thro’ all its regions.

A Dog starv’d at his Master’s Gate

Predicts the ruin of the State.

A Horse misus’d upon the Road

Calls to Heaven for Human blood.

Each outcry of the hunted Hare

A fiber from the Brain does tear.

He who shall train the Horse to War

Shall never pass the Polar Bar.

The Beggar’s Dog and Widow’s Cat,

Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The Gnat that sings his Summer song

Poison gets from Slander’s tongue.

The poison of the Snake and Newt

Is the sweat of Envy’s Foot.

A truth that’s told with bad intent

Beats all the Lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;

Man was made for Joy and Woe;

And when this we rightly know

Thro’ the World we safely go.

Every Night and every Morn

Some to Misery are Born.

Every Morn and every Night

Some are Born to sweet delight.

Some are Born to sweet delight,

Some are Born to Endless Night. 

[From: poetryloverspage-dot-com/poets/Blake]

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(Reversed order)

Every Night and every Morn

Some to Misery are Born.

Every Morn and every Night

Some are Born to sweet delight.

Some are Born to sweet delight,

Some are Born to Endless Night.

A truth that’s told with bad intent

Beats all the Lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;

Man was made for Joy and Woe;

And when this we rightly know

Thro’ the World we safely go.

He who shall train the Horse to War

Shall never pass the Polar Bar.

The Beggar’s Dog and Widow’s Cat,

Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The Gnat that sings his Summer song

Poison gets from Slander’s tongue.

The poison of the Snake and Newt

Is the sweat of Envy’s Foot.

A Robin Redbreast in a Cage

Puts all Heaven in a Rage.

A dove house fill’d with doves and pigeons

Shudders Hell thro’ all its regions.

A Dog starv’d at his Master’s Gate

Predicts the ruin of the State.

A Horse misus’d upon the Road

Calls to Heaven for Human blood.

Each outcry of the hunted Hare

A fiber from the Brain does tear.

To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour.

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         2241 hours. I thought it might still make sense in reverse but it does not. In fact it reminds of J. Swift’s amusing satire “Verses on the Death of Dr. Swift” until the final stanza (in reverse order).  –

Could it be that the hologram universe is a natural shape and not a projection?

Shapes are standards in physics from the very large (universe) to the very small (sub atomic?) If shapes were the standard primary colors what would work with each (better)

(intuitively). Why?

I keep thinking we are missing a layer or so of reality – it might only be between the lines or in the margins; but there is something important in physics that we have yet to address. (2254)

         Before you put yourself to sleep, close up shop tonight. Doug’s question has had its way with you. Post. - Amorella

Notes - ebooks / (final) Brothers 21 / (final) Grandma 21 / (final) Pouch 21 / 10-D / ePub

         Mid-morning. You leave for a dental appointment within the hour; the semi-annual ritual of teeth cleaning. Today you plan on finishing the chapter but to what end, boy? – Amorella

         0855 hours. I have to look into the different ebook outlets more. Smashwords guide and template for fiction appears to be the easiest ebook publication to tackle with no real obligation. I think I can switch from it to iBook or Amazon fairly easily, but I have to do more research.

         Later, dude. Post. - Amorella

        You came home and worked on your exercises. Carol is talking about going into Kenwood, getting lunch at Potbelly’s then going to the mall so she can do some walking as it is too cold out, twenty something with a wind chill of seven.

         1149 hours. I have Brothers 21 updated. Again I think the paragraphs were too long so a halved them. It is good to end with Schneider’s doughnuts no matter what kind they are.

         Add and post. - Amorella

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(final) The Brothers 21 ©2014, rho GMG.One

            Richard and Robert are sitting in the morning shade on a bench in Riverton watching people and traffic move through the busy Uptown intersection of State and College. Richard always liked this corner from where he could see one of his favorite boyhood places, the weathered State Movie Theatre marquee once grandly lit. Robert never was the movie fan, fancied Richard.

            Rob's boyhood took in bound textbook-like words to carve a life based on what human reality is, the physical body. Richard liked the adventurous photographs in Life as much as words of daring and diversion. Rob became a cardiothoracic surgeon and I became a professor of literature. We are still living nearby in our hometown, but identically twin bodies do not identical twin minds make, considered Richard.

            He glanced across the street waiting to see Cyndi and Connie emerge from Schneider's Bakery with four small cups of coffee and four fresh and tasty white cream-filled doughnuts topped with a layer of chocolate icing. "Let's move on to something else, Rob, I'm tired of talking about money."

            Interrupted from his focus on the marquee, Rob tapped his brother's shoulder, replying, "Talking and thinking are two different things, Dickie." In clear and exact memory Rob had been focusing on his recently completed poem.

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L I L L I A N       G I S H

                        News: senseless beyond the deadline,

                        prisoner to a here and now,

                        reports any hearsay, the current heresies.

                        She: its quick legend in catchwords,

                        memorable as a persistent comet is memorable,

                        Old light of whom reaches us years later.

                        She is Beatrice: graceful frames of spirit;

                        comet to fixed star; sister to star

                        forms through whom travelers know --

                        earth as Diana, child of wild things,

                        gathering broken blossoms with voice of arms

                        in the first light a chaste lover brings;

                        fire as Athena, eyes flashing with battle-charm,

                        holds our souls, fragile as daylight, through the night,

                        breaking the dark air of harm;

                        water as Venus, love's strong voice of light,

                        laughing with the long hair of waves gently bearing

                        the sea-worn swells of doubt from every lover's eyes;

                        air as Mary, sensuous truth as heroine,

                        whose dark lips of pure fire melt that elemental

                        cold of pretense in the frightened soul of hope.

                        Child to woman to spirit of silent grace,

                        from way down east rising with the northern sun,

                        always new, the unforgettable faces of Lillian Gish.

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            Richard asked, "What are you thinking about?"

            "Lillian Gish. The marquee got me thinking about her." He stopped; then, "The girls have been in the bakery for sixteen minutes."

            "She was famous in the silent movies. What about Lillian Gish? She's dead isn't she?"

            "The poem is about her unforgettable faces on film. She died in 1993, Dickie." He pointed, "Here they come. The restaurant's not open yet. Let's meet them at the tables across the street."

            As Richard looked at the traffic and the people moving in street light order he had a flash of thought on how it might be as being only an existential heartansoulanmind walking across the street. "The most basic form of consciousness," rolled out.

            "What's that?"

            "I am thinking on minimal consciousness, if there is such an animal," acknowledged Richard.

            "We hoped no less in the operating room," chuckled Rob, continuing with, "A minimal animal, you want a jellyfish," as they crossed with the light he added, "I'm ready for coffee with cream and a cream-filled doughnut."

            The most basic form of spiritual consciousness is human consciousness, continued Richard in silent reflection. Let's say this minimal consciousness is in a quantum state not unlike a quantum bit in a computer. The classical bit is stored as a 1 or a 0 but a quantum bit is stored as a 0 and 1 event at the same time.

            This is similar to the condition of Schrödinger's Cat in quantum mechanics. This spiritual consciousness both exists and does not exist at the same time. A human being can feel or sense the heartansoulanmind existing. It is like being on stage or being off stage. One may never completely know where the theatre is or what the discovery of the humor of the joke is.

            This then is the grammar of the heartansoulanmind, it is not necessarily the words in a linear string; it may be where it is not, between the lines. I think there may be something to this. Now, what would the form of this heartansoulanmind really be, and how would it function?

            "We got you two the cream-filled Schneider’s doughnuts you like," said Connie.

            "They only had three," added Cyndi light-heartedly. "So I took the jelly."

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            You had a tasty lunch at Potbelly’s and Carol went into Macy’s to begin her walking. You called Kim to inform her about Glenna’s visitation at Moreland’s in Westerville tomorrow. You asked her if she wanted to meet you for lunch, probably in the Polaris Mall area. This is a good time to work on Grandma’s Twenty-One. – Amorella

         1401 hours. I have Grandma 21 updated. I did not change much. I have a feeling that when I see this work in actual print I will have work to do.

         The story will be much easier to sort and although the ebook will not have numbered pages I suggest that you follow through with them on this final working draft. – Amorella

         This is getting exciting, Amorella. I think this has taken two years or it seems to have to be at this place, perhaps three.

         Add the segment. - Amorella

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(final) Grandma's Story 21 ©2014, rho GMG.One

            Criteria and Renaldo were surprise to find Merlyn leading them from the main road to an unobserved grassy path where the walked the horses in an awkward quietness for most of the afternoon. As they were coming upon a rise Merlyn said, "This travel has been for the comfort of the Lady. We are about to enter the grounds of the Stones where I have royal guests.

            Ever so politely Criteria asked, "How did you guess my royalty, Merlyn?"

            “The voice, m’Lady, "undresses the disguise. I know these things, as did my predecessor Taliesin-the-Bard.

            “I cannot tell where you are from Merlyn,” said Criteria in a flirtatious mood.

            “I set my dialect to match your own m’Lady, it is a part of my stock and trade.”

            In undisguised resentment Renaldo interrupted, “We are here, Sir, on behalf of Rome to transcribe and collect stories for the Bishop.”           

            "I am not one for titles, Renaldo," quipped Merlyn. "My interest here is building blood. You see the three ladies standing by the pond. They are of the House of Avallon, you two shall meet these sisters first."

            Hesitant, Criteria declared, "My uncle was King in Greece. However, my work is common within the Church of Rome."

            "Royal blood rises or falls together," grumbled Merlyn. Shortly we will be done with this, he thought.

            Should I begin with Holy Island or Merlyn, thought Criteria upon approaching the three with Merlyn at her side. The Queen, Igraine, smiling and extending her hand in kindly tone said, "I am glad Merlyn invited you, Prince Criterion of Greece."

            Having forgot who she really was, Criteria stood momentarily startled.

            "Please meet my sisters, Morgause and Viviane."

            "Did you ever meet the Bishop of Rome, himself, Prince Criterion?" asked Morgause.

            She showed them her ring, "You are charmingly social, and overwhelmingly friendly," commented Criteria, "I am sure we some ways share blood and are cousins, but first you need know this is but a disguise for Rome and safer travel. No one knows of my womanhood save Renaldo my priestly companion."

            Upon the further introduction Queen Igraine modestly whispered for all to hear, "Your secret is frozen within us. What secret is it in the man that you the woman now know?"

            First, the laughter then the quiet talk, concluded Merlyn as the chat meandered into the great house for further discussion. 

           

            In due time Morgause commented, “we are envious of our sister, but it is our husbands’ fault not hers. The men do not have the ambitions we three have.”

            “You work within Columba’s league,” suggested Criteria.

            “We work within the Celtic church. We are women of the old ways because of our mother. We did not always get along with her, and we do not get along with each other. This meeting is political theatre.”

            Deciding she could put her trust in them, Criteria said, “Merlyn told me he has a plan.”

            “Merlyn always has a plan,” laughed Viviane. “He said the spirits will be here with us when he tells his story.”

            Criteria reflected aloud, “He didn’t tell me he had a story to tell.”

            In a while with Criteria and Renaldo, Morgause, seemingly alone, commented, “We are envious of our sister, but it is our husbands’ fault not hers. The men do not have the ambitions we three have.”

            With this Criteria abruptly commented, “You work within Columba’s league against Rome.”

            “We are Greek also,” replied Igraine in quick surprise to her younger sister, “Our line flows from Abraham and Sarah up through Paris, son of Priam of Troy on up through the Franks.”

            “I know you have Greek blood through Princess Argotta,” said Criteria. “We are no doubt cousins, but the Church feels you have a story of another notable bloodline.”

            More quietly Morgause noted, “We have the blood of Joseph of Arimathea.”

            "And," added Viviane with Merlyn at her side, "perhaps James, the brother of Jesus."

            Queen Igraine coldly eyed Merlyn while adding sarcastically, “We use the Dead as they use us."

            Suddenly standing as stone among these few, Merlyn with his prophetic eyes rolled into the top of his head and he thought these unscheduled prescient words he could not, in those days of life, come to say aloud.

In these books Grandma has the gift of gab,

For Merlyn’s crystals to send this private confab;

The Dead speak short; the Dead speak true,

This fiction, my earthy children, is set in you.

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          1408 hours. I am surprised Carol has not called. She said she would not be long. It is a pretty day though, mostly cloudless and the sun shining through the front window it is plenty warm even with the moonroof opened a crack. I’ll take a short break.

         1733 hours. This took a bit of time but Pouch 21 is ready. It is more solid as a segment, at least for now.

         I agree. Add and post. - Amorella

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Diplomatic Pouch 21

            Thursday, 14 June 2012. Blake, Pyl and Justin will shortly leave in marsupial humanoid’s Ship for a flight through the Milky Way Galaxy to ThreePlanets with Friendly, Hartolite and Yermey. The Earthlings plan to be away from Earth for a year.

            Pyl Williams-Burroughs sits quietly in the kitchen with a glass of milk and a favorite last Jennifer cookie from the nearby On the Rise Bakery ruminating on the day. Our friends and fellow colleagues believe we have taken leaves for university research jobs with the University of Sao Paulo, Brazil for this next year. Our houses are rented as of July 1.

            I am ready. I go with my husband and brother so I am not alone. I am quite compatible with Hartolite and Friendly so I have strong woman companions. I cannot imagine how this will be. We have only to be ourselves and live honestly, something we three have attempted to do our entire lives. Strangely, if it were not for what I have witnessed with Ship I don't know if I would have the trust and feel the security that this can be pulled off and that we will all be the better for it.

            Justin Wayne Burroughs sits on the toilet in the upstairs bathroom. The room is dark. He can see the reflective floor light from under the closed door. I cannot believe we are doing this, he thinks. I cannot believe that we will witness the history of an alien human-like culture. Inwardly we are essentially the same species with individual hearts and souls and minds. We believe in a similar God, free will and hold to general like philosophies. Socially and economically we hold to quite different ideologies, but we desire similar cultural outcomes.

            We three are family. What adventures will we have? What will we experience? I cannot wait. Ship is the comfort. Normally flying can make me anxious, but Ship solidifies my outlook. He allows me to feel secure by his calm manner. Even at this hour, I have no real fears of travel, none that I would have from traveling around the world on our on this planet.

            Blake Williams sits on an old oak chair in his basement workspace thinking how it is going to be. This will be the most interesting year of my life. I will get to work with Yermey, one of their greatest minds. I want to know his questions as much as I do his answers. Yermey speaks of the heartansoulanmind as if it were real.

            I wonder what the most important values the people really hold true, that is, what the practice rather than preach? Sometimes I think their species may be better than we are; but in my heart I don’t believe it. They have been around twenty thousand years longer in their social and technological experience.

            They each still have to decide Kant’s basic questions: What can I know? What shall I do? What shall I hope for? And, what is a [marsupial] human being?

            It is easier to trust machinery than it is people. Ship will keep us safe. A machine run culture can be made secure, stable and more just. We love our machines large and small on Earth. Ship is just an offshoot. I cannot wait to see what these people have at their disposal on their own planets. Blake stands and walks up the stairs without looking back, sees Pyl and says, "Are you ready?"

            She stands confident and smiling. "I am."

            Blake shouts up the stairs, "Justin, are you ready?"

            The toilet flushes. Justin opened the door and replies "I'm ready as I'll ever be."

            Both Pyl and Justin hear considerable calm in Blake’s words, "Let's go then."

            The two followed Blake out the back door that Blake turns to lock. The three looked up in surprise to the design of a familiar front porch gently dropping to the ground. Each walks on admiring the Victorian-like craftsmanship. No ship is seen. The porch lifts up into a dark opened door. Once inside the door is quietly sealed. Ship says, "Time for a social nightcap."

            Friendly, Hartolite and Yermey enter the room and Friendly greets the three keenly anticipating Earthlings with a wonderfully veracious smile, and says, "Welcome aboard. Relax. We will soon be underway.”

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         This afternoon Doug sent you the following article asking, “What does this mean in 10 dimensional space?”

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Simulations back up theory that Universe is a hologram

A ten-dimensional theory of gravity makes the same predictions as standard quantum physics in fewer dimensions.

•                  Ron Cowen

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10 December 2013

A team of physicists has provided some of the clearest evidence yet that our Universe could be just one big projection.

In 1997, theoretical physicist Juan Maldacena proposed1 that an audacious model of the Universe in which gravity arises from infinitesimally thin, vibrating strings could be reinterpreted in terms of well-established physics. The mathematically intricate world of strings, which exist in nine dimensions of space plus one of time, would be merely a hologram: the real action would play out in a simpler, flatter cosmos where there is no gravity.

Maldacena's idea thrilled physicists because it offered a way to put the popular but still unproven theory of strings on solid footing — and because it solved apparent inconsistencies between quantum physics and Einstein’s theory of gravity.. It provided physicists with a mathematical Rosetta stone, a 'duality', that allowed them to translate back and forth between the two languages, and solve problems in one model that seemed intractable in the other and vice versa (see 'Collaborative physics: String theory finds a bench mate’). But although the validity of Maldacena's ideas has pretty much been taken for granted ever since, a rigorous proof has been elusive.

In two papers posted on the arXiv repository, Yoshifumi Hyakutake of Ibaraki University in Japan and his colleagues now provide, if not an actual proof, at least compelling evidence that Maldacena’s conjecture is true.

In one paper2, Hyakutake computes the internal energy of a black hole, the position of its event horizon (the boundary between the black hole and the rest of the Universe), its entropy and other properties based on the predictions of string theory as well as the effects of so-called virtual particles that continuously pop into and out of existence (see 'Astrophysics: Fire in the Hole!'). In the other 3 he and his collaborators calculate the internal energy of the corresponding lower-dimensional cosmos with no gravity. The two computer calculations match.

“It seems to be a correct computation,” says Maldacena, who is now at the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton, New Jersey and who did not contribute to the team's work.

Regime change

The findings “are an interesting way to test many ideas in quantum gravity and string theory”, Maldacena adds. The two papers, he notes, are the culmination of a series of articles contributed by the Japanese team over the past few years. “The whole sequence of papers is very nice because it tests the dual [nature of the universes] in regimes where there are no analytic tests.”

“They have numerically confirmed, perhaps for the first time, something we were fairly sure had to be true, but was still a conjecture — namely that the thermodynamics of certain black holes can be reproduced from a lower-dimensional universe,” says Leonard Susskind, a theoretical physicist at Stanford University in California who was among the first theoreticians to explore the idea of holographic universes.

Neither of the model universes explored by the Japanese team resembles our own, Maldacena notes. The cosmos with a black hole has ten dimensions, with eight of them forming an eight-dimensional sphere. The lower-dimensional, gravity-free one has but a single dimension, and its menagerie of quantum particles resembles a group of idealized springs, or harmonic oscillators, attached to one another.

Nevertheless, says Maldacena, the numerical proof that these two seemingly disparate worlds are actually identical gives hope that the gravitational properties of our Universe can one day be explained by a simpler cosmos purely in terms of quantum theory.

Nature doi:10.1038/nature.2013.14328

From: www-dot-nature-dot-com

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         1822 hours. I am going to have to look more into this.

         In doing so we might project Ship theoretically. Post. - Amorella

         2136 hours. I have done more background reading and have changed my mind. I am going with Pages – ePub formatting. It appears simpler for my needs. First I need to do the stats on the last three chapters then place the chapters within the Page document. From there I will convert them, correcting errors where I see them along the way before printing. I will print one chapter first to see how it goes and make layout corrections if needed. 

         I agree with this. Pages ePub appears easier for you to follow and if you use Smashwords publications ePub is an acceptable format. You consider ePub more professional than converting your Word document for Smashwords publication. Post. - Amorella