nightcleaner
A beautiful and disquieting image, Marcus. I am very glad you were careful of your feet. Do you know the bar/restaurant called Nepenthes located near Big Sur? I have a close friend who worked there in the late 60's, and he never seems to tire of recalling the times he spent meditating on the ocean from Nepenthes' deck, hundreds of feet above the surf. But it seems the place is in the hands of developers now, and styles itself a resort. I wonder if the Black Angel still hangs above the gift shop door?
Well, I have been guilty of wild speculations about big bangs beyond black holes before, and I am glad to hear that the polymaths are beginning, with caution, to say it may be possible. The notion seems to me to have a beautiful symmetry. Time and space once again seem to extend themselves beyond the horizons.
Now what about tidal forces and information? I will boldly speculate that tidal forces will not be a barrior to passage of information for the simple reason that the compression is of timespace itself, and objects as we know them are completely dependent on the timespace background. If the background compresses smoothly, so will the objects embedded in it. Therefore there should be some physical conditions which would allow passage of information through the event horizon and then through the "singularity" itself.
Essentially I am speculating that the "singularity" is not a singularity at all, but merely another infinite spacetime, infinitely removed from our point of observation. All lines seem to converge at infinity, but if you translate your point of view to the infinite location, Euclid's fifth postulate still holds. Infinity, like its inverse, the singularity, is permanently shrouded in an event horizon. We are never allowed to look on G-d's naked face. It is for our own protection. If we ever evolved enough to see G-d's face directly, we would no longer exist...not that we would be ripped apart by tidal forces, but that the perfect definition excludes our imperfect existence. G-d naked is solitary, and it seems G-d is not amused by that.
I think G-d is amused when we stand upon the cliff, and pleased when we choose to step back. It is not G-d's fault, when we look down at the surf, full of doubts and fears, but our own.
Be well Marcus, and all...
Richard
Well, I have been guilty of wild speculations about big bangs beyond black holes before, and I am glad to hear that the polymaths are beginning, with caution, to say it may be possible. The notion seems to me to have a beautiful symmetry. Time and space once again seem to extend themselves beyond the horizons.
Now what about tidal forces and information? I will boldly speculate that tidal forces will not be a barrior to passage of information for the simple reason that the compression is of timespace itself, and objects as we know them are completely dependent on the timespace background. If the background compresses smoothly, so will the objects embedded in it. Therefore there should be some physical conditions which would allow passage of information through the event horizon and then through the "singularity" itself.
Essentially I am speculating that the "singularity" is not a singularity at all, but merely another infinite spacetime, infinitely removed from our point of observation. All lines seem to converge at infinity, but if you translate your point of view to the infinite location, Euclid's fifth postulate still holds. Infinity, like its inverse, the singularity, is permanently shrouded in an event horizon. We are never allowed to look on G-d's naked face. It is for our own protection. If we ever evolved enough to see G-d's face directly, we would no longer exist...not that we would be ripped apart by tidal forces, but that the perfect definition excludes our imperfect existence. G-d naked is solitary, and it seems G-d is not amused by that.
I think G-d is amused when we stand upon the cliff, and pleased when we choose to step back. It is not G-d's fault, when we look down at the surf, full of doubts and fears, but our own.
Be well Marcus, and all...
Richard