nlc-preparing to edit ct3

I am up before the sun rises again.  The new light of morning conjures visions of how you looked early in the morning.  Breath comes difficultly as if an emphysema or heart failure accompanies these thoughts.  I listened to a description of how people are killed with a cocktail of narcotics, the first ones attempting to put the person to sleep so deeply that no pain can be felt, the last one to stop the heart so suddenly to deaden the pain, denying the condemned even the last minute of life, of pain, before he is killed.  So instead, the well meaning lawyers stretch out the execution, allowing glimmers of hope, a lasts minute reprieve, escape, a more painful, natural death within bars and thick walls enjoying hours of torture awaiting finality.  I understand.
It is time to take up the next section.  This, being a continuation of the prior should go much quicker.  The problem before was incorporating so much new theory, and even then the equations (posted earlier) that might help understand the algorithms were not incorporated except by reference.
I see the spirals as a sheet folded in on itself.  At each movement inward, each quantum length or quantum time on 'thread' of the sheet is crowded out and must ride on top of the next adjacent thread.  There are, in such a scenario, two choices, which means there must be some additional element to the algorithm in such a model to have this type of choice made.  The underlying information, of course, is fixed in a singularity.  The algorithm merely plays the fixed dimensionless singularity.  The singularity can, however, be viewed as all dimensions and times for us, as well as dimensionless because dimension and time mean nothing in that environment.  Even the algorithm doesn't change this.  The so called "big bang" which is described as moving time to its maximum state of disorder before the spiral re-compresses it is fixed and timeless just as the spiral back is.  Each quantum point along it may be viewed.  While it was mentioned as a possible playing of the universe in reverse, from each point along it, the spiral would appear the same, since movement along any part of the algorithm is only an issue of perspective, not of actual change.
It is beautiful, and like the condemned man's life, if makes pointless the waiting.  It makes the holding out of hope in place of finality all the more painful.
It is cold this morning, almost uncomfortably so.  Soon the heat of the waning summer will come forth and provide a comfort from the morning chill and then replace it with its own painful heat.  A storm, of sorts, is in the gulf this morning.  It offers nothing but relief from drought and rain.  Rain has always been a comfort to me, an excuse not to act as I hide from its wetness, from the living movement even the quietest rain has.