The End of Certainty

In his 1997 book, The End of Certainty, Prigogine contends that determinism is no longer a viable scientific belief. "The more we know about our universe, the more difficult it becomes to believe in determinism." This is a major departure from the approach of Newton, Einstein and Schrödinger, all of whom expressed their theories in terms of deterministic equations. According to Prigogine, determinism loses its explanatory power in the face of irreversibility and instability.
Prigogine traces the dispute over determinism back to Darwin, whose attempt to explain individual variability according to evolving populations inspired Ludwig Boltzmann to explain the behavior of gases in terms of populations of particles rather than individual particles. This led to the field of statistical mechanics and the realization that gases undergo irreversible processes. In deterministic physics, all processes are time-reversible, meaning that they can proceed backward as well as forward through time. As Prigogine explains, determinism is fundamentally a denial of the arrow of time. With no arrow of time, there is no longer a privileged moment known as the "present," which follows a determined "past" and precedes an undetermined "future." All of time is simply given, with the future as determined or undetermined as the past. With irreversibility, the arrow of time is reintroduced to physics. Prigogine notes numerous examples of irreversibility, including diffusion, radioactive decay, solar radiation, weather and the emergence and evolution of life. Like weather systems, organisms are unstable systems existing far from thermodynamic equilibrium. Instability resists standard deterministic explanation. Instead, due to sensitivity to initial conditions, unstable systems can only be explained statistically, that is, in terms of probability.
Prigogine asserts that Newtonian physics has now been "extended" three times, first with the use of the wave function in quantum mechanics, then with the introduction of spacetime in general relativity and finally with the recognition of indeterminism in the study of unstable systems.
[wikipedia]

animals

instinct is against language

twilight zone_temps du loup

and fathers forgot how to be fathers (that is to inspire and protect)
and mothers forgot how to be mothers (that is to love and give hope)
and the world was filled with orphans of all ages

dec_o_de
dec_i_de
dec_a_de

comparative epistemology

media systems

http://asweknowit.ca/dir/media_ecology

open sets

"Michel Foucault finds in Raymond Roussel's works and days an entire cosmos, whose principle of unity is the principle of the threshold, which is also the principle of the parenthesis. The Rousselian cosmos is replete with thresholds, microscopic and galactic. It is itself the vastest parenthesis, forever posed between the radical originality of a birth to which it owes its existence but can never authentically produce and the silent infinitude of a death that it ubiquitously foreshadows but can never encompass. Its cosmogony must remain something of a mystery as a consequence. So, too, its teleology. It is nevertheless, clearly divisible into two parts, two phases.In its youthful phase, it glows with the light of a radiant and sovereign sun.It is a place of relentless spectacle, of sheer visibility, but of a luminocity so intense that it can be disorientating, even blinding. It is thus a place in which what is most fully exposed has perhaps the best chance of remaining secret."

la vie

σφίγγεις τη λάμα
γυμνό μου χέρι
κι όσο πληγώνεις
τόσο ματώνεις

an invented event is de facto a false event

Liar's paradox is of zero value

you can both invent and discover a lie
but you can only discover a truth

το δοκίμιο είναι η συγνώμη του συγγραφέα

M_e_AN_ing

mechanic monsters

Slowly the chest opened and the girl was surprised to feel a warmth caressing her cheeks. It seduced her to look downward. And somehow, the box had grown into water. She put her hand in. It was deeper than she could reach. She looked down again and it was as if she was viewing the water from the top of a cliff.

Should she jump in?

Something was in the water. Something horrible.

Should I jump in? she said.

No. I shall dive in. And so she did, despite the unmentionable that lurked in the depths.


She saw the big jaws opening and she dived right into Leviathan's abyss.She sled through the dark tunnel and landed in its belly.She got her zippo out of her pocket to light a cigarette.Things smelled nusty in there.The dim light revealed the surroundings.A big cedar tree on the background, an orange box , something that looked like an antenna, a ship's patch (with number 714 on it), a broken rocking chair with some verses scratched on the seat ("Th..re’s a cancer ..n the smallest bones In the sm...lest breeze"), a BNP old blank check...So much debris around.The condition was far from human, though somehow very banal at the same time.She found a piece of fish net and hung it as hammock from the tree branches.The swaying and the distant sea sounds were somehow a comfort.She thought of a playful friend and dreamed of herself as a double.She opened and closed her eyelids many times, she sung songs , read old newspapers till the lighter went off.The journey kept on, she figured it was the third day by now while
she yawned wide loud.And so did the beast.The hydraulic jaws opened once again and the morning light pored in.She got up, crawled to the mouth of the mechanic white fellow and found herself in front of a Japanese group taking pictures frantically.She stepped out of her filthy host, stretched her back and read the big sign : "Yunibāsaru Sutajio" .

God's words obey trivialism

ναυμαχία 22/42

galleries

Οι πλάτες μας γυρισμένοι ακάλυπτοι.
Οι σκέψεις μας σκαλοπάτια άρρυθμα,
άναρθρων σχέσεων.Σε χίλιους τοίχους
ακούγονται συλλογές απ'τα φωνήματά μας.
Παράδοξο. Οι μοίρες εγγράφουν
τις συντεταγμένες μας σε μια συνάντηση
(όχι εγώ, όχι εσύ).Κάτω απ΄το δέρμα των δρόμων
ενώνονται οι φλέβες μας.Το βλέμμα
στρέφεται στον πηχτό αέρα ανάμεσα,
στο λευκό θόρυβο της ανάσας μας, χωρίς λέξεις.
Ναι, η ποίηση θα έρθει.Αργότερα.

Weekend Hobb(ie)s

(what am I supposed to do with your secret?)

The smallest bones

My God
It’s an eternity
Waiting for thee

There’s a cancer
In the smallest bones
In the smallest breeze

And the houses
Have not grown their wings
We’ve no sleep
Among those stars

And our streets flow
Downward from those hills
They don’t get very far

And my Lord
It’s an eternity
Waiting for thee

And my Lord
It’s an eternity
Waiting for thee

acoustic beat

/the heart as an ear/the ear as a mouth/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beat_%28acoustics%29

इन मीडिया रेस

U will always
be more than I think
and less than I feel

(and who shall I say is calling?)