...It was always a favorite time for me, sitting around my art-filled living room, nursing a Tokay with a few well-chosen physicists, nuclear, quantum, micro, macro, you name it. Stephen Hawkings keeps saying there is no God, but won't reveal his source. Wolfram insists we are living in a computer, I think, from Dell. Feymann died on us, so the circle is getting tighter around the embers of the fire. But yet we linger long past midnight. Sleep is for dullards. In fact, Gurchieff claims we are always nodding off, and that believers should appoint someone to go down the line every now and then and shake everyone awake! Gurchieff? We couldn't get Blavatsky to come talk about her Cosmic Egg, which exploded and caused the Universe and George W. Bush. She's dead, but Madame certainly came close to an allegory for the Big Bang. That's how she made my A-list.
So now we have the brane universes to mull over...very possibly ten or more. According to one burnt-out pipe chewer, we are very likely "scum" on the membrane of the brane, from which hang invisible strings. So strings are back, hooked up with all the right people, and better than ever.
Some say the branes are neatly stacked one on top the other, and with the strings hanging down. Has it occurred to anyone besides me that these branes are cages and the strings are the wires that make the cage that holds us inside? What about the white mice effect? A lab assistant comes with food and fresh water before the experiments begin. I sometimes think the Raeliens are on to something with their idea that we are the lab rats of a superior species. At our last gathering, that nut, Charles Fort, invited, I guess by Alice B. Toklas, who has a thing for him--God only knows why--declared that "We are property."
I showed the guys my home made dimensional construct that illustrates what I think happens with the invisible strings and the black holes. The strings go in one black hole and come out another, and that's how they patiently weave a universe. Like tatting. No, my strings don't vibrate; they just lie there. Vibrating is so over.
12:13:04 PM 
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