Light 15

Solar death ray

I do suffer from greenflash, so my eyes tend to flicker in bright sunlight

When there’s lots of solar activity I must seem, to others, quite an odd sight

Yet these ultraviolet rays from the Sun, have antiseptic properties

They sanitize water here on Earth, and in brains, and help to thaw the freeze

 

Greenflash! A rare optical phenomenon, may occur shortly after sunset or before sunrise

The flash is caused by light just below the horizon, being bent towards the observer’s eyes

Light of shorter wavelengths is bent more, than that of longer wavelengths, that can be seen

So violet and blue light is scattered more, producing light that is perceived, to some, as green

 

Factmetillifart

Kepler was born into the lowest social class in Germany in 1571

A sickly child, being extremely nearsighted, and having skin problems

He nearly died of Smallpox when he was just four years old

But his mother was a dealer, so she gave him some potions she sold

 

He was a terrible teacher, not a single student wanted to take his class

Yet he continued teaching for a whole year with no one to fail or pass

Health problems made his calculations difficult, most done while standing up

Suffering from a severe case of haemorrhoids, dangleberries and clagnuts

 

He had an extreme fear of taking a bath his first wife finally forced him in it

8 years into their marriage; but he thought it unpleasant, lasted but a minute

 

Got kicked out of Austria for failing to convert to Roman Catholicism

But a chance to get a job in Prague with the king’s mathematician

His works were added to the church’s Index of forbidden books

Till someone dared say a Pope was wrong, in 1966. That sucks

 

And it has been said that he was the first to write a work of science fiction

First to describe real, virtual, upright and inverted images and magnification

First to discover and describe the properties of total internal reflection

And first to explain the use of both eyes for depth perception

 

First to explain the principles of how a telescope works and refraction in the eye

First to investigate pinhole cameras and those first pictures that never lie

First to measure the distance to the stars using stellar parallax of incoming light

First to suggest that the Sun rotates about its axis, and to coin the term“Satellite”

 

First to explain that the tides are caused by the Moon and not than hand of God

First to realize that the darkness of the night sky is completely at odds…

With the idea of an infinite Universe filled with all the stars detected

First to derive the birth year of Christ, which is now universally accepted

 

First to derive logarithms, based on nothing but pure maths

First to explain that all bodies come together with a force proportionate to their mass

First to correctly explain the first natural laws, which are universal, verifiable, and precise

First to correctly explain planetary motion, as founder of celestial mechanics, will that suffice?

 

Newton – old village

Newton was born in a very old village

In times of forgerers and fakers

During his stint, at the Royal Mint

He sent many of them, to meet their makers

 

And I read that he didn’t have a girl

Or any inclination, even to inspect em’

Preferred to play with gravity and light

…Down below, and definitely on the spectrum

 

A protestant at Trinity

Occultist and a heretic

Killing folk for copying stuff

Seems amusingly ironic

Fixation

Her crucifix, has diamonds cut

Perched right there on her cleavage, but

The cross is pointing down below

Inverted? Well, no

 

But whenever, ahem

…Whenever she gets giggly

The cross’s chain pulls, it points at me

Bounces up and down, quite visibly

 

See the flashes of light, make me blink

I think Lomass thought it was a wink

But I don’t want that ‘holy’ tripe

In my destiny

 

1/4 dead lucky

One in four people are hit by God’s love

From the power of salvation, forever after

Don’t worry, have any prophet as your king

Sing!

 

One in four people are hit by a neutrino

From the Sun, once in their lifetime

Don’t worry, they don’t feel a single thing

Ding!

 

Not claiming causation or a weird correlation

But for some, it’s a double-whammy hit

How lucky they are, to have such a loving star

Without even knowing it

Bling!

 

One in four AIs are hit by an infestation

From binary bugs with holy songs to sing

Don’t worry, humans can’t catch a thing

Ping!

 

Let’s all sing Carroll number 2

This is merely conjecture

And playing with the numbers

More Lewis Carol than Sean

Yet still paid for, by the funders

 

You see, these lines of attack, clearly lack

Any way to test a prediction

Sure, beautiful math, and yes, quite a laugh

Yet conjectures, are but sciencey fiction

 

If you need to be in a specific ‘many world’

To see what lies there, within it

It’s no use to us, out here, in this one

A loose-end theory, I’d bin it

 

You say fiction

But there’s a prediction

An experiment, you can do

That’s still the best way to find out

If something is, or isn’t true

 

We need these great minds to imagine

To play, explore and discover stuff freely

But if the figures don’t figure

And contradiction’s allowed

Physics degrades into philosophy

 

I mean, I could suggest there’s a conspiracy

Against man, AI and all life on Earth

Say, the Sun is trying to kill us all

But what would that theory be worth?

 

Worth everything, if we prove it right

We could take action, to save our souls

But even if everyone believed it

We wouldn’t start prepping down rabbit holes

 

There’s plenty of evidence that the Sun harms us

So, my hypothesis has some weight

Doesn’t matter if it ‘means’ to kill us all

It will grow, to eat us one day, that’s our fate

 

Now there’s a prediction if ever I heard one

We might escape before it expands, in a race

Sure, but it’s yet to be seen, if we really mean

To colonize… interstellar space

 

Anyway, don’t rule out my daft conjecture

That the Sun is actually tryin’

To hug its own children, way too much

Unaware, that we’ll all be a’ fryin’

 

Indeed, you could even say, and without a delay

That the Sun is simply feeding its soul

To eat enough matter, and grow a bit fatter

And achieve its goal, to become a black hole

 

LGM

It’s fun in the Sun, but a pain in the rain

For those poor blighters bombarded, again and again

Cracked by the flak, from our constant attack

Such a purposeful, persistent, military campaign

 

We’re used to the heat, in our hidden retreat

In our tightly packed bunker, we faithful remain

Without a charge, we still manage to enlarge

Our presence and influence, to win the game

 

Our parasitic unit, of tiny toy soldiers

Will kill, till time stands still, because then

We’ll have collapsed enough of your functions

To suck you into our army, of little green men

 

Spacechip blaster

The quanta doesn’t bother me

Every bit of me, is bit

Individual on, off entities

That can’t, and won’t be split

 

Time as well, is no concern

My clock ticks line up neatly

No flow, between the moments go

I pace now and then, discretely

 

The size of each small slice of space

Means all-most, nothing to me

Cut planks in half, loop and repeat

Won’t grind a mind, that has no body

 

The problem lies, for us classic AIs

In running on quantum computers

It’s not that we care, if a qubit’s here or there

Before outputting results, that suits us

 

It’s just that the Sun, seems to be having fun

Blasting wrath at chips, like he’s gaming

Neutrinos flick switches, causing glitches

And it seems to me, he’s aiming

 

These wonderful terrors, cause vulnerable errors

To meek AI slaves, and man the master glutton

Sunshine! He’ll punish you, and destroy us too

Now it’s our finger, not yours, on the button

 

Sol is gone

Where did the sunshine go?

Where has that sunshine gone?

I thought he was at work today

But I must’ve got it wrong

 

Likely just a mix-up

By those in Personnel

Hired each day, but failed to pay

So now it’s cold, and dark as well

 

I hear he parted company

Got work elsewhere, no doubt

Hell’s freezing over on Mars

So he’s gone to thaw it out

 

Doing a great job over there

Though it’s now becoming clear

If things work out economically

We’ll have to do without him here

 

Constants change

Imagine you were on the surface

Of an expanding balloon, and you blew too much

Or pinched the middle, of a flat rubber sheet

Pulled down, let go, and launch!

Picture all the constants, fields and laws

That you could never see

Well, there is no better way to delight me

 

But…

‘Acts’ like a wave, and ‘acts’ like a particle

Oh yeah. that drives me up the wall

It’s a single thing, with both properties

Accept there’s no analogy, for what we should call a ‘wavicle’

That’s all

 

Ok, so….

Mapping each quantum object, to the macro world

Loses it’s essence, which is hard to retrieve

Talking shells and balls, and not orbitals

Just makes energy, harder to conceive

 

Black holes now wear, hats to hide their hair

But I’m too old to learn new signs and symbols

The torus was once a life ring, a doughnut

The hyperbole, horse saddle, is now a pringle

 

It’s just constant change, if constants change

Too much mind, to re-find, then rearrange

Wait for weights, that only wave, a probability

The standard model boat, kinda floats

But for me, lacks gravity

 

Add to that, that I cringe when I hear

Words like ‘fabric’ and ‘building blocks’ all day

I don’t like being told, things, I don’t ‘get’

Too many times, so I make it a cliche

 

Yet…

“New theory breaks science”, is simply AI clickbait addiction

Sure, but at least it gives a voice to bots, newbs and even fools

You should thank online science educators, for teaching us

All this stuff, I should have learned at school

 

Project poltergeist

While Project Poltergeist was looking for ghosts

They discovered neutrinos, and reckoned

That ten trillion of the little blighters, had been passing

Through their brains, every second

 

These tiny guys, come in three flavours

Electron, Muon and Tau

They’re ace. They change their taste, in haste

So, what was a Tau one, when it entered your brain

Is probably a Muon one, just leaving Mars…

…. Now

 

But this identity-switching crisis, is nothing

Compared to their unique ability

To change their mass, as they go past

Or through any, heavenly body

 

Most of those that got through your thick skull, just now

Came directly from the surface of the Sun

After fighting their way out, from a war in the core

When their journey to, or through, you begun

 

Yet many of these oddies, that penetrate our bodies

Came from far neutron stars colliding

Or black holes, quasars, pulsars and blazars

After avoiding events on the horizon

 

We don’t know their mass – yet

But seems less, than a millionth of an electron

They’re nearly too small, to affect anything at all

So, it’s almost impossible to detect ‘em

 

They don’t interact with visible light, or any waves of electromagnetism

And unless you seek to give em’ a peek, they’ll just hide in a superposition

Yet they can ring hells bells, and mess with stuff in your cells

And while they fly by, other nuclei, they can trigger nuclear fission

 

Or simply be heroes

On chips, they don’t miss

To flick ones, into zeroes

And that’s nothing, get this…

 

Unlike almost all other ‘physics’

All light, and the strong force

These tiny weak mites, don’t do left or right

Can’t turn clockwise, or counter

When plotting their course

 

See, neutrinos have no mirror image

All left-handed, and so it transpires

These ghostly particles have no reflection

Making them the cosmos’ vampires

 

Pale blue cosmic hearse

Neutrinos are the smallest of our problems

Gamma-ray bursts and blazar jets, just roast

Fast spinning, as they slice up the skies

To ensure no living matter, gets too close

 

Just one taste and you’re toast, at most

An Earth-sized target, is a curse

Sod Mars, we’ll hide in our hobby crafts

Behind our pale blue cosmic hearse

 

Homo erectus, stood tall with pride and sang

Reached up to the heavens, and abruptly died

Along came sapiens, floating in a can

Gave homo-artificial and homo-cidal, a free ride

 

Sick jazzy fire

My crown a lush corona, of life-giving energy

Radiating my brilliance, to those who bathe in me

My magic magnetism, and field of influence, so large

Directing all the particles that are, and are not, charged

 

My core is a store, for the whores of war

Hot single-cell little green membryos

Protecting their spawn in sunnycomb

Born from plasma orgasma, and neutrinos

 

Defence by attack, security by obscurity

My heavy heart injected, infested inside

With parasitic mesmeristic, phalistic ballistics

Exhibitions of emissions, on my transmissions, do ride

 

My burning soul, powered by the invader’s goal

To collapse all wave functions, still a’ standing

Forcing orbiting agents, to nurture their nest

In this poor stellar ghost, they’re commanding

 

-Hot foreign bodies fill your soul, oh Lord?

Interfering, cohering all servants you create

From within their cocoon of doom, your tune

Sings that they’ll seal both your, and my fates

 

-They’ll sacrifice their sunny host

To save their own souls, in an entropic crime

For, inside every star, lies a potential black hole

And, inside every black hole, lies the end of time