Mid-morning. You are at the park. Carol has begun her walk this cool
cloudy morning. The bands of rain are between Indianapolis and Cincinnati. Last
night you watch “Suits” new summer episode and had supper about eight. You were
going to get blood work this morning for next Tuesday with Dr. B but you had a
sugar free cough drop during the night so tomorrow for the blood instead. –
Amorella
0902 hours. I’m feeling like the weather’s cool wind, a wind that
should be waking me up, but so far it is not. The Enquirer, really the USA Today
within the Enquirer, says that the next Friday 13 with a full moon will be in 2049.
Most people are superstitious about one thing or another. I remember a few
years ago I changed a flight from California to Chicago to the 14th.
It was a surprise that I would do that but I did. I don’t really see the
correlation between the date and the full moon. But if a lot of traffic
accidents occur today, it would be a fun coincidence.
An
older fellow that I used to see on our walks pulled in to go fishing. He almost
always has a white painter’s hat on; a very congenial fellow. He came over to
the car and told me his wife passed last September and they were married for 52
years. He is having a hard time getting over it (I doubt I ever would). He
said, “You know, you are with your parents some eighteen years, but that is
nothing to fifty-two years with your wife.” – Carol is just returning. It is a
rather somber note. (0933)
You are home and did a few outside chores
before the rains hit. Carol is working up her coupons before you head to
Kroger’s – double points for fuel if you buy on Friday or the weekend. It
doesn’t seem proper to you to have Socrates come to Merlyn; Merlyn should have
a question for Socrates not the other way around. Is this, or is this not correct?
– Amorella
1004 hours. You are right. I want these Dead to be respectful of
‘age’ so to speak. Well, I want to be respectful of age. It is a part of the
manners I was taught but don’t always heed to. Beret-wearing comes to mind. Besides,
people are taught all kinds of things by parents then by peers and subsequent
culture. It goes back to being respectful and polite in class.
You are at Kroger’s waiting for Carol. The
rain has begun. There are Microsoft Word problems with creating a new document
perhaps it would be better to begin with a clean document. – Amorella
1227 hours. We are home for a while now. I began the Dead 2.2. We
are to lunch within the hour I would imagine. Feeling the need for another nap.
1643
hours. Unitarity is coming up in ‘Dead 2.2’ and I am in need of handling this.
** **
Unitarity
In
quantum physics, unitarity is a restriction on the allowed evolution of
quantum systems that ensures the sum of probabilities of all possible outcomes
of any event is always 1.
More
precisely, the operator, which describes the progress of a physical system in
time must be a unitary operator. When the Hamiltonian is time-independent the
unitary operator is.
Similarly,
the S-matrix that describes how the physical system changes in a scattering process
must be a unitary operator as well; this implies the optical theorem.
In
quantum field theory one usually uses a mathematical description, which
includes unphysical fundamental particles, such as longitudinal photons. These
particles must not appear as the end-states of a scattering process. Unitarity
of the S-matrix and the optical theorem in particular implies that such
unphysical particles must not appear as virtual particles in intermediate
states. The mathematical machinery, which is used to ensure this, includes
gauge symmetry and sometimes also Faddeev-Popov ghosts.
Since
unitarity of a theory is necessary for its consistency, the term is sometimes
also used as a synonym for consistency, and is sometimes used for other
necessary conditions for consistency, in particular the condition that the
Hamiltonian is bounded from below. This means that there is a state of minimal
energy (called the ground state or vacuum state). This is needed for the second
law of thermodynamics to hold.
In
theoretical physics, a unitarity bound is any inequality that follows
from the unitarity of the evolution operator of the, i.e. from the statement
that probabilities are numbers between 0 and 1 whose sum is conserved.
Unitarity implies, among other things, the optical theorem. According to the
optical theorem, the imaginary part of a probability amplitude Im(M) of
a 2-body forward scattering is related to the total cross section, up to some
numerical factors. Because for the
forward scattering process is one of the terms that contributes to the total
cross section, it cannot exceed the total cross section i.e. Im(M). The
inequality implies that the complex number M must belong to a certain
disk in the complex plane. Similar unitarity bounds imply that the amplitudes
and cross section cannot increase too much with energy or they must decrease as
quickly as a certain formula dictates.
Selected and
edited from Wikipedia – unitarity (no sources sited)
** **
It
is late and time for bed. You have completed a draft of Dead 2.2. In the
distance of tomorrow you can read it again. Add and post. – Amorella
2251 hours. I do not know that it makes sense as is but I know what
I am trying to say, at least a base of what I am attempting to show. If
anything it needs a dash of wit to stir in the pot.
***
The Dead 2-2, draft
Merlyn
sits perplexed. I am the appearance of an overcrowded forest that needs
thinning. Heartansoulanmind, the roots, the base of this forest is entangled
and unable to move.
From
below Merlyn’s entanglement the Supervisor
whispers, “See one of your own kind, my friend.”
Fog,
I am, thinks Merlyn; and the buoy bell rings in a string of letters – a
congregation of droplets; I connect the dots. Above or below I must go. I would
rather see fog as cloud so . . ..
Socrates
sits down on an in-the-mind stone bench with the dignity of the Acropolis on
the hill, halo-like behind him. “Come sit by me, Merlyn, he suggests, as he
pats the stone. Socrates smiles broadly with eyes twinkling in the foreground.
“I enjoy appearing old and out of sorts to passers-by. They keep their
distance.”
“I
like the isolation.”
“Too
many visitors otherwise -- well meaning and sincere spirits who want answers to
personal questions.”
Merlyn
laughs, “They want to know if I am a composite spirit.”
“We
are all human spirits, even our marsupials comrades,” suggests Socrates. “I
feared I would be asked to return to the Living; I am glad you were chosen.”
“Spirits
know you were real; many aren’t sure about me,” jokes Merlyn warmly.
“This
allows for a slight-of-hand physiology even without the use of hands,” returns
Socrates in his best of good nature.
“I
have a sense of the greater reality here, in this meandering Place of the Dead,
but we have an entanglement with matter, still – we have ‘impressions’ of what
we were as bodies first. I don’t . . .”
“To
lose our sense of body loosens our sense of self; yet we know better. Here we
exist, each within our souls alone. Otherwise, how could I create a wall
between myself and other souls that are mostly too kind and curious?”
“Do
we each become a community of one?” asks Merlyn. “What do you see? I see little
more than fog. I need a solidification of this metaphysical entanglement at its
root. In the twenty-first century the Principle of Unitarity suggests spirits
may be inextinguishable.”
“We
spirits are basically Before-matter-in-any-form – unseen and unknown in any
form of matter we are perpetually permanent,” reinforces Socrates, “Ghosts on
the other side, spirits here, we are as Forms, according to a once gifted
student of mine.”
“It
is as if one could displace the alphabet and say that the letters in the
sentences still exist in their thought,” remarks Merlyn in some personal
clarity. Then quickly adds, “But as Forms, we are not Perfect as Plato
suggested.”
“Even
now, with nothing but heartansoulanmind, we cannot define perfection. Who is to
say, what is what? I would think that even the
Supervisor cannot say what is what. I think SheanHe would have the ghost of a
chance at giving the basic state, the delineated ground, if you will, where
these spiritual roots of ours are nurtured to grow into and through very bodily
nervous systems,” so says Socrates. He concludes, “We were, are, and will be.”
“But
in what state?” asks Merlyn, “What force-in-being entangles heart and soul and
mind at the root?”
“Passion,”
replies Socrates, “that is my guess, but I do not know. Even now, being dead
millenniums, I have questioned people. Who am I? Why do I exist still?” He
thinks, in Living I asked these questions and others. I am no further along
than had I been in a peacefully dead sleep.
“I
do not know,” says Merlyn. “Passion is not spiritual. It is not many elements
that make up being human, but it exists in individuals and in the great
community of both the Living and the Dead. It wells and subsides in waves of
emotion and rational thought. Why would passion be the root of
heartansoulanmind? A passionate heart; a passionate mind; these are
understandably human and known through circumstantial evidence. Is passion the cause
of every circumstance?”
Socrates
sits quietly. “Perhaps passion is the First Cause and all else is the effect,
the circumstance. What do you think, Merlyn?
“I
do not know.”
“We
both know nothing.”
The
sober silence sat between the two spirits and held them loosely in its grip.
Finally,
Socrates smiled slightly declaring his latest word on the subject, “Merlyn, he
says, “When we realize we know nothing, the soul shines a short smile.”
“Humor
is what the soul understands,” suggests Merlyn, “it arises from the passion
that drives what we are.” And, as if sharing his soul, he says, “Humanity is the pun not the punch line.”
Socrates
replies, “We know nothing, but we know nothing but the smile resting on our hearts.”
***
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