The World is an abstraction !

It sounds like a simple enough question and for the most part people would say no…. there is indeed more to the world then just abstract objects.

This attitude can however be misleading…. The world can never be as certain or as palatable as we may wish it to be. The simple fact is that humans, like all organisms (artificial or biological) are limited by:

   a)	The experiences that they have.
   b)	The maximum and minimum limits of there sensory systems.
   c)	The amount of data that they can comprehend.
   d)	The finite amount of time available to sample data.

Take the instance of, I have 2 items of type X in my hand. Again it sounds quite definite in its statement, ie: I have two X’s or X X. Now that is where the problem occurs for instance:

2*X simply is another representation of X
but XX is quite definitely composed of a X and of another, non identical X (for if they were perfectly identical we would only have X).

We can however group the two objects together and say that we have a group containing the objects X, X.

This stance is explainable and very difficult to prove wrong using just mathematical logic for we are after all proving that maths is consistent in a situation with mathematics…. So what makes the mathematics form which we derive our proof consistent in the first place…….. if we were to reason this argument to the end we may in fact see that maths falls back upon a set of basic fundamental rules of logic in order to prove its own consistency…. Again it is using these rules of logic we tried to prove its inconsistency !

Ahhhh the dog chases its own tail and nothing can seem to be true… but just abstract.

I argue that for all of those people looking for a theory of everything they must realise that they are in fact looking for the “Best Theory of Abstraction….” a BTA.

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Third eye

Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering.
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.

On my back and tumbling
Down that hole and back again
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.

In... Out... In... Out... In... Out...

A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question
to find I've known this all along.

"So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?"

Shroud-ing all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me.
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song...

"So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"

Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing the tail of dogma.
I opened my eye and there we were.

So good to see you once again
I thought that you were hiding from me.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.

Prying open my third eye.


Lyrics By Maynard James Keenan