May 24, 2011

Becoming a god - Tesla's Way

"What I said in regard to the greatest achievement of the man of science whose mind is bent upon the mastery of the physical universe, was nothing more than what I stated in one of my unpublished addresses, from which I quote:

'According to an adopted theory, every ponderable atom is differentiated from a tenuous fluid, filling all space merely by spinning motion, as a whirl of water in a calm lake. By Being set in movement this fluid, the ether, becomes gross matter. Its movement arrested, the primary substance reverts to its normal state. It appears, then, possible for man through harnessed energy of the medium and suitable agencies for starting and stopping ether whirls to cause matter to form and disappear.

At his command, almost without effort on his part, old worlds would vanish and new ones would spring into being. He could alter the size of this planet, control its seasons, adjust its distance from the sun, guide it on its eternal journey along any path he might choose through the depths of the universe. He could make planets collide and produce his suns and stars, his heat and light; he could originate life in all its infinite forms. To cause at will the birth and death of matter would be man's grandest deed, which would give him the master of physical creation, make him fulfill his ultimate destiny.'"

~Nikola Tesla, Transmission of Electrical Energy Without Wires (1904)

A very interesting piece, for sure, and very reminiscent of Pinky and the Brain, in terms of grandness.

But is mastering physical creation really man's ultimate destiny? And if so, how close are we to achieving it?

May 9, 2011

Pride and Prejudice

Elizabeth Bennet: (…) I wonder who first discovered the power of poetry in driving away love?
Mr. Darcy: I thought that poetry was the food of love.
Elizabeth Bennet: Of a fine stout love, it may. But if it is only a vague inclination I'm convinced one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead.

~Pride and Prejudice

I find that writing bad poems helps expunge any sad feeling I may nurture--definitely recommend it as medicine! :)

What about you?

Broken Tin Man

What once had filled me with such joy and made me whole
Has turned to bitter acid and bored a wide hole
Straight through the well-polished sheets of my brand new heart.
And all it once contained is now leaking away
Down my tin cheeks; all that’s left is rust and decay.

What strange feeling is leaving me felled as a tree?
No mill wrighting can fix this sudden amputee;
No helicoils may weld back what’s been rent apart.
I open my chest, unscrew the metallic scrap
And stare… Where there was a heart, now stands a vast gap.

And the wizard who gave it me has departed
Out of reach in some land as of yet unchartered.
There is no more magic left or any dark art
For those scrapped in this arcane world of joy and pain.
Like Humpty, I can’t be put together again.