Eternity – Harmonia Philosophica

Give care. Give love. For ever…

Robbie Pinter’s 21-year-old son, Nicholas, is upset again. He yells. He obsesses about something that can’t be changed. Even good news may throw him off.

So Dr. Pinter breathes deeply, as she was taught, focusing on each intake and release. She talks herself through the crisis, reminding herself that this is how Nicholas copes with his autism and bipolar disorder.

“This has happened before”, she tells herself. “It’s nowhere near as bad as before, and it will pass”. (1)

Think of time as a dimension.
Then travel back to that dimension.
Go and see Pinter as he tries to calm.
Go and see Pinter as he loves his child.

This has happened before.

And it is always happening…

Give love. For ever…

[written on 1/8/2014]

Telling time…

In music, sports and other activities, we calculate movement in two different parts of the brain: One type of anticipatory timing relies on memories from past experiences. The other on rhythm. Both are critical to our ability to navigate and enjoy the world, and scientists have found they are handled in two different parts of the brain. (1)

But there is nothing in the past.

Everything is now.

Here, living with you.

Destroyed the very moment you stop thinking about them.

But there is no rhythm.

Everything is in and out of sync.

Within the soil, with the worms eating the earth.

Up in the stars, within the galaxies and through the cosmos.

The cosmos is dancing.

Only if you listen to the music.

You can see the past and the rhythm if you believe in time.

But you will never see time if you see the past and feel the rhythm.

For it is then that you will realize that there is nothing which passes by, only things which are. A dancer does not expect the end of the music. He just moves in thin air with the expectation of eternity in his every step. A dreamer does not feel that those beautiful moments have passed. He just cries smiles with the firm belief of eternity in his every tear.

Look outside the window.

There is rain pouring down.

Why do you smile then?

Predict what is not…

Artificial neural networks – algorithms inspired by connections in the brain – have ‘learned’ to perform a variety of tasks, from pedestrian detection in self-driving cars, to analyzing medical images, to translating languages. Now, researchers are training artificial neural networks to predict new stable materials. (1)

Using an unstable network. To predict the existence of stability.

For what is will always be. And only what is not can ever detect it.

Through eternity the specks of present pass by.

Making it shine through the aeons…

Active mountains… Small flowers…

New research helps explain why the structure of some mountains continues to evolve long after the tectonic forces that formed them cease. (1)

Mountains remaining active for millions of years.

Seemingly eternal.

But in fact, as fragile as the smallest flower.

Look at it.

It is more important.

It is stronger.

Because, unlike the mountain, it knows that it is not…

Roses. Genetics. Wild flowers.

Modern roses have had a crazy history of blending genes from eight to 20 species, so decoding the DNA hodgepodge has been difficult. Rose breeders have opted for “showy plants,” says molecular geneticist Mohammed Bendahmane of École Normale Supérieure in Lyon, France. In the process, fragrances dwindled, and efforts to build them back in have not been fabulous.

By decoding the genetics of an heirloom variety, a fragrant pink China rose called “Old Blush,” an international team of researchers has uncovered some new targets to tweak. That roster of genes plus an analysis of scent revealed at least 22 previously uncharacterized biochemical steps the plants can use to make terpene compounds, which help give roses their perfume, researchers reported on April 30, 2018 in Nature Genetics. (1)

Roses are red. Roses smell nice.

We will soon make them smell even better.

Because we know what controls their scent.

But we will never succeed.

Because smelling nice does not suffice.

In the future we will have the greatest roses of them all. The best roses in the history of the planet. But we will have lost our soul. Left it inside the lab, while creating roses. A world full of roses, but with no one to sit down and smell them. Because they are too pre-occupied to make them smell.

Let the roses die.

Find a wild flower to smell.

And their scent will come back…