Reality, Dimentions, Time, Space, Paradox, And a wrong cecil.

Stumbling across this site in my cookies…
surfing the tides of corporate idiocracy and the riptides of the new internet - waves once exciting, risen and rode; now the current that flows is but wastewater from the public sewers trickling past the cast away freedoms and dreams of America and the individuals who arose here to form it. Having given rise to the destruction of the last exterior location where a genius can meet a peer, these active willful Ignorants, unaware and unwilling to listen to meta-cognitive thoughts; not even thinking before judging all else besides that which they are told is normal to be stupid, simple, cruel and unworthy
… I visited. It took me less time to find the corporate secrets and control plans for consumerist society on a website of another cookie than it did to just find a mediocre of an ABOUT page, so I could learn what the site was in the site’s own anthropomorphic mind.

Cecil Adams, you know everything. Interesting. In this, your first article, self descriptive, you state.
You know, then, reality is a paradox and all real quantifiable third dimensional quantum divergent and emergent forces are but pieces of a puzzle - a puzzle of which each piece is an entire universal collection o puzzles. A compounded quantum nature, a force itself although never acting or influencing anything. More so a happenstance, and thereby, the constant of change - the universal constant.
You also know that there is no truth, then. For all we know as true will be added to. It makes truth false unless it is used to help others understand and better themselves. Yet, for them, it harms as all truths do. While unknowable, and there for in-extant, false is the opposite of true. Interesting, how these quantum opposites paradoxically have a third state, as all that is paradoxical. This state is in falsity’s nonexistence. Everything, no matter how probably or impossible, will, has, is, or can occur. This is of course true for -when all is one, and everything is everything else while nothing is anything and nowhere can it be found - in the singularity it must be always. So powerful, this singularity, to exist in the dimension 0, nowhere. Only existing in itself, yet with simply existing it creates what can be imagined as a circle of no dimension yet infinite in pi and all forms of 1 (quantum splits, such as -1,1, precursor and recourse affectations of similar primary digits in upper/lower dimensional form or as you may know it “i” (which is less the square root of negative 1, and more so the one that works to proof Einstein in the 4th (conscious mind and thought) dimension, and in the second. The second’s interior extrusion is the event horizon. The black hole is the limit of time, for it is the limit of the forces which we know as physics: it is the boundary from whence matter and antimatter diverged, when combined and before split: one greater form (as all other quantifiable existences have or will, respective to gaining when leaving this reality).
The second dimension rejects uncombined matter and antimatter and transfers as put forth by Einstein in his all ruling theory of the rules which bind this reality together at the limit of reality (general relativity) them into pure forms of energy, radiation such as light becoming a ray as the seconds in acceleration become no more than negative one -1. Returning to distances long ago traveled, mass moving distance with zero time cannot occur. When the matter would do this, it instead reacts with antimatter that is quantum similarity enough to change the focus of primal forces in such that reality and time do not fail to slap at every smallest measurement of time - and in such all eternities and all existences of all strings slap between each moment and never converge so that they may remain in the singularity- .Moving to places so far away it will take ages of future to come to reach them by any other, mass traveling in the near absence of time, instantaneous distance, the distance starting at the point of inexorable influence of the singularity’s influence on the event horizon, the point of a black hole (each hole uniquely reflecting the 4th dimensional event horizon, by individualistically being the point only to that which is unable without fourth dimensional magnitude (in such comprehension of forces, instead of the forces itself) to avoid reaction with the event horizon. As long as the mass in matter form has reached the limit of losing parts of its state, not gaining sub quantum fluxuations, but at the point where this would occur yet has not, and is traveling with this speed constant until meeting the limit (thereby constantly adjusting its speed and acceleration as well as it’s vector yet stayed intact- then it jumps. It has, in-between the smallest measurement of time, transferred its velocity and vector across to and adjacent point, becoming a negative distance traveler in such that it travels from the black hole its distance with vector reversed, and not from the event horizon. This allows for objects to move faster across space than light can, without ever traveling faster than the speed of light.
Antimatter: antithesisity of matter and therefor gravity repels; never wanting to rest, always trying to be in the same place as every other antimatter while even repelling itself. That is why all this occurs.

You see, let me come to the point. You cannot know truth until you know that nothing is true. Nothing you think is false can be, yet existence is real, yet unreal in combined existences and unoccuring yet forever unbroken. Every thought, every idea expands the universe and potential possibilities beyond your imagining. Beyond any imagining. Yet even consciousness become a quantum bipolar or multpolar force - as time is the absence of spacial occurrence, and space is the absence of occurrence without becoming nonspace when it has force in it… yet both exist within each other, space being a permanent linear string and time having traveled that space once before.

Oh dear Mr. Cecil Adams, where are our peers? I am so lost. No one will pay attention. I am poor, I am uneducated. And my d’jinn gifts me with abilities I cannot use for none will use them and I seem unable to use them for myself as I desire not their outcome or benefits, I only desire their origination and the implementation of my ideas.

Mr. Adams, smartest man in the world. Tell me something that can help me that I don’t know.

Cool story, Bro

The Truth.

So…what was in those cookies?

See? I told you guys it was a bad idea to close the asylum.

All that is paradoxical as the mass in matter form has reached the limit of time, for the smallest measurement of time transferred its velocity and vector across to the absence of occurrence. Its velocity and vector are but wastewater from a permanent linear string and the limit of time is the limit of being unable to use them as a circle of similar primary digits. The largest measurement of time with moving distance starting at the point of the influence of the singularity’s nonexistence will be traveling with this speed constant. All strings slap between the thesisity of matter and nowhere can it be found to have reached the limit of losing the boundary from whence matter and emergent forces are but a compounded quantum nature.

But I guess that’s pretty obvious.

That was lovely Wendell, I enjoyed that. We should set it to music.

And if you swear that there’s
no truth, and who cares
how come you say it
like you’re right?

MODERATOR speaketh:

-zWyrd: be aware that Cecil Adams rarely posts here. However, if you look in the Archives, I suspect you will find things that you didn’t know before. They typically do not deal with philosophy (such as “what is truth?”) but with more mundane issues, like “Will sleeping in a closed room with an electric fan cause death?”. But that’s the nature of this site.

For everyone else: Yes, I know, I know, but since y’all are having fun with it, I’m leaving this alone. Sometimes, we just all need a good laugh.

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought – So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. "And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’ He chortled in his joy. `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

Why a duck?

“What do you read, my lord?”

“Words, words, words.”

How else can you test if a quack echoes?

I thought you looked at it crossly and all slithy toves and said ‘quack, damn you!’…

Sometimes there is poetry in madness.

As the Reiki practitioner brought his waterfowl to the edge of the Grand Canyon, all the other tourists had the exact same thought: “Does a quack’s duck echo?”.

It’s sad, but I suspect the OP has been frumiously Bandersnatched. :frowning:


Lighten up, Francis.

Band name.

Harlan Ellison book title.