For those of you who don't know, (and there was a recent TV program about this) Stephen Hawking is the guy in the wheelchair, the DR. Strangelove of physics, who over 30 years ago proposed all matter and information of matter was lost in Black Holes. It took 30 years, but a contest was won, and with a extensive mathmatic proof, Hawking was 'proved' wrong. Matter was not lost: it was smeared at the even horizan of a black hole.
This wasn't too big a deal when we only had a couple black holes. Then they found millions. Ulp. Imagine not only winking out of existence; but never being born. Now you got it. Nothing is real, Strawberry Fields.
OK. Hawking took his time, (and time was running out- he was supposed to be dead years ago with Lou Gerigs (sic) disease) and decided the critics were right: Black holes do not destroy matter, well, at least, in every other universe. There's a bunch of pararel universes, and every other one has matter destroyed. Balances out.
He has no proof for this.
I dreamed Hawking was speaking before a college audience, of all things, a Christian fundementalist institution. I had no more business there than Stephen.
At any rate, we got to the part in the lecture where all our lives were erased, matter gone, and I raised my hand.
"Stephen," I said, "The Soul has no weight, no matter, and is not destroyed."
This created quite a stir. Mr. Hawking wanted to quantify the Soul. The audience was outraged there was no God in Hawking's physical universe.
He did approach me afterwards, wanting to know my source for such a idea. Thought it up all by myself, I said. What a waste, Stephen thought, he could have been a physicist.
In the dream I bought some beer, was given a sheriff's badge by the local cop, and went to a gypsy's house before heading home. Home wasn't home; there was another woman there entirely. Well, it doesn't really matter, does it, if all matter is destroyed??
I ate a crumb donut.
munk
PS: I think his name is Actually Hawkings, with an s. Though it can't possibly be significant now, I've added this.
-- Wrong again! No S. This way, that way: any way!!! All matter is lost and it makes no difference....there may even be small black holes amongst us....no, I'm not kidding.
This wasn't too big a deal when we only had a couple black holes. Then they found millions. Ulp. Imagine not only winking out of existence; but never being born. Now you got it. Nothing is real, Strawberry Fields.
OK. Hawking took his time, (and time was running out- he was supposed to be dead years ago with Lou Gerigs (sic) disease) and decided the critics were right: Black holes do not destroy matter, well, at least, in every other universe. There's a bunch of pararel universes, and every other one has matter destroyed. Balances out.
He has no proof for this.
I dreamed Hawking was speaking before a college audience, of all things, a Christian fundementalist institution. I had no more business there than Stephen.
At any rate, we got to the part in the lecture where all our lives were erased, matter gone, and I raised my hand.
"Stephen," I said, "The Soul has no weight, no matter, and is not destroyed."
This created quite a stir. Mr. Hawking wanted to quantify the Soul. The audience was outraged there was no God in Hawking's physical universe.
He did approach me afterwards, wanting to know my source for such a idea. Thought it up all by myself, I said. What a waste, Stephen thought, he could have been a physicist.
In the dream I bought some beer, was given a sheriff's badge by the local cop, and went to a gypsy's house before heading home. Home wasn't home; there was another woman there entirely. Well, it doesn't really matter, does it, if all matter is destroyed??
I ate a crumb donut.
munk
PS: I think his name is Actually Hawkings, with an s. Though it can't possibly be significant now, I've added this.
-- Wrong again! No S. This way, that way: any way!!! All matter is lost and it makes no difference....there may even be small black holes amongst us....no, I'm not kidding.