QUOTES LATE DECEMBER 2015

"The universe, (in this sense of immortality with disposable worlds), is disposable, until it stops being dangerous!" ---Nathan Coppedge, via Quora, Dec 2015


"When it comes to perpetual motion, people are saying it's human nature to think the impossible. But I solved all paradoxes!" ---Nathan Coppedge

“[Paroxysm: 2nd Formulation] Equated with the problem, while contesting the obvious. With a subtle problem, the solution must be obvious. This points towards the use of opposites.” ---Nathan Coppedge


"Panic is always good. We can live up to that ideal, even if it isn't understood." ---Nathan Coppedge


"Maybe cold is to the second dimension what heat is to the third dimension... what identity is to the first dimension. The physical patterns of the first three dimensions seem to shape a number '7' the last element being the short end, surrounded by a circle. The fourth dimension thus must ignore the first two dimensions unless it involves perspective. Cold is the paradoxical 'C'. Heat is excessive energy, which reduces to information. The fourth dimension involves paradoxical properties, the resolution of which is the expansion into many dimensions." ---Nathan Coppedge, Dimensional Physics Toolkit (some years away).

"One can't contradict desire with the will; but determinism is inherently contradictory." ---Nathan Coppedge



"I won't deny that fate is addictive, but I will deny that freedom is condemned." ---Nathan Coppedge



"Today we authenticate truth; tomorrow we will derivate infinity." ---Nathan Coppedge


" 'Infinitely strange' is the literal definition of the quantum loops some people are talking about. And, I think basically that doesn't view the whole picture. 'Infinitely strange' is just an idea about how to not infinitely follow the loop. We need to remember there might still be something missing from the picture. Even reality might change, particularly if we are regarding different aspects of it. Physics, like philosophy, should aspire to range over things unseen. Some of them determining known laws."
---Nathan Coppedge


"I don't have a lot of faith, but I have some confidence" ---Nathan Coppedge, on the prospects of perpetual motion (2015).

"Identity is a great concept, but may in the end merely be an application for comprehending objects that exist in space. The objects vary so much that it is useless to call them just senses. Sometimes the objects are more real than the senses. Sometimes the sense comes from the object, and sometimes the sense IS the object." ---Nathan Coppedge, via Quora.


"Complexity is genuine nature. Perfection is genuine experience. Both are outside of development. Both are more universal than civilization." ---Nathan Coppedge, Spiritual Writings.

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THE METAPHYSICAL ART, BK. IV. "TIME'S TABLES"

[1] "The subtle art is indistinguishable from permutation."

[2] "Time is all of change."

[3] "The river lies beyond the sea."

[4] "Nature blooms amidst intuitions."

[5] "The sacred sound floats above the ground."

[6] "Patterns are unwoven in the laws of interpretation."

[7] "Figures are myths of memory."

[8] "Time fragments on its ends."

[9] History is the ideation of all capacities, present at all levels.

[10] It all depends on formulating an exceptional rule.

[11] Nature changes.

[12] Fools die, leaving genius eggs.

[13] Sometimes perspective merits a different system.

THE METAPHYSICAL ART, BK. III. "THE MIDDLE-AGES"

[1] "The subtle art is indistinguishable from magic..."

[2] The self contains its own essence, and knows less well the essences that lie beyond the self...

[3] Even so, the self is exceptional, and a measurement of things not contained within the self.

[4] What we notice in a dark room is substantially different from the same objects in a light room.

[5] Subtle laws can prove anything, however difficultly, with whatever exceptionality...

[6] These things exist in what Douglas Adams called 'the long dark teatime of the soul'...

[7] With proper nourishment (biscuits, sugared tea), life is indistinguishable from magic, to the sophisticate... His needs are provided for, and so, there is less reliance on reality...

[8] The magic of a sacred grove is revealed with mystery.

[9] Unfragmented steps lead beyond, into the universal...

[10] The magic of the universal may as well be ordinary.

[11] The first art of magic becomes the pursuit of the immortal...

[12] Life's intransitives fade into vignettes, cartoons, barely noticable.

[13] The best systems are left with a touch of everything, a miscellay, a roster, an establishment.

THE METAPHYSICAL ART, BK. II. "OLD PEOPLE"

[1]

A man examines many aspects of life, all of which are fragments.

"This fragment is transparent: that life is not a fragment..."

[2]

"Life begins when you carry a music-box..."

"You are on an island, and the island is only what you take with you..."

Sometimes the city is just the music inside you...

[3]

At other times, the world echoes within the music,

Contained within your island.

Sometimes music is the filter of something...

Which, if unfiltered, would be crass enough to be meaningless...

Life is the epoch of music, and also civilization...


[4]

Sometimes civilization is the only island,

And every other island is an obliteration...

Cities are the language of ablated languages...

Cities are the noun of many transitive verbs...

What is left of the city is astonishing:

It is an amusement without music,

A cadence of something which is without pitch...

The architecture is lost in the silence


[5]

Then we move beyond the music machine...

We move beyond the clocks...

That lie beneath the shadows...

We see that every figure that makes an impression...

Is a mime making a performance...

The silence is civilization...

The performance is the part of the figure that makes an impression...

We see a mad man walking around in a miniature ship that is stricken with lightning...

We see a psychologist, inviting people into the cave of his mind...

We see the archeologist uncovering nothing other than curiosity...

And the politician flanked by a white wall...

Perhaps they are all growing their gardens?

The madman is the economist, a powerful figure.

The psychologist has taken the project literally, with a lot of added imagination.

The archeologist has the secret, but worships mystery with childlike wonder.

The politician is the most familiar with the garden, but has become a filligree goldfish.

Yet the gardens grow without the city.

Decay becomes the language denying the words.


[6]

Beyond the figures, which gambol on the heraldric field of consciousness,

(they are like moving statues, gargoyles...)

a theme of universal ideas appears...

There are now many ships, perhaps carrying junk...

Madmen, medicine, rare herbs, books on subjects as obscure as psycho-analysis...

Simultaneously, there is the brain:

The dark overlap of many caverns,

Barely extruding with the palpitations of numerous organisms.

Lucid, and yet clouded in shadow, inky, and for the moment, suspended,

Langorous with Epicurean sentimentality.

The brain is like the caves of many psychologists.

And, there is, separately, an ideal system, unknown to men,

Which lies like invisible bones in the backshadow of all this posterity...

Bones undiscovered by any archeologist, with properties beyond all poetry...

Neither fervent, nor given to any sort of care...

A consciousness devoid of regret, and finding all challenges futile to its temperament...

Neither spiritually dull, nor given to conviction...

A shape undiscovered by a single one of life's many sentences

And, there is also a labyrinth where everything is dark, except for the whitened wall...

Where the politician preaches like a scientist...

And the maze is the darkness of his intellect, and also, the meanings preserved, for those...

That do not speak the language of lies...

Yet politics is its message...

And it is older than the music found  inside the cities...


[7]

There are theories on how the music is written,

Duller than the words that echo from young children,

For example, perhaps music is a momento----

A momento mori for the passage of time----

An oseograph of the tables of circumstance----

An idea of things that no longer hold truth!

Or perhaps the idea is to solve something temporarily---

A tear in a sail or a flag!

A graffiti pointing to an ugly protruding pipe,

Which is also ugly!

But then these figures subside into language...

A static reification... A celestial temple of fraud...

And the language in turn melts into silence...

The silence of civilization---!


[8]

Now I can explain what magic means to an old person.

I can explain that hexagrams and other figures from geometry...

Are spare postulates, dirty enough to mean nothing...

Yet containing the fragrence of a magic spell!

The flavor of circumstance is contained in the dark grooves...

Time echoes with mute intimations...

This is why some people go blind...

Why some wise people are mutes...

It is idiotic sophistry---!

The sophistry of passing time---!

Nothing matters like a sign!

And the sign holds without comment the passing of many worlds.

The egress on truth was no more than a decorous moment,

Contained in the shadow of the sign----

Like sand in a blob of glass!

The item of concern is not magic---

Magic is taller than the music of distress---!

In this world, language is the manner of turning

Grass and sticks into shadows that weave divines!

But the stick is ordinary grass, and the shadow

Is probably sand...

The music, if it carries, seems completely mad!

The cadence of civilization is no more than those puristic symbols...

Painted over the skin...

Perverse with the magic of time.

And ordinary words seem dull...

Because they are dull...

They are figments of shadows...

Busted like wine.


[9]

Then, there is a picture of age...

As something from a map...

One of many distinct shapes...

Each, perhaps crude,

But, lending secrets...

To scrutibiilty.

Each old thing contains a youth...

Each youth becomes wise by age...

Each age is written in youth...

Each dead man is a sage...

Poets learn to wake from death...

And history learns their words...

And people begin to die by death...

Proof becomes a ridiculous gift...

Life becomes a choice...

Heaven is ice to fire, and fire to ice...

Every man has a price...

And stories are what's left of being nice...

But metaphysics thrives...


[10]

Beyond this point, sages are men...

And men live immortally...

It is not merely celebration...

But the sacred earth of philosophy...

A creation like a device within the mind...

A machine of temperamental matters...

Caught on the wing of epiphanization---

The luck of gods...

Gelt for the locking statues of representation...

Measures of truth echo...

Without evoking harsh music...

Thought's tendrils form a shape of overlapping patterns...

Nothing is the school of this design...

The naked truth burns harmlessly...

Figures gape with mystery...

Religion toils on the infinity...

Nothing is left of depravity...

Except sacred madness...

The consolation of infinite intelligence...


[11]

Then there is a confrontation:

Everybody's central epiphany!

To make matters work----

Like clockwork's God!

The strange rule of correspondence!

Dissipating the soul of circumstance!

Trump arrives late...

On the field of potential systems!

Prodigies basicify.

Commonsense hegemonies all these foresaken.---

The math winces, and out pours genius---!

Many winters pawned on fickle circumstance!

The rule is sober...

And the test is sullen...

Gods radio the silence of the foresaken!

The weather clears a space for lucid minds---

And ugliness begins to trace its sublimes----

The race of winter dulls the sense...

The appetite removes the heart of avarice...

In the wild mildness, knowledge-flowers grow---

Radiating the mild gladness of unfallen snows...

Deserts economize the truths of expectation...

Afterwards, the summer itself becomes a tale of spring!


[12]

Fallen from the buttonhole of some conclave,

Coincidences play their game...

The same things that were once deemed ordinary,

Demand articulate proof and fine-tuned reasoning...

Everything is elevated upon solid rock...

Winding like a self-winding clockwork...

Full of spark!

The suddenness of evening is not the same strange roar...

No more are the highway bandits or the winding bores...

Everything is immaculate,

Like stilt-walkers, or vignettes of fantastic birds...

Calligraphy in the snow...

The rules rouse feeling now...

The shape of everything has theoretical bearing...

As if the world was made of artist's palettes...

And buildings were dabbling in some kind of profound eyeshadow...

It seems that everyone is winning...

Everyone can become a god...

Everyone can make a shape in the sod...

Everyone is made of sticks...

Everyone is worth some bricks...

What is vacant now?


[13]

God is hiding an instrumental madness!

The life of the show!

Illusion takes everyone in tow!

The beginning is lost!

Providence destains the child!

Wisdom grows wild!

The worst things fade from view!

Gone are the shadows cutting through the snow!

Gone are the images of painful moments!

The sacrifice of sex!

The letters of the law!

The elements of indifference!

The pattern of un-reasonableness!

God has lifted up the chains!

And put everyone in Celestial Heaven!

Life still falls below...

Like a valley in a mountain!

Images fall like snow.



[Now metaphysics has been cast in doubt,

And words that were hated are now devout...

The pattern is nature...

But rules are out...]

Improved Book Sales

$449.94 total earnings

$449.94 / $152.29 in 2014 = almost 300% growth in the past year.

Good!

I neglected to mention that during this time I've published about 70 books.

So, I've only earned about $6.43 per book to date.

Averaging about $21 earned every month now, and a book published every 2 weeks.

New Book: Perpetual Motion Physics for Non-Skeptics

This book will probably be updated over the years. Anyway, it is a available now in an updated form following my successful over-unity (partial perpetual motion) experiments, such as Evidence Against the Classical Model (Successful Over-Unity Experiment 1), and Over-Unity Lever 2.

BOOK DESCRIPTION

Nathan Coppedge, previously the author of Perpetual Motion Machine Designs & Theory, and also author of a popular website by that name, introduces fundamental examples and illustrations purporting to prove that perpetual motion is not just an interesting theory---it is physically possible! Coppedge has been compared to Newton and Einstein for his theories of perpetual motion. This book provides an opportunity to compare theories of perpetual motion to theories compatible with contemporary physics.

 LINK TO SEE THIS BOOK ON AMAZON: http://www.amazon.com/Perpetual-Motion-Physics-Non-Skeptics-Experiments/dp/1522718710/

Making a sale every day now, temporarily... (on Amazon)

This was the tentative one-year goal from last year.

What this means is that I am approaching the Top 100,000 overall Authors consistently.

Yes!

My author page can be found at:

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Eclectic contents, with an emphasis on a content-oriented approach.

My Successful Over-Unity (partial perpetual motion) Experiment is featured at Daily Motion

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3egm2y

I've been added to a Contemporary Art / Auction After Sale list

Not a big deal yet, but here is the link:

https://twitter.com/AuctionAS/lists/contemporary-art/members

I'm not easily found in the list, but I'm there somewhere, whenever I post I guess.

More importantly, my primary art page may be found at:

http://www.etsy.com/shop/HyperCubism

I also have a non-commercial gallery at: http://www.impossiblemachine.com/Gallery2

I submitted some screenplay materials to an undisclosed company...

This is following my unpaid success with a viral perpetual-motion related video about a cat and toast, for which if I remember, I wrote the authentic screenplay.

Here is that video post-production, originating now at an anonymous website:

https://assets.rbl.ms/1511120/980x.jpg

Could Humans ever create a new Universe? {Quora} Epiphany about virtual reality

https://www.quora.com/Could-humans-ever-create-a-new-universe-Read-question-details/answer/Nathan-Coppedge

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Most of Nathan Coppedge's books are excellent!

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44 books were released in 2014, and another 27 in 2015, and more on the way! So, there's a lot to choose from!

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An Archaic Story...

We were planning to cross the Elbe or some other river… from the East...
> I said: “We don’t have happiness unless its not summer or spring!”
< And the woman said: “You are a Saint Savant of low des-cant!”
Perhaps this was the first usage of the word ‘descent’, as there
was a lowing cow nearby that we always saw near the crossroads.
When we didn’t see the cow, of course there were jokes,
About how the cow was not an alchemist…
About how the cow knew how to cross the Elbe…
And of course, about how the cow was ‘crossed’…

HUNGRY PROBLEMS

Some problems, such as incoherence, consume much time and attention, as their range of importance ‘blows up’ and become more and more anxiety-provoking. However, this is true of any defined subject under some mind-set or another. It is simply the character of philosophical obsession. The more technical a subject grows, the more it is a solution if it is a solution, and the more it is a problem if it is a problem. And, unfortunately, there is a tendency to be more technical about problems than solutions. That is just how we have evolved. Simply, the more we tend to seek problems without finding solutions, the more we tend to have anxiety-provoking problems. It comes out of not loving the arbitrary, not admitting how easy-to-solve some problems are, and by assuming that many problems have an egregious degree of practical importance.

----From Philosophical Investigations, by Nathan Coppedge.