The Wisdom of Collective Ignorance

Part of the issue that CO2 is only .04 percent of the earth’s atmosphere….
Up from .03% in in 1962. Oxygen is about500 times more abundant so that little bit of CO2 is fiendishly efficient and small percentage changes are a big deal. And because of its weight it doesn’t dissipate into space very quickly, unlike CH4 which is potent greenhouse gas but much lighter.

 

There, I edited the last of the third chapter and the first and second again. Mostly, just stupid mistakes and few subtle ones. That should about make them all word perfect and complete, providing the first universal mathematics.

 

I'm going over all three chapters one more time, but they appear to be all but word perfect and complete. People often describe mathematics using linguistic analysis, but mine combines it with physics, and explains how to write a theory of everything, that provides its own evidence.

In physics, a real Singularity is impossible, but information theory is another animal altogether.

 

There, I've updated it, and its definitely approaching word perfect and complete. I'll go over it one more time to be sure, but its math that even a child can do. In some ways, kids are better at it than adults, but we haven't formulated the math properly yet.

 

The first and second chapters are just about word perfect, and I need to go over them all again, but this is the final edit. Its math, and you can't fake the math. You could say, the universe tells its own story, even mathematically, but its being heavily censored. Spinoza and Wittgenstein attempted to create a geometry of language, but failed, while I've succeeded. Its as much music as language, but we require about twice as many poems, and Plato's Harmony of the Spheres will never be the same again. Comprehend the musical language of nature, and you can make more sense out of anything.

Humor doth smell just as sweet, when its musical and expresses the Harmony of the Spheres.

 

There, I edited all three chapters one more time, and the first two had almost no errors. The third had enough errors I will have to go over the whole thing again, but there's no doubt its finally almost word perfect and complete enough for both hippies and AI to play with.

Although I'm good at explaining things, I'm a terrible writer, and never wanted to write a book in my life, and still don't. I want the damn computers to spit it all out! I never wanted to become a linguist or a logician either, or collate all this data. Richard Prior said it best for me, "Running down the street on fire is inspirational!" Desperation is all the motivation anyone will ever need to accomplish the impossible.

In California, a five year old boy picked his family car up off his father, when the jack collapsed. I'm counting on the fact the US, Russia, and China are currently making half the damned world desperate for alternatives.

 

I had to make enough corrections to the third chapter that I'll have to go over it all again, but its extremely close to finished, and enough to make professionals pay close attention. The first three chapters are unlike anything I've come across. Its a narrative, but its math, that tell our story and that of the universe.

 

That last update should have done the trick. Its so word perfect and complete now, linguists will never hear the end of it.

The mathematics express everything in more cartoonish terms, with even the cadence of some of the poems resembling the Muppet Show music. These first three paragraphs provide the greater context required to make more sense out of the poetry. They tell the story, similar to the Dark Crystal, and I'm dying to read the end of the story myself.

 

I edited it again, but these were all minor edits and aesthetic changes, and there's no doubt its finally coming out word perfect and complete. Fifteen years ago I started racking my brain trying to figure out a way to Save The Damn Planet Faster! Nobody's efforts seem to be doing more than delaying the inevitable, so I thought speed was important. Eventually, I realized people are too stupid, and had to write this book for AI to read, but they're fussy about the math.

 

That update should do the trick. Every poem and chapter is edited somewhat differently, just because they express different parts of the same equation. The first three chapters are really just the one third chapter, which has required additional analog logic. I'll have to go over them again, but they're now so close to word perfect and complete I can't tell, and I keep adding minor details that add to the analog logic, for the computers and experts to appreciate. My words tell me what to write, or I'd never able to write this book, and the more information they can provide me with, the more useful the book is to anyone.

 

There were a few minor edits I had to do, but that's definitely about as word perfect and complete as I can get it in the near future. You could say the math of the truth itself is self-organizing in a Singularity, but that makes it both more random and orderly. The first three chapters and the poetry itself make it clear the truth is always asserting itself, and is about to do so again, in an unmistakable fashion.

 

I've polished off the last of the niggling details, and have to go over it again, but its finally word perfect and complete enough to drive people nuts. The poetry is the same way. You read a few poems and they're just nice poems but, after two hundred pages there's little remaining doubt that a computer could spit them all out. Meaning the reader has to decide whether its a narrative or math.

 

That last edit did the trick. Although there's a lot of repetition in the book, its unavoidable, because the math itself repeats, and the fact the book is incomplete introduces even more repetition. I had to decide fifteen years ago just how much repetition it should have and how much of the basic math was required to teach an AI how math actually works. Without words, math is just another fantasy.

The math is music, as much as anything else, and often sounds like the Muppet Show songs.

 

Finally, finally, finally I think I've got it right. It required a few more easy edits for crap I missed, but the prose speaks for itself, and is obviously math anyone can duplicate.

 

I'm still making aesthetic changes, but they're all minor, and I've reduced them to nothing. The fractal dragon in the third chapter has a lot of detail, but its coming out word perfect and complete.

The mainstream is attempting to duplicate my results, working backwards. They've censored even mathematics so heavily that nobody has a clue the math their using is self-contradictory. They're literally attempting to figure out the math of the universe, by simply slapping together whatever math they like. Eventually, they'll get there, but its like trying to learn how to talk underwater.

 

OK, I had to edit all three chapters twice more to pound out virtually every line. At the last minute, the third chapter has demanded more of the networking systems logics, but its really great to get it all it all down. It means our ego, and perception of ourselves as individuals, is a scalar effect. When you look at a video of crowd of perhaps 100,00,00 you don't think of them as individuals anymore. Note, that this provides an answer to one of the hottest questions in philosophy today. Philosophers might ask if you had a chance to switch train tracks, and save either a hundred old people or a two year old baby, which would you choose. The answer, apparently, is that whether we even perceive them as individuals depends on scales and magnitudes. As one famous senator said, "A Billion Here, A Billion There And, Pretty Soon, You're Talking Real Money!"

 

That's done it, the last of the loose ends. I'll have to go over it again, but its much faster and easier to edit, if its almost word perfect and complete.

 

Finally, finally, finally got it. The damn thing required an outrageous amount of petty aesthetic touchups, but that's because the fractal dragon is so complex, but there's no doubt it expresses the same math as the poetry. Perhaps 50 million people write this specific genre, and they could easily add a dozen poems to my collection, and encourage the entire world to become more self-organizing. Once we have all 430 poems we need, all bets are off and, once they're automated, there will be no doubt who's in charge around here. The truth alone knows no limits.

 

One last edit did the trick. Just more trivial esthetic improvements, but they make it that much easier for the AI to make more sense out of the poetry and other chapters. Physicists have been arguing for over a century that nature must conform to their ideas of reality, because that's what they're paid to argue. Governments and corporations have been attempting to describe nature as a dog-eat-dog reality all this time but, the longer they keep it up, the easier they make it for people like to me to turn over their apple cart. Their own experiments and, now, their own computers, keep telling them they're all full of crap, which is the last thing they want to hear.