dying love

I know you have your lovers
and I know you have your friends
and logic tells me to forget you
and its time to move on

There are so many opportunities
that present themselves to me
and I have everything to offer
and its time to move on

And who would waste time
waiting for what cannot be
when a huge world awaits
is it not not my time to live

And so the reader agrees
ignorant as are you
of what real love is made of
time stands still for love

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Inside slaves were waving fans to get the air to circulate and remove some of the discomfort which did nothing to improve Zeno’s outlook. The hall was enormous, the walls so far apart, the columns so great and many, and the ceilings so tall and elegantly painted that one could not take it all in.

At the front was a raised dais occupied by a throne and several rows of executioners, soldiers and solicitors of various types and in various garb. There was a full docket.

Many there were who upon the courts passing of sentence went with soldiers and/or executioners to a well guarded door to one side and a happy few who left from the same door they came in.

As the day wore on it got steadily warmer and the sentences seemed to get stiffer. Despite the heat, a growing crowd gathered as spectators. At first Zeno thought they were coming to watch the sentencing of the accused, but he soon realized from a stolen whisper here and a look there that they had come for his trial. Their appearance seemed to increase the aggravation of Draco who had started severe but collected, but in view of the crowds had turned quite red and heated. He looked over at P who rolled his eyes towards Socrates who was actually laughing in the back with Solon and several groupies who had come for the show. “Doesn't he realize that they are here to see him burned at the stake?” Zeno asked.

At last, Draco whispered to one of the officers nearby who who stood and in a stentorian voice said, “I am stentor, the court's bailiff. The other defendants are to go home except those who are detained in chains...” Zeno let out a breath he had not known he was holding. He would live for another day, perhaps an earthquake would destroy the city or at least swallow him up...”except for those here for the trial of Zeno,Parmenides and Socrates.”

He gasped.

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By Exia, a servant in Zeno's house and future grandmother to Eudoxus of Cnidus.

Zeno was contemplating which form of death he would chose for himself and the one likely to be chosen by the strange menu and the pile of bones attesting to its seriousness.  Parminides was apparently applying the same logic to someone else to some of their supporters who had joined them in their togas, “I wonder which of these deaths would most suit Socrates?”

Before they could carry this discussion further they heard a voice calling their names and turned to see Socrates running up clutching a crumpled scroll.  “What fresh torture is our benefactor bringing us now?” Parminides asked no one in particular.

“I have got it!” Socrates announced, “The answer to our problem.”

“You have proof we did not violate the laws of Athens? A pardon?”

“Well, no.  I managed to find a copy of what was published, however.”

Zeno took the paper from Socrates and started to scan over it.  He mumbled to himself, “What is this about Achilles?  I never challenged the heroes of Greece!”

“Well, I embellished some of the ideas.”

“Embellished, you mean rewrote!”

“They are so much more real this way!” Socrates complained.  “This way they mean something to the common man.”

“This way they will stir the mob to tear us to pieces,” Parminides suggested.  “I only tried to show that motion is an illusion!  And what is this one?” he said looking over Zeno’s shoulder, “There is only one thing but because it is separated there must be many.  That is mine, but this was only to show that if dimension doesn’t exist, as it should not if motion is an illusion, than one thing can be everything.”

“This one,” Zeno volunteered, appears to be correctly put.  That everything has but two parts, a front and a back and they must extend infinitely or not at all.  But in truth, this was merely to show that if things exist in one point in time and then in another which follows, it must extend infinitely in size or at least from the beginning to the end of time. And if you were to take the time away it would cease to exist, at least in our time.  It is confusing without the discussion of time, it is a paradox, instead of an explanation!”

“And then we have ‘divisibility.’”, Parminides said moving down to the next.  “This is made unduly complicated, we merely pointed out that things can be in discrete parts, quantum parts, whether time, matter, fire or water and that at some point the division must result in our not having them in our universe at all.”

“Please sirs,” said one of their supporters, “that strikes of heresy.   If you are saying that by slicing an apple enough times it leaves the universe, then where does it go, pray tell?”

“The one with Achillies,” Zeno said getting back to his original, “is aligned with another where you never reach an end by only going half way at each step.  These are but different ways of saying the same thing, yet Socrates has made it sound like we are questioning two different divinities.”

“And this of the arrow fired by Hercules?  Saying that time is made of moments, that in any moment everything is still, is merely another way of saying that time is quantum time, which of course has nothing to do with how it is reflected here.”

“It is contrary to what is experienced, sirs.  Things must not work in that way, for A fast man may overtake a tortoise.  You are tempting Draco to kill you by firing arrows with the argument that they being motionless will never kill you!”

“That is not at all what we meant!  The idea is that the reality we experience is real, but that it is somehow a reflection of something else.  It is like a painting of a pond.  The pond exists in the picture, but it is not really a pond, only the drawing of one.”

“Socrates, you have taken philosophy and turned it into parable.  It is no wonder we are accused of heresy!  Why even to me it sounds hysterical!”  

The wonderful thing about my quantum time theory is not that it fits so well into prior religious doctrine, or even that it allows a novel approach to ancient paradoxes.  The wonderful thing is that it allows a mechanism to get far enough out of our universe so that we can begin to look at what lies behind it.  We can pull back the curtain a little more.  IT is not meant to supplant the gods only to allow us to consider them intelligently.”

“Perhaps I took too much license, but you must admit it makes for rather fetching reading.”

“I need time to think on this,” Zeno said holding the paper as far from his eyes as his arms would allow.

“Time,” said one of the armed guards indicating the open doors of the Court house, “you do not have, unless it hides in your paradox.”

world war c and the soft real estate market; intelligence applied to lawmaking and the lottery house

One must understand that all the economies are interconnected.  We have a weak real estate market not because we are broke, although that plays a crucial part and it will come without reforms in government and weaponizing our own economy (in such a way it is not obvious, alas, it will likely never happen because of government corruption).
So what is the other part?  That would be the big box, internetification of our economy.  As the ability to rely upon local, long term employment evaporates with the destruction of the corner store/tool shop/business economy people must be increasingly able to move with the work.  Worse still, knowing that the government is doing nothing to protect them from a Chinese economy that has been weaponized to take advantage of the change in the US economy, they also have less certainty of long term steady income necessary to maintain a home ownership type economy so even a fluid real estate sales market cannot solve this problem.
Obviously with draconian changes to how our economy operates, we can reestablish much of what we need in order to survive economically on a long term, but the chances of that happening given the increasingly corrupted, pandering, special interest oriented government it is unlikely.
Even were we to consider the types of changes necessary, how likely is it that long term-medium-short term intelligence analysis would be applied to the laws in question.  We have seen in earlier entries that the failure to do this (and it should be part of the proposed lottery house to see that a non-political analysis take place, not with the existing houses of government) led to allowing certain recent past presidents to commit us to wars which even a high school history education would have shown us to be ruinous.  The fact that we went to war with a leadership that had no idea what the enemy was or what the "liberated" mob would want is even more ludicrous, but perhaps we should save that for a later entry.  It is, perhaps a difficult analysis that would find any war reasonable under the short-medium-long analysis but a non-partisan view of this might lead us to the conclusion that given the rise of us to power is a result of some of the dumbest wars we ever engaged in (we fought to maintain slavery?) that war might make sense on some level.  Again the idea of a lottery house to allow prosecution of congressmen and to oversee the non-partisan intelligence analysis of laws might help in this regard.
But now on to lighter matters.

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The following morning dawned overcast and the humidity made it difficult to breath. Parmenides was suffering from gout, but refused offers to seek a continuance. “I will not be delayed in watching Socrates drawn and quartered. It will be worth whatever is done to me, even if I am flayed alive.”

They arrived before Socrates, a crowd had already gathered, defendants, petitioners, witnesses and the mob.

There was a pyramid of human skulls and long bones beside the entrance to the great court of Athens. There were many soldiers around, all with weapons although they had discarded their helmets in respect of the heat.

There were pictures in squares set on a wall before the entrance.  “These are ways to die!” Exclaimed Parmenides examining the pictures.

“What do you mean?” Asked Zeno walking over.

Parmenides pointed to the pictures.  “They showed in their squares different ways to die as if on a menu.  There was a picture of someone burning at a stake, being flayed alive, a hanging, along with crimes for which the Dracon sentences were paired, even a picture of someone being thrown off a wall or out of a window, it was not well drawn.”

Zeno stepped back in horror.  When he did, he notice on the wall at the top a “I” followed by groups of thirty, “XXX,” then “XXX,” going till it wrapped around the wall so that the total number could not be fully counted.  Above the number was the word “Over”, below it “Executed”.  It was an approximate count, admittedly too low, of the number of people who had been executed under the new sentencing guidelines of the man who would judge them.

Zeno's paradoxes-a pause to reflect before going on with the story

Unlike most writers of philosophical physics, or in my case fundamental physics, I came on Zeno's Paradoxes and Perminides backwards.  Instead of reading his series of  Paradoxes and coming up with solutions, I was working on solving the whole question of parsing time and space and I "finished" with my self described elegant solution (quantum time, and probably multiple clock times along with quantum gravity from the tendency of quantum time to go non-linear which is why space curves, the time is going non-linear) which primarily came from Einstein and to a greater or lesser degree from hologram theory.  You can find this in the Einstein Hologram Universe soon to be updated with Non-Linear Time and the Einstein Hologram Universe.
Anyway, I was being smug, when a brilliant Greek pointed out to me that what I was writing appeared to be what was written 2500 years ago.  An investigation initially would have indicated that these were clever, but not particularly earth shattering discussions centered around the very issues addressed in Non-Linear Time Theory; they being far from solutions to the great mysteries of our time (unified field, dark matter, spacial expansion for example, all of which are answered intuitively by Non-linear time Theory-and in this blog (see prior entries) in case you are interested in seeing it before it's republished).
However, the flip side of this is that Perminides and Zeno's work turned out to be based on mere scraps of of history.  It would be like describing the old testament, the new testament or the koran with only one page.  If someone wants to write an interesting paper, they could pick the right page to do this from each of those books.  But that is a different story.  The real story is that Perminides and Zeno probably spent a lot more intellect and perhaps (the theory of this story) examined the math of the universe more deeply.  It assumes that Socrates, from whom much of Zeno's work is derived, may have been less mathematically inclined and may have otherwise reflected a much deeper understanding of our universe than is reflected by the minimal disclosure.
I treat many of the other historical aspects cavalierly in this same way, but it makes for an interesting examination, not a historically accurate one.
The fact that so many people still write on these paradox reflects our continuing interest in parts of the universe which make us question reality which we should.  A paradox which I have not found discussed as a paradox, but which is probably discussed as a paradox somewhere out there, is the infinite theory of our universe, the onion of knowledge of fundamental physics.  While Non-Linear Time theory provides explanations (in some cases more than one) for the mysteries of fundamental physics discussed above, when you get to the single non-linear time particle that contains everything in our universe and is the explanation for everything we understand, we have done nothing more than take all of our mysteries and hide them behind something that exists in an environment (without linear time of space) that we cannot understand and which opens an even bigger set of questions.  It allows for either time travel or pre-determination but its unlikely it provides for both, although in this story I play loosely with these ideas, just wait.

Intriguing?  Here are some articles which I could spend more time discussing but they do a better job than me.  On last, repetitive note, is that I came across someone asking if there was one article that discussed all of Zeno's paradoxes and the answer is that if there were as many as Socrates suggests, then we have lost more than half of them and it is clear that even more of Zeno's and Parminides' work has been lost to time, at least for now.

http://plus.maths.org/content/mathematical-mysteries-zenos-paradoxes : Reflects that we still have similar circumstances in relativity today

http://mathworld.wolfram.com/ZenosParadoxes.html : my favorite, while wholly in adequate as a discussion of Zeno (only one paradox is discussed at length) it has a great joke on the whole issue that gives it good perspective.

http://www.iep.utm.edu/zeno-par/

http://plato.stanford.edu/entries/paradox-zeno/ Part of the cabal (and I am totally joking here) that stands in the way of my nobel prize.

https://www.princeton.edu/~achaney/tmve/wiki100k/docs/Zeno_s_paradoxes.html

http://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zeno's_paradoxes-Wiki is both wonderful and awful.  It reflects the internet

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zeno's_paradoxes

And lest you think Zeno is the only provider of paradoxes (we have the entire universe)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_paradoxes

I'll have one more mention of this before we're done.

night

I was alone tonight
and i could be anything
even connected with you

but some fantasies
are too close to live with
and you are too silent

i never know if you are there
though i write directly to you
and indirectly for you

and there are so many doubts
about whether you have seen
or condemned what i wrote

And if I cannot have you
clinging to the fantasy
is too painful to bear

And so I did not call out
or allow myself to dream
that we were both in love

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By Exia, a servant in Zeno's house and future grandmother to Eudoxus of Cnidus.

They arrived early in Athens, the streets choked with carts, mules, pedestrians, market stalls, exotic animals, slaves and bordered on either side by the tallest buildings in Greece.  Their court appearance was for the next morning.  

Parmenides absolutely refused to be housed with Socrates, in fact he refused to spend another minute in his company despite his offer to intoroduce him to his friend of the scroll distribution business, a deme of Colytus, named Ariston.  Zeno felt, having brought Socrates into his circle, that he had to accompany him to see if there was anything more to be learned of this sordid affair of his and to learn of anything that could be used in their defense.

Parmenides did not accompany them, choosing to rest after the unwelcome long journey and to take the chance to secure to them whatever allegiances his many friends in Athens might offer.

Aristan’s house in Anthens was a massive affair, with twin doors that stood open to an inner wall with a walk for its defense, empty now in the lengthy peace and  which was entered through an iron gate which led to a comfortable inner sanctum.

“Come in, come in.  Make yourselves comfortable.  Bring refreshments for our guests,” Aristan said referring to a well dressed servant as they were introduced into the living room.

“Young Socrates, you have created quite a bit of mischief.  And this is the philosopher and may i say “physicist” Zeno who I have heard so much about?  Welcome to my home.”

“I only wish it was under more pleasant circumstances, sir.  I am sorry for any inconvenience I or my mischievous friend here has caused.”

“Oh no inconvenience to me, I assure you.  The manuscript was circulated by another and my hands are entirely clean of the matter.  I have no time for such lurid things, I’m afraid and my duties have, sadly, kept me ignorant of much current philosophy.  But I am a fan of it and the quick mind of Socrates has amused me and my guests many a night.”

At this point they were interrupted by a large food and beverage service brought by a veritable army of servants and accompanied by a lady of great stature and beauty holding a small child to her breast.  Zeno worried that Socrates would say something or worse do something of great stupidity under the circumstances.  Before he could think how to act, Aristan said, “Well come my dear.  You see who we have for company?  It is your favorite, Socrates.  And he has brought with him Zeno of Elea, a great philosopher and student of our friend Parmenides.  Zeno, this is my wife, Perictione”

“It  is a pleasure to meet you, Zeno.  I have heard much of you and some of your fame precedes recent events.”

While Zeno was attempting to respond first to Aristan and lead into their current problem, Socrates moved on Perictione.

“Oh and this is your new heir!” Socrates said going to stand over the child.  “And what is his name?”

“We have decided to call him Plato.” She said proudly.

“Plate-o-what?  Why he looks a little green, perhaps he is a plate o’ spinach.  Oh but he is a handsome green child.  And look at those intelligent eyes.  He has the beauty of his father and the intelligent  eyes of the mother.  I will have him for my student when I have my own school if you will let me.”

“This young man will be the death of me,” Zeno said.  “I hope you do not attribute his rudeness to me.”  Socrates had begun to dig into the food and was signalling for wine to a pretty girl who may have been a slave from her scant dress.

“Don’t worry sir,” Perictione said.  “We are all well used to the antics of Socrates which make him a welcome diversion from an often droll capital and a very quiet rural home in Colytus.”

“I am afraid madam, we come to you and your husband in a state of some distress.”

“I would not worry if I were you, for I have arranged for my cousin Solon to represent you.”

“I am not sure that anyone can rescue us from Draco.”

“I have great respect for my wife’s cousin.  He is an upcoming lawmaker and something of a poet.  Some even say he has his eye on Draco’s job.”  Both Pericitione and Socrates laughed at Arison’s joke.  

When Solon entered the room Socrates jumped up. The two bumped chests like young bulls. Zeno noted that Solon was at most a year or two older than Socrates.

Zeno felt his stomach tighten and inwardly mused that he would have been happier if he had stayed ignorant and at home with Parmenides.

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By Exia, a servant in Zeno's house and future grandmother to Eudoxus of Cnidus.

The scene is a remote area between Athens and Elea.  A lion's roar has just charged the air around the small circle of light made by a fire.

Exia who has been tending the fire turns nervously towards the sound.

“Come to me dear, I will protect you,” young Socrates says from the fire.

“We’re all getting ready to be hung or worse.  Don’t you think you could keep your manhood within your tunic?” Parmenides pleads.

“You are being excessively gloomy, my dear sir.  This fresh air seems to have increased all of my appetites.”

“Of for the love of god, Zeno, why must we travel with this boil on my old arse?”

“Because, my friend, we must get our stories straight unless you want your neck straightened and I’m afraid only young Socrates knows what our stories are supposed to be.”

“Perhaps our young satir wants to explain why were are going to Athens for our executions?”

“Indeed, young Socrates, the horses are tended, the lion appears to be at bey for the moment and whether we are eaten on the road or in Athens I think the time has come for you to explain what you are about.”

“Truthfully,” Socrates began, “it was all a matter of my enthusiasm for your teachings, to share with the world…”

“Oh for the sake of whoever brings the word of the gods at some later time, get to the crux of the matter.  It is bad enough I should be tortured in my old age by Draco without being tortured by your prevarication.”

“I was a little short, I’m afraid.  I realized the work you had would be of great interest.  I had a very clear scroll of the discussions.  A friend of mine is a scroller in Athens.  I thought the work could make me a few drachmas.  He agreed.  But your names were not on any of it, at least I am pretty sure it was not.”

“I will kill him myself,” Parmenides said grabbing a rusty sword and swaying to his feet.  Socrates looked with alarm and confusion.

“Calm yourself, please” Zeno said grabbing his friends arm.  “You will only make him suffer a shorter time.  Better to let Draco take his skin off one portion at a time.”

Parmenides seemed ready to shake him off, but he let the sword drop from his hands.  “Truly I am too old for all of this."

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By Exia, a servant in Zeno's house and future grandmother to Eudoxus of Cnidus.

“What is the meaning of this?” Zeno asked after the guards had made room for the courier who entered the room officiously.

“I have come for Zeno and Parmenides of Elea, with a summons from Athens.  They are to appear before Draco on charges of sedition.”

“Sedition?” Mel asked, “I have been a student of theirs for many years and a more patriotic Greek is not to be found.”

“And who are you?”

“I am Mellius of Elea and my father it the Mayor and governor of this place.”

“Well, you had best keep your tongue in your head if you know what is good for you and your father.”  Of this there seemed more bluster and less certainty and the guard outside, half of whom were local soldiery known to Socrates looked nervously at one another, uncertain where this was gone.  Draco was known for being severe and defaulted to the death penalty wherever the situation called for debate, some even were calling activities of similar oppression, “draconian” although quietly lest they feel his wrath.  Still, this small town had its own little army and was some distance from his domain and none of the Athenian soldiery knew how the Erian soldiery would react if pushed.  

“You will have to deal with us first,” said Aella, putting her hand on a wicked knife on her belt.

It looked as if things were about to get ugly and the eating had stopped in its entirety except for fat Baccus who seemed not to have noticed the interruption of lunch and the pending battle which was building like a summer rain storm in the crowded room and the courtyard beyond as the soldiers slowly moved apart.

“Where do these charges come from?” Zeno come from.

“From a publisher in Athens who has circulated your works.”

“My works?” Zeno asked looking about the room.  His eyes lit on Socrates who seemed to be trying to disappear into the corner of a couch and not at all trying to seduce anyone in the room.  “Oh for the love of the gods!”

Socrates, seeing all eyes turn towards him following the gaze of Zeno and knowing that the “jig was up” stood up, unfolding with a royal air despite his near nakedness and addressing the courier said “I believe I can clear this up,”  Socrates studiously avoided the gazes of everyone in the room who were now fixed upon him.

“We are all doomed,” Parmenides said too quietly for the courier to hear.

“And who the hell,” the courier asked, “are you?”

“I am Socrates and well known both here and in Athens.”

“Indeed you are well known,” the courier said reaching into his bag, “I have a summons for you also.”

What do you want

It would be a kindness to spare this prose I suppose
but how else to share what should stay hidden

I swam over 11,000 yards this week
with my inner ear issues
that means my world is spinning
just like yours, but faster

Felt a little more than you
and more still tomorrow
suffering for the sake of later
more later means harder now

what do you want in life
do you want it to stop spinning
or do you accept the nausea
make your own image

what you don't need
to be complete
you still might accept
to add beauty to the world

imagine a world imperfect
unimaginative, dull and lonely
settling for what purpose
suffer to live there easily

or whatever the cost
strive to get where we want
the way we want it to be
where and how we want to live

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By Exia, a servant in Zeno's house and future grandmother to Eudoxus of Cnidus.

“I am starving, pray have something brought to me to eat.” Socrates cried in mock agony.

“I suppose it is close enough to lunch time.”

“You two always forget if I do not remind you.  Your ‘physics’ seem to provide you with adequate nourishment, but it does not at all due for an active youth.”

“A little too active.  Exia!  Bring us our lunch now if you would.”

It was warm now.  The doors and windows of the house were thrown open and a cool breeze came in which only barely made it comfortable and even the old men had shed their shirts as they discussed philosophy.

A few other student had come to join the group.  “Everything that now exist in one and continuous.  It is not divisible because it shares a common source.  Existence is timeless and uniform.”  Parmenides lectured.  Socrates knew that if Zeno were here, instead of out dealing with matters of his estate, he would take umbrage with at least some of this.

“I have a question,” said Mellissus, who everyone called Mel and who was made fun of because he had to bring his younger sister Aella, whose name was appropriate and would not let herself be left behind, “I have heard Zeno question this unchanging nature of things.  While he agrees on the oneness, he also says there is some form of change.”

“Zeno believes in something called “infinite series.  His equations dealing with circles that he has borrowed from the Babylonians, like that toy Socrates is playing with,” At this Socrates put the batter down and moved to sit next to Aella who was both comly and powerful and thus alluring to a young man of his tastes, “that is the thing that defines circles.  He believes that if you apply these concepts to philosophy you can come back to the same place but still have change on a larger level.”

“A larger level?”  

“Yes, what we are talking about, existence means exactly what you imagine it to be on a large level.  But hidden in what we perceive, are these things like pi, the ratio of a circle that define things which can exist in mathematics, but not in reality.”

Allea pulled away from the awkward advances of Socrates and to draw attention to her and those, perhaps to discourage the young man asked, “How did this come to you, pray tell master Parmenides?”

Parmenides paused for a moment and then, with a teasing tone said, “I was taken by a goddess, Dike she was, beyond the realm of mortal men, and told the secrets of the infinite and the world beyond time as we know it.”

“That,” a voice called from the doorway, “is a story we do not talk about.”  Zeno had entered the room and gave a stern look at Parmenides.  “What my associate should be telling you is that an examination of reality using the tools of philosophy, provide these answers intuitively and without the need for the goddess of women’s love for one another.”

Parmenides seemed about to say something, but to Socrates’ immense disappointment they were interrupted by the carrying of food into the room by several servants supervised by Exia to whom Socrates gave an unrequited wink.

Everyone was talking excitedly when their repast was interrupted by a banging on the door frame.  Looking through the opening, the gathered group was surprised to see a platoon of soldiers behind whom a courier was standing officiously with a small scroll tube held..

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The two older men were dozing by a fire.

“This is really quite extraordinary,” Socrates said to Exia who was cleaning up, there being no one else to talk to except for a cur which slept between the fire and the other men.

“I suspect I understand it better than you do,” she replied, then she let out a gasp as Socrates grabbed her wrist.  The cur looked up.

“Don’t joke with me about this.  This is all really quite extraordinary.”

“Please let me go,” she said softly.

“Oh, sorry,” Socrates said releasing her.  “But if you do understand this, do not tease me.”

Exia looked at the young Socrates, the borrowed robe had come open.  She was uncertain how to take him, his reputation not being an honorable one, but his intellect rumored to be extraordinary and his loyalty to Zeno clear if disrepectful.  “What is it you want to ask me.”

“Listen to this from Parmenides, ‘The world is an unchanging, ungenerated indestructible whole.’”

“And?”

“And then Zeno writes this in response, ‘If time exists independent of linearity and dimension, then it may create things from nothing by becoming linear.  There is therefore a duality between what appears to be real and what is actually real.’”

Released, Exia walks to the chalkboard, “This series of equations points out that reality as  you know it falls apart as you get smaller and smaller, as things are cut in half and then cut in half again.”

“I don’t understand.  My head is spinning.  Will you sleep with me Exia?”

“I most certainly will not, nor will you get any more wine until I am ordered by my master to get it for you,” Exia said slipping out quickly before Socrates could get the energy to reach for her.

“She seems to understand,” Socrates said to the dog which had walked over during the conversation and who he petted absently.  “Oh but my head hurts badly.  But for the hair of the dog that bit me, eh boy?  Oho, what is this?  “It is all one to me, where I begin for  I shall return there.”  What does it mean?  Does it refer to death?  To life?”  Socrates falls back on his couch dropping the document to the floor and seems to fall asleep.  Then suddenly his eyes go wide.  He grabs the document he had dropped, looking to the two sleeping men and ignoring the fact that the robe has fallen off, he is up in an instant and out into the night clutching the scroll.

The Zeno-Socrates dialogs Chapter 3

Many of you wonder where this story stands as you read it now. Some of you may be wondering how much of it is true and how much of it not.

First, let me get some personal notes out of the way, then to the factual part of it. We'll start with the technical side of things and then we'll go to the historical side of things. Personal: This story is essentially finished, I can describe and count the chapters but I will not say there will not be a typographical correction or two. It is one of those delightful stories that wrote itself, I merely needed to take the time to type it. When I see something come out as a finished piece, it supports the ideas set out in the Einstein Hologram Universe. This includes philosophically the idea that everything happens at once without linear time and that all of our actions are predestined, even those we view as creative. If I was capable of writing something brilliant, this would be it. Were it a country song, I'd have to add a verse about the fact that it was raining the day my momma got out of prison. It is not potentially good because of my writing, but because it could incorporate everything that I have written of any consequence in a historical perspective. Alas, it isn't brilliant, but if I could write something brilliant and this would be it.

Technical: It is pretty much accepted that the concepts of Parmenides and Zeno were "meta-physical" and not "mathematical". However, very little of what they wrote is preserved, much of it is preserved in the lines of poems and these Zeno "paradoxes" that survived and are presented by Socrates. Socrates is "reporting" and his ideas of "physics" are likely very different from those of Zeno and Parmenides. These men, however, were some of the most brilliant men of their time. IT is quite likely that what they were working on was considerably more complicated than what has survived. They did not have quantum mechanics, they did not have relativity and they did not have string theory. There was only rudimentary physics. I gave them "non-linear time theory" because it is mine to give, although it was envisioned by Einstein indirectly at least and is very similar to what String Hologram theory envisions. The main problem before non-linear time theory was a failure to focus on time and attempts to stay within a dimensional framework that fell apart at small sizes, a problem not in common with Non-linear time theory where space, distance, movement, energy and matter are merely manifestations of time. In this sense, NLT is closer to Zeno’s take on reality than the others although for different reasons. Perhaps the lost work of Parmenides and Zeno was closer to Non-linear time theory than that of modern string theorists and perhaps even Einstein. Parmenides' story of how his theory of an unchanging universe exists is something out of an episode of "Ancient Aliens" and I treat it that way later in the story.

Historical: Not only are all the main characters real, but they appear in time and age approximately where they appeared here. There is even sufficient basis in history for the events described in here so great that it is could be argued, with the re-writing of history experienced even today, that it is possible that things happened the way they are described herein, with the possible exception of the ending, and who knows about the ending? Parmenides and Zeno are accepted as "lovers", but that is heresay and I treat it that way. Parmenides, Zeno, Socrates and Plato (he shows up later) studied together sequentially; Parmenides' story of acquiring knowledge of the foundation of the universe is similar to that used here (identical in some respects); there is a trial later and Socrates was actually tired, convicted and sentenced to death for not believing in the gods of Athens. Draco and Solon lived and their interaction was very similar to that given hereafter although whether they ever were actually in the same room is unknown to me. Exia is made up, but Eudoxus was an early mathematician who certainly had a grandmother. Oh, and I know nothing of ancient cheerleaders, but this was around the time of the 88th Olympiad as I understand it. Not that anyone cares. Do you care?

Zeno's paradoxes as the predecessor of all hologram theory: The Zeno-Socrates dialogs:

The Zeno-Socrates dialogs

Chapter 3

By Exia, a servant in Zeno's house and future grandmother to Eudoxus of Cnidus.

It is evening.  The soft glow of Sunset streams in through the windows that have been thrown open for the purpose.  The aged Zeno and ancient Parmenides sit at the table with a sheet of papyrus before them.

“Nothing comes from nothing.  Existnece of things are therefore  necessarily eternal.”

“I quite disagree with you.  There is no reason to believe that existence is anything other than a paradox.”

“Zeno, you must think abou this.  How coudl what is perish?  Yes it might change form, but it must exist.  And how could it come to be if it did not always exist?  If it came into being, where would it have come from?  Coming into being is thus extinguished and destruction is unknown.”

The discussion is interrupted by the entry of young Socrates, slightly inebriated by the look of him.  He is naked.

The woman from before has entered at the same time with a tray with two glasses.  Socrates grabs one of them and collapses into his favorite couch, spilling several scrolls onto the floor.  “Oh thank thee fair Rhea, you have done for me as you did for Dionysus.”

“My name is Exia,” she says.  She sets the remaining goblet before Zeno’s guest and leaves to get another.

“And what did we do to deserve this gift from the gods,” Parmenides asks of the interrupter.

“My feelings are hurt.  You were to instruct me on physics.”

“That was a discussion for this morning.”

“Oh no, you mean the light through that window is not the light of dawn?”

“Not unless the sun has decided to rise in the West or the house has been turned.”

“Truly, it is the fault of the cheerleaders.  For surely they are not virgins and they have beguiled me sorely.”

“Harrumph.  You should stick with their company and allow us our diversions.”

“Please, do not turn me down.  For my heart aches for knowledge though my head aches from my exertions.  And Pray Zeno, can you lend me a robe for the breeze from yon window of your much turned house is bringing a chill to me.”