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The mystery of mass .... And all the contradictions of physics. We are all here because we are not balls qa d others pass through, but all-

mountains gelatin cell morons. Hard impenetrable matter when it should not be, and announced the death to the sword or bullet, defenseless blocks of butter.

This
ball you throw you throw your ball
me and air crash,
and if not for the electric fields in their atoms

would one through the other.
...
And then why do I lie now,
see my body from above, after staying
blade of your knife in my chest
? Why
atoms, electrons, molecules
of my body
cells have also been a shield, a field

field repelling the electrons of the atoms
sheet steel?
Why these two fields, steel sheet
my chest
cells have not been a superior force barrier
to push a single mechanical
hand and his decision to murder?

As well as the balls collide
and do not pass one through another,
from here I see. As two galaxies

intermingling their stars
unaware but for the strength of their black holes
trying to be the center of the newly formed entity,
and my ball had passed through yours,
my interests my conflicts,
not affect me, nor yours to me, nor I yours,
see if the space is large to house,
if it is empty so that no shock;
and had passed the blade of your knife through my
cells without find any with which to stop, crash injuring
disrupt, electric fields acting
Shell,
voids, air,
against the blade had been wielded in vain.

The mystery of the mass and electric fields, mass and vacuum,
what seems to be for our family
concepts are not threatened and the balls bounce,
greater threat exists to our:
The trillions of cells we make
with its millions of atoms each
unable to generate the necessary electric field
to stop the murderous intent of the sharp blade, like mountains

useless in gelatin
diorite rather impenetrable (it's still a mystery how the Egyptians carved, polished
that the statue of Pharaoh Khafre say,
the smooth finish of the bellies of the amphorae
worked in that material)

all mysteries,
that we have no very clear we are on this side, prodding him
us sharp blade of a small knife, a handful of Seconal
passing through the throat popping
our kidneys,
or have come here as we have come . Nor do we
clear. How
help you so that light bodies are mere
that through just another light of other bodies pass, that bodies
to stop being puppets
gelatin cell mountains instead of diorite impenetrable enigma that only a polish?

all mysteries.
How many can boast
have ended in the course of a sad or a few millennia, life, lives,
in the course of a single generation or millions of them? We

dying and almost as helplessly
and substance of the original cave,
here at the foot of our computers, small dailies
Islands,
from which we launched our powerlessness
message to the other islands as powerless
as much as to socialize in groups or archipelagos
considered not to forsake the onslaught of the raging waves of the cosmic background
or the ocean.

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so many things to say. And forgetting that our intimate life, all those feelings of abuse that gives us life, continuous tort

our intelligence made by our neighbors who condemned not exist because we are not part of any group or faction, as well scientific as well in the arts, one small group of thought or thinkers in general . Groups, small groups, everyone was always to be regarded as mafias, cliques all criminal groups, even the most innocent, those, for example. first and second Christian sect led to the place of criminality that now occupies as power, and another of the world. Groups, all of the awkward squad, and therefore, of shooting as they do not go along with their sect.

Let's start with the only life we \u200b\u200bhave, that, of our intelligence, our attempt to find heaven as Friend genius novelist who spoke at http://soloveorosas2.blogspot.com/2009 / 07/el-descubrimiento-del-yo.html (find the sky that it seeks to annihilate him a meteoritazo as lucidly explains the friend "genius" in his novel) of our poor attempt to discover the great mystery to us did or did a whole.

And why not? Something must be said, or say again. Let's start
π, that number omnipresent in physics atomic (such as non-atomic), that living contradiction when we look at other possibilities of spaces and geometries. What does it look π in non-Euclidean geometry of special relativity? It says that π is not constant in them. What does it look if you π special relativities are true? And what pussies you can import the angles of a triangle add up to 180 degrees to the Euclidean plane, or more or less than the 180 in curved geometries positive or negative!
Although some advantage represent "any special lighting or replaced π, for example, 4 h • c that the geometry and space stem the energy and mass related, and not vice versa?
In the electric force, or 1/4πε written or is the same c ^{2 -7} x1, we would, instead of a 4πε or a 1 / 4 h • c or _ε . But as _{ε or μ or} also written under the auspices of π, would not change anything about the intensity of these forces, magnetic power. They would simply _{ε or μ or} , also written under the request of 4π (μ = 4π _or ^{x1 -7} , which would _{μ or} = h • c ^{4 x 1} -7, or _or ε = 1 / μ _or c ² , that being another _or μ, and perhaps he, or _ε , not the same) giving us a less permeable space, in that factor 4 h • c , to magnetic and electric with more permissive. Do we or you may create or space of these features, but our supposed "accuracy" for _{ε or μ or} not tell us anything about it?

And while we replace that π, if this is to be Euclidean Riemannian that what happens constant with the famous discoverer of antimatter, Dirac, sweeping the Planck h, or dividing by 2π? If we substitute, this time 2π, therefore, h • c ⁴ .... Now we get something funny. That the entity or creature of Planck, h, is nothing more than 1 / 4 c

seems that many constants we remain in a single, c, and its square and fourth powers, just flipping through what separates them , which separates the Planckian or diracianas h the c ⁴ (h • c ⁴ ), or the electric constant e, 1 / 2 c and • 69.44616166 (1 / 2 c • e, so constant second c 2 radiation = hc / k) And here is our 69.44616166 necessary to build all the masses from the burden: 69.44616166 eV (mass that is) • e ² . All

simplicity see c, c reverse face, as electric charge or the minimum energy and not as a mere speed. Incidentally we are rid of the latos π and length to diameter, circumference and not all that although the curve.

came to nothing, do not get anything. But does not our friend got something to Jesus Christ? Did Einstein got something of the Dirac?, If you examine it. What are the antimatter and relativities apart from providing employment and wages to a few gentlemen more or less aware of what can be seen from the physical world? Seen for better or for worse, seen to get something or not get it. Just what we about to unveil the mystery is good for something. And so much to us saying the same thing muddled approach. And there's so much, and we are many, apparently we are nothing, nothing and nothing got painted, when it might be in our status as "stone" rejected in the construction of all the category of "angular" are not to come the building down.

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I do not think it worthwhile to write anything for anybody, but as I am that I scratch triplets, let alone curtains vassals, vassals and masters ...

I look up a silly story Cortazar in which readers rightly guided by their "shepherds" (all those memos I always paint something in literature, as well as critics, as well as "creators") thought they saw nothing less than a lucidísima, so brief, critique of the horrendous fact that is Argentina!, and go for a whole century to be an ugly fact and no sign of output, which happens on the other hand with Mother Russia (the universal revulsion that is Spain, speak my living tomb for forty years of suffering therefore nothing more to say); horrendous fact that you threw Argentina home to go to the house France or any other house, where they cook the beans of corruption and indecency, but not with the same shame the Third World. To which Cortázar, I think, in an interview with the television media of the time, 1977 in Spain, the only television, especially movies Franco to put up with what is happening in your particular property to which the fascists said Homeland (Patria, private house of Franco and them fascists. The other lodgers without a name, and when they put dumb, lifeless. SOMETHING LIKE NOW, BUT WITH SHOT IN THE NECK OR FROM A NINTH FLOOR Defenestration FROM WHICH THE CAST AND shackled O "IS SUICIDE" BECAUSE NO ONE SHOT), to which Cortázar said flatly "no", did not write that story from the instance of someone who has been expelled from his home and shackled to any other prison "homeland", but merely the silly story was based on a dream or a nightmare. Something pushed him out, something fell down with deep discomfort for him to wake up if it was a nightmare, but apparently with great joy as you read the story.
course it may well be a parable of both the fact that the absolute suffocation of what devolves, and is your home "home", you dispose of your townspeople horizons degrading to the caves (now that you showed, what made from their "horizons" of "modernity" degrading the absolute stupidity, the bad thing is you know that there is no place on earth where you can leave, knowing that I'm carrying in my teens) As, and Parable of the most current, the outlook for children who do not go home ever since living expenses paid table set and without detracting from the salary entirely devoted to the vices, that is to interact and rosary clubs and other meeting places, or euro cent for rent or mortgage ceiling that makes you to save your ass from the elements. And it seems that in his story Cortázar fool, which you have left an aftertaste clash of knitting needles, I do not think that you have left over (perhaps a Pyrrhic struggle filed with knitting needles, passing like a shadow lines against the evil of incest), feels infinite joy because the "decision" of the house Finally I take out the night air, he, or his protagonist and his sister, so they take out the clean air of the night despite the remaining fifteen thousand pesos together with all in the not too blessed home when key throws it, nothing more sales, a manhole.

I also feel that blessed night air of liberation, if by a culvert could throw the key ... EVERYTHING. Key to the World, Oh Lord!

and looked up the story of Cortázar ... But I think this is another story, a sentence reminding him, is "the devil's spit" can be?, Another phrase that Gomez de la Serna said about the destination, such that neither written in capital letters: "The best that there is 'supervisor of clouds', lying in a hammock looking at the sky."

A convenient destination that we would all ... Although we had to write stories occasionally silly. And all the fucking incest, or desires of the same, behind it?! And all the fucking pisotearte to the skull as if they would not stay with you and the juice, to no licuefactarte or pulverizarte, until you less than that: anything?! How many millions of hours spent writing (witness Cortázar, or any otr @ from beyond) to make it from you one, or ones, silly stories, or too more weight, as the start of "slime", which starts where it should end, if not tell anyone I will not, someone has to do even giving up the happy hammock "supervisor of clouds", or how many millions of hours worked for you is not even that, by the desire of all, all, everything around you to make yourself worse than licuefactarte, pulverizarte, based on pisotearte at all times until the skull is not you. .. anything, silly story?!

And I'm with destiny elsewhere, or another of my journals. As fate if anything, is that it gives to all. Although no rosary walks phraseology famous for almost every word in the dictionary! What Who pays those "supervisors" of the alphabet or dictionary and undeniably more work to enclose the phrase hastiante celebrity in each word of the language?

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