Time’s super-ball

Things do not always perform the way we expect and time combined with space definitely behaves strangely. It’s like a superball in that you have to accept its properties are real before you can begin to accept such a thing exists.

• SuperBalls were invented in 1964 by chemist Norman Stingley by compressing a synthetic rubber material under high pressure. It is an extremely elastic ball made of Zectron and has amazing properties. Dropped from shoulder level, Super Balls snap nearly all the way back; thrown down by an average adult, it can leap over a three-story building.

You exist not in space and time nor space-time but in a space-time-continuum . Neither space nor time exist without the motion implied by a continuumn since a non-expanding space remains dimensionless and time a stillborn concept. And there is no continuum from this marriage of space and time without the continuity of both.

Due to its existence in a continuum the universe comprises space impregnated with a single time stamp and time comprises the story of the universe.

The universe stretches from that moment the continuum began and lasts as long as the continuum lies unbroken. Just as the continuum began as a random act of chaos it will end in Chaos’ turmoil. The continuum, time and space are finite but Chaos is eternal.

You, the child of this continuum, are its witness; an unreliable witness prejudiced by your parentage.

You don’t see the universe of this instant but the legacy of time and space throughout the universe’s history.

Because of your origin whichever way you look the furthest point is the same, it is the moment; the physical point and instant where our universe began. And by the precise oddity given by the human view, the location of the Big Bang is hidden in irresolvable mystery; it is found in every direction of our sky.

As you look out into a line of space every point beyond it is continuous with that before. This must be so for expanding space must retain continuity. From you onwards, outwards until the very edge of time, continuity remains. But space grows smaller, tighter as you approach the start. Time is locked to space as it grows smaller and also as you approach that with which it all began. The furthest start is the beginning of time, a point stretched across the total of the sky.

The Flows of Time.

Evolution, Life, the Universe and all that lies within are built from the past and seem to have direction. All records stream from old to new. And as knowledge gained floats us ever onward, the eternal path of evolution provides things of the past with new complexities permeating all that once was and is.

The great power of evolution is the art of bringing the past into the present to defeat the imprisonment of singular time. But it is evolution itself that is the greatest benefactor of time’s forward flow and it has learnt to make the most of its advantage.

By this means the past has evolved so that universal-time is not just an instant. The complex of mass-time-space now holds the records of what was and memory now exists; an unexpected spawn of Chaos.

But is reality a construct only of the past, a fabrication of what has been but is no more?

The Gift from Chaos.

This single universe in which you dwell is the continuum which other men have mapped for you. It seems to hold both space and time as separate things, distinct in nature as well as objects alive with energy, air, fire and water but their vitality misleads. The separateness of the streams isn’t so nor is the nature of the elements. All this we who now live and learn can know and whether we choose to know it is a choice not always available to other generations.

The true gift bestowed on you alone is this moment of this continuum and its choices. It is from here you can inherit things modern humans have come to know. Time and space are a unity, a mystic flow within the unique eternal chaos. Interchanges of mass with energy provide the other essential element; they are the rigid accountants of this continuum’s continuity. By this gift you belong in this particular continuum not another. And time is yours to measure.

You need these streams if you are to observe and see the evolution flowing out of chaos.

Your discontinuity embraces all.

Eternally beyond the measure of time there will be eternal chaos enfolding eternal chaos and the manifold realities of the continua.

But there is a single truth behind your world- whatever you see, feel, think, touch or know there once was only Chaos. It hasn’t changed, Chaos still prevails, the difference now is you. But even before you came all this that is was journeying to this destiny.  The time stream flows from Chaos up to you. Time spread out permeating all of space the singular time-space defining the shape of all you know. But the continuity from you to chaos through all of this must hold. It is only then that you are this fleeting observer.

The legacy of Continuity

It’s difficult when there’s only you to see things as they are.

But others have been here and seen it too; their legacy is yours.

With their help, their insistence your firmament obtains.

Their voice, their number sways the vote, unfairly bends your view.

But only continuity, constant continuity, preserves the world and unifies the stars.

You are alone, you have no friend or master.

There are views in, of and across Chaos that allow wild things to be and mankind is one of them. Mankind is a trace seen amongst the specks, disjoints and flows of chaos but whatever the attributes of mankind are they have little to do with you.  Chaos’s infinity delivers instruments allowing chaos to be observed. These are products of chaos which means nothing can be implied by their existence; no purpose or end just a state of ‘what is’. Life is another of chaos’ means and together with infinite other events, it also comes to be. In this process mankind becomes an instrument but not the observer of chaos, that role is left to you.

Mankind is not alone. There are other elements and other streams and things that remain disjoint, un-sensed, un-knowable aloof from mankind; they too are parts of universes and other perceptions of chaos. But your real concern is mankind, your universe and the individual isolate being that is you. 

You  and Chaos are all there is. You are alone, a singular event built by unreasoning, unmotivated Chaos to serve this task; a device enabling you to see yourself in its realms. You are the observer. You are the device. It is no special honor that Chaos has bestowed; it is what is and it limits you in what you can do, see, sense and learn.

Concepts are the uneven bond between your being and the infinite magnitude of Chaos. Time is the primary concept from which your universe is viewed but time doesn’t exist alone. Time permeates space and there is only one time-space in this part of chaos.  Space-time is like density is to mass and space, changed by stretching of one or other of its parts. The device that is you sees time as spread over space but another form from Chaos’ many channels might see all space spread over a single time. You do not.  And Chaos has delivered very little to you on which you can work. Your birth and death are marks in time that define the useful span of you as a short time-span-device fulfilling what appears to you alone to be a plan. You are an accident on an immense scale, an accident of chaotic pattern and no one else shares this time, this unique view of Chaos.

You have taken this ability from Chaos to see its inner workings but you will have to give it up, you have no choice. This union between you and Chaos is unequal; the minute, fleeting twitch of fate pitched against the infinite. Initiated by Chaos without care or knowing, these continual accidents have no impact on the infinite chaos that is Chaos. Whatever you see, sense or do Chaos will remain present in all its infinite forms where you never were and will no longer be.

Memories that unite us all.

The universe needs no memory to exist but we are part of a memory tree.

A tree with roots in chaos, its trunk in all that is and a branching crown that is aware.

See the roots and there is the union between disorder and continuity, time playing with patterns that continue in repetitions of the same; chemicals, molecules, atoms, mighty planets not one of them with a sense of here or there.

Look at the trunk  and see the start of memory, mindless remnants of repetition and time. The sounds of wind echoing in the hollows, magnetic fields that linger in the rocks, the inter-reactions that leave familiar traces in the soil; these are memories that unite us all. But they are just a part of memories evolvement, a side alley as they are not aware; they know not one of the other and still they have no care.

High up in the branches of this tree we view all that has ever been. We are aware, we know and think. We remember and without this gift there is merely chaos and we don’t exist. But memory came into being late in the evolution of order from chaos. It was not preordained it has no ancestry it is and always was a part of chaos’s endless formations.

And once memory sat amongst the stars and atoms, learning spewed from Chaos’s infinite grasp.

And life.

And knowledge.

Evolution too.