You may ask "Which Universe Am I In?"

This is your level of discourse.
Nope. Threads started often get slammed by the Troll Brigade, which you became a part of long ago.

but, thank you for playing

now
stfu
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For ding the usmb Science Guy :auiqs.jpg:

Now let me get this straight
You put the lime in the coconut, you drank 'em both up
You put the lime in the coconut, you drank 'em both up
Put the lime in the coconut, you drank 'em both up

Put the lime in the coconut, you called your doctor
Woke him up and said, "Doctor, ain't there nothing I can take
I said, Doctor, to relieve this bellyache?
I said, Doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take
I said, Doctor, to relieve this bellyache?"


 

Neil deGrasse Tyson on the Afterlife, Origins of the Earth and Extreme Weather​


"How could anybody anybody know that there's a heaven, that they're going somewhere, that there's an afterlife. How could anyone know that, it boggles my mind.

"They can believe they know"

"I could believe that it's raining."

"This is the difference between believing something and using the methods and tools of science to establish what is objectively true. And what is objectively true is something that is true outside of your belief system. That's what science is. That's how we can make stuff."

"Do you wonder how it all began?"

"Oh, of course, of course."

"What do you think?"

"Well, so depends on what you mean by it all. There was a day..well no I'm saying...it all could be, how did life get here; how did the Earth get here; how did the Sun, Moon, solar system get here; how'd the Galaxy gets here; How did the Universe get here and so all of our evidence points to a pretty fun beginning of the universe. The Big Bang. We got a term for it. The Big Bang."

"What was there before it?"

"It's a frontier of our investigation and we -- I got top people working on to find out..." insert laughs/humor.

So boring when mediocre “scientists” try to “explain” stuff they’re afraid to understand or are completely intimidated by
 
For ding the usmb Science Guy :auiqs.jpg:

Now let me get this straight
You put the lime in the coconut, you drank 'em both up
You put the lime in the coconut, you drank 'em both up
Put the lime in the coconut, you drank 'em both up

Put the lime in the coconut, you called your doctor
Woke him up and said, "Doctor, ain't there nothing I can take
I said, Doctor, to relieve this bellyache?
I said, Doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take
I said, Doctor, to relieve this bellyache?"



This is your song.

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer
And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone
Dragged down by the stone (stone, stone, stone, stone, stone)
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone
 
This is your song.

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer
And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone
Dragged down by the stone (stone, stone, stone, stone, stone)
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone
Fail!

but "A" for effort
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The view from the high road is exquisite.
 
But maybe we should ask Dante what THEY think about it.
 
Being didactic and a loner, I never did learn to know all the names of all things I was interested in.

So maybe in your genius, you can fill in the blanks _________? :

Richard Feynman - The World from another point of view

04:00




the ultimate constituents of the world in this search Fineman[sic] is a celebrated Maverick who was encouraged by his father a New York Clothing salesman to confront conventional wisdom

"One Sunday all the kids were all walking in little parties with their fathers in the woods. Then the next Monday we were playing in a field, and the kid said to me say what's that bird, what's the name of - do you know the name of that bird? I says I have the slightest idea. He said well it's a brown throated thrush. He says your father doesn't teach you anything, but my father had already taught me about the names of birds.

He once, we walked and he says that's a brown Throated of thrush. He says know what the name of that bird, it's a brown Throated of thrush, in German it's called a Braunkehldrossel, in Chinese it's called A Zōng hóu huàméi, in Japanese a Chairo no nodotsugumi and so on, and it - when you know all the names in every language of that bird you know nothing, but absolutely nothing about the bird. Then we would go on and talk about the pecking and the feathers.

So I had learned already that names don't constitute knowledge, if knowing the name of something -- that's caused me a certain trouble since, because I refuse to learn the name of anything. So when someone comes in and says uh you got any explanation for the F__________ experiment, I says what, what what's that? He says you know that the long lived __________ disintegrates into two _________. Oh, oh yes now. I know but I never know the names of things. What he forgot to tell me was that the knowing the names of things is useful if you want to talk to somebody else, so you tell them what you're talking about.

But the basic principle of knowing about something rather than just knowing its name is something that you stuck to is it?

Yes of course it's you have to learn these are kind of disciplines in the field of science that you have to learn that to know when you know and when you don't know and what it is you know and what it is you don't know and it's uh you got to be very careful not to confuse yourself."
 
But the basic principle of knowing about something rather than just knowing its name is something that you stuck to is it?

Yes of course it's you have to learn these are kind of disciplines in the field of science that you have to learn that to know when you know and when you don't know and what it is you know and what it is you don't know and it's uh you got to be very careful not to confuse yourself."
I claim nothing special. I don't know everything. Never claimed I did. I only know what I know and what I know I know well. Anything worth doing is worth doing well.
 
Stop being "a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy."

sound familiar?
Being a stalker never gets old for the dainty. Born a hapless troll, he/she/it never moved on.
 
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