Observation #765

 

We drove past the Ford dealer yesterday and all I could see were trucks.  Not a single car in sight.  Is that all people are driving – trucks?  

Just what is it that everybody is hauling around?  Not everyone has a bale of hay they need to transport.  I don’t see all that many pianos going down the freeway.  So, what’s up with all the trucks? 

I know the advertisers throw around the term, cargo space.  So, where is all this cargo?  What is cargo?  A friend of mine has cargo pants.  I expect if they were in the back of a truck, they’d get blown out and be laying along the road somewhere.  I don’t recall seeing any pants along the road, just usually the one shoe.

 

 

 

 ZC

Something to think about

 

Gravity is actually a type of adhesive.  Although similar to the glue used on Post-it notes, it has many more applications and is known throughout the universe.

 

 

 zc

A Little Known Document

 

Everything has to agree before anything can happen.  All of the light and each shadow needs to approve.  Every tree, branch and leaf also, not to mention the surrounding space, like the ground and sky above.  If even one thing doesn’t agree, then none of it can be in the picture.

That is what must happen before your camera can accept the landscape in front of it.  Either it all squeezes in through the lens together or no one gets in.  That is the secret Mr. Kodak figured out so many years ago.

Held in secret, his negotiations with Nature allowed the cameras of the day to function.  Prior to getting a signed agreement, things appeared out-of-focus, distorted or simply upside down.   This signed agreement has been locked away in the basement of the Smithsonian since May 23, 1892.

 

 

 ZC

Side note:

Due the the Salem witchcraft issue of the time, these negotiations had to remain private.  It wouldn't have taken much for cameras to be deemed evil.

Off-Center Geometry

 

I don’t think it is so much a parallel universe as it is just a little off center from ours.   I see things, at least I think I just saw someone, but as soon as I focus or pay closer attention, there is nothing or no one there.

 

We have established math as a science.  It makes sense to us and is dependable, however, what if math within the other universe is somehow different, allowing a tilt or an off-center condition to exist and make sense to them?

 

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🌀 Off‑center geometry: the concise core

    Takeaway: If another universe uses slightly different geometric or probabilistic rules, then its space could lean relative to ours. That lean would create moments where presence from their world grazes the edge of our perception—visible in the margins, gone when examined directly.

📐 How geometry defines reality

Our geometry assumes:

• Parallel lines never meet
• Angles behave predictably
• Space is smooth and continuous
• Objects occupy fixed positions

But imagine a universe where:

• Parallel lines curve toward each other
• Angles drift depending on attention
• Space has a gentle wobble
• Position is probabilistic, not fixed

    In such a place, “being somewhere” is not a binary condition. It’s a gradient. Presence can smear, drift, or partially overlap with neighboring realities.

This is the kind of geometry where your peripheral vision becomes a doorway.

🌫️ Why you glimpse them only indirectly

Focused attention is a stabilizer. It forces reality to snap into the rules of our math.

Peripheral attention is permissive. It allows anomalies, overlaps, and soft presences.

So when you look directly, you’re not losing the figure—you’re forcing it to obey a geometry it was never built for.

It’s like trying to photograph fog: the act of focusing destroys the very thing you’re trying to capture.

🔮 What “off‑center” really means

Think of two universes as two spinning tops. If they’re perfectly aligned, they never touch. If one is tilted by even a fraction of a degree, their edges brush.

That brush is what you’re sensing.

Not a ghost. Not a hallucination. Not a parallel world. Just a neighboring geometry drifting close enough for your awareness to graze it.

🧭 A deeper layer: math as culture

We treat math as universal truth. But what if math is more like language—something a universe speaks?

Our universe speaks Euclid, Newton, Hilbert. Theirs might speak something closer to:

• Non‑linear identity math
• Tilted probability fields
• Attention‑responsive geometry
• Soft‑boundary topology

In their world, “off‑center overlap” might be as ordinary as sunrise.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Need a Buck

 

I’ve noticed that when talking to myself the topic of conversation is all over the place.  I don’t seem to stick to any subject very long.  I wonder if that inner voice is at all connected to my attention span. 

It is sort of like opening up an Amazon box.  I want to see what is in it but I am also in a hurry to open the next one to find what’s waiting in there.  And yes, I do tend to forget what it was I ordered.

I don’t remember being like this as a child.  Of course, there were different things in my life back then, with different priorities.  My primary motivation back then was to hurry and get outside so I could play baseball with the neighborhood kids. 

I still have my mitt but at this age there aren’t many asking me to come out and play.  In my mind I’d have no problem playing ball.  The reality, of course, is my physical self would not be able to cooperate.  It would be like trying to open one of these Amazon boxes.  Without my little Buck knife it would never happen.

 

 

ZC

 

 

 

 

 

at 20 cents each

 

There is a fragrance in the country

doesn’t cross the city lines

I doubt that it’s the tulips

I’d say it’s the bovines.

 

There’s a tractor on the four-lane

with a driver chewing hay,

doesn’t hear the line of honking

doesn’t know he’s in the way,

 

On the corner little Suzie

selling lemonade she peeled

when a city boy came passing

around the tractor he did squeal,

 

When the Chevy hit the Dixie cups

they couldn’t have flown higher

Suzie quickly added up 

said, “Yippie, I retire.”

ZC

Tough Decisions

 

There is a nickel and a few pennies in the boy’s pocket.  He stands before the candy counter trying to select the best thing he can get for his money.  Does he pick the thing with the most in it, or the new, untried thing with the colorful wrapper?  Should he stick to the one he knows tastes the best or the one whose flavor lasts the longest?  This isn’t such a simple decision. 

Fast forward several years.  The boy is now a grown man, standing on the showroom floor, surrounded by colorful, new automobiles.  Some convertibles, some with an extra seat way in the back, a few with powerful motors and some very small, boasting good gas mileage.  Not such a simple choice.

But he finally selects one and drives home, eager to show the family.  He sees his wife standing in the driveway and thinks she is excited to see their new family car, but she looks angry.  As he pulls in and steps out of the car she says, “Larry, I’ve had it.  We have company coming over tonight and I have spent the day cleaning, so just when can we get rid of that chalk outline?”

 

 

 

 ZC