The motivation behind the total acceptance of reality as being the only physical concept is the denial of imagination.
Danny Kemp November 2015.
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On Both Sides Of a Black Hole Is There Time?
Time is relative to a moment. It is as if it is a particle in space so abstract as not to feel or experience.
Yet Time is so tangible and physical that it is real. There is a difference between time and Time.
In May, I wrote my first article on Time. (https://theauthordannykemp.com/2014/05/18/did-god-create-time-or-is-god-time-a-philosophers-dream/)
In it I argue that Time existed before anything else was created, in fact, nothing could be created without the existence of Time. I split the entity of Time into two: the terminology used as a measurement of past, passing and future time, and the organism; Time. (living matter)
Let me first argue this point. Is Time quantifiable as Matter in the sense of having mass and volume, or, is it, as some branches of science would exclude from Matter; energy, such as light and sound?
Light, as we know it, travels along a magnetic field. But for magnetism to exist it must have all the attributes of a particle; atoms. The Sound that we hear is a vibration of pressure causing displacement of air. Air contains particles.
Therefore, Light and sound are Matter.
Matter is composed of atoms, and although Matter can be altered in its shape it cannot be destroyed. But Time is also an energy.
The Earth has five primary layers: the troposphere, the stratosphere, the mesosphere, the thermosphere and the exosphere. In all of which exists Time as its binding. Planets and the like are at differing, but constant levels of time apart. (this time is in lowercase, as it’s used as a measurement) The exosphere layer is the last measurable level before outer space and from which particles travel further, drawn into the magnetosphere, or the Van Allen Belt effect. To have any magnetic force, there must be both particles and energy.
Does air (that part that’s measurable in the magnetosphere) then disintegrate into ‘Black Holes’ and is this where the other Time began?
A Black Hole, by its definition, exhibits such strong gravitational effects that nothing including particles and light can escape from inside it. So how could Matter (as the organism of Time) enter our solar system from there?
Easily!
I’m not a physicist. I did, however, study biochemistry but not as much as I would have liked. I’m just a simple man with an inquiring mind who loves debating the impossible in an attempt to discover all that I don’t know. I answered ‘easily’ to my own question, so let me explain.
Collapsing stars are said to form Black holes, it’s their disintegrated mass that is possible to see. To disintegrate and collapse and then reform as a mass, requires energy. Energy can neither be created nor destroyed, but it can change form.
Mass and energy are closely related. In many disciplines of science, energy is explained by its transformation from one substance into another. In chemistry, for example, there is often an increase or decrease of energy in the substances used, but the overall ‘mass’ never changes.
Time, as I argued in that first article, is perpetual. To be everlasting requires Energy as its source. This source existed before Matter was created and will exist when all physical Matter is destroyed. Time, capital T, will remain. Therefore, if my argument is correct, Time is the transformation of Matter into Energy. On both sides of a black hole could there really be the Time required for our solar system’s existence?
Daniel Kemp—-He’s old but still asking questions.
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I Have No Time For Any Nursery Rhyme
If Jack and Jill ran up that hill just to fetch a pail of water,
Did they survive Jack’s broken crown and in love live forever after?
If the cradle did rock and the baby did drop then what became of that tree?
Was it burnt to the ground with a sizzling sound, or was it allowed to grow free?
Hey, Diddle Diddle, the cat had a fiddle that led to a cow jumping over the moon.
Well, what would you do if that cat was playing a fiddle that had been out of tune!
Ding dong bell Pussy’s in the well. Oh, what a tragedy for a child to behold.
And what’s more, he could have frozen to death if that water was freezing cold!
Hickory Dickory Dock made a mouse run up the clock,
But we’re not told if it suffered there from the booming; tick-tock!
It’s Raining It’s Pouring the old man is snoring and he wouldn’t get out of his bed.
Perhaps his head was bleeding from the knock he got and he was nearing being dead!
Little Jack Horner was sat in a corner. “Why?” I asked my mum.
“Because he’d stuck his fingers in my pie and I’d cut off his thumb!”
Mystery lines of nursery rhymes that our mother’s sung to us all.
I lost interest the day I learned that Humpty Dumpty had taken a big fall.
In pieces, he lay as the King’s men did play and their horses galloped around.
I came to the conclusion that the world was mad and silly rhymes should never be allowed.
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An Irish Dream
Today I drink and ne’er again will be sober,
Till I cross the sea that lays before me
And swim ashore on foreign land.
There to rest my aching body
Neath the stars that’ll shine on me.
Fare you well my friends and neighbours,
Drink my health and wish me well.
One day we’ll drink together
On that shore beyond the sea.
Green and yellow wave behind me
Fly me high and take me far.
Cast my dreams before my journey
Let no memory of me scar
Blow you wind against the barley
Sway light you golden ears
Play the music soft and low
Dry away your sorrowful tears.
Today you drink and ne’er again be sober
In this land beyond the sea
The grave you view is barren and empty
Cos that dream still lives in me
Speak my name and toast me plenty
On this Island in the sea!
Oh Mary dear, come you back in summer
Paint the meadows green with rain
Warm sun to colour yellow
Then dig the hole and hide the blame.
Rolling shadows, flowing mountains,
Silent valleys, deepest sea
Dreams unfolding all before you,
Visions that only we can see.
Unfurl the flag, play the pipes.
Soulful melody, stills the air.
Until we reach that land that waits us.
Can you see it over there?
Today you drink and ne’er again be sober
In this land beyond the sea
The grave you view is barren and empty
Cos that dream still lives in me
Speak my name and toast me plenty
On this Island in the sea!
Oh Mary dear, come you back in summer
Paint the meadows green with rain
Warm sun to colour yellow
Then dig the hole and hide the blame.
Today we’ll drink and ne’er again be sober
In this land beyond the sea
We’ll pick all the four-leaf clover
Wear it proud so all can see.
Speak the name and toast it plenty
Of this Ireland in the sea!
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What Happened In Vienna, Jack?
A short story about a young policeman, the corruption in London during the 1970’s and a man not from Guildford; an unrivaled spy.
Available for 99p from 6 August
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The Mother and Son Who Make the Fun
Available for 99p 4 August. Book Three in the Teddy and Tilly’s travels
Chapter One
One gloriously sunny afternoon when Tilly was helping her mother to carry in the dried washing from the line stretched over the long grass at the rear of their farm house, she suddenly started to laugh for no reason.
“What on earth is the matter, Tilly?” Mary asked in an agitated fashion, at first mistaking the laughter to be one of distress. “Are you okay?” she asked.
“Perfectly, Mum! I was thinking of a funny thing said at my school this morning. It was so amusing that I just had to laugh again.”
“What was it then?”
“Well, the bell had rung ages ago when Glen, you know him, Mrs Roberts’s son, finally arrived in class. Miss Susan asked why he was late and he replied; because the school started too early, Miss! Everyone rolled up. Of course, that didn’t include the teacher. She was not amused at all!”
“At least he was quick-witted,” Mary responded.
“Yes, he was! It started me thinking though, Mum, about how different we all are but share happiness and sorrow. By that I mean, that there are so many languages spoken in the world while a smile is a smile wherever one goes. I wonder why?” Tilly asked.
“I don’t know the answer to that one, Tilly, perhaps Dad does. We’ll ask him at dinner tonight. He said that he’ll be late home, that’s why Teddy went to help out. Ploughing can be a very tiring job on your own!” thoughtfully she replied.
“I know the answer, but I don’t want you to think I was eavesdropping on your conversation because I wasn’t. No, noise travels easily through my clouds. I listen carefully to hear voices that I know! Hello there, Tilly! Hello, Mum! How are you both?” It was Jacobi, hanging from the underneath of Nebula, his favourite cloud.
“It’s looking heavenly down there today, would you mind if I came down and had a cuppa with you both, Mum?” he asked.
“I simply can’t remember the last time someone other than I made the tea! Once a poet always a poet! Don’t you agree?”
“I do indeed,” Mum replied, adding, “It will be my pleasure to concede.” She giggled at her rhyme. “Not only will I concede to your wish, but it will be an absolute honour to welcome you to our home, Jacobi. I only wish Peter and Teddy were here to greet you!”
Jacobi was in good spirits as Nebula split in half, allowing the old man to lower himself gently to the ground grasping what appeared to be a white rope but was, in fact, a thin vapour of mist.
“Well, then, in that case, we will enjoy each other’s company whilst supping tea and dunking biscuits together! Have you any of those delicious all butter shortbreads of yours, Tilly?” he asked, taking her hand as she led the way into the kitchen.
I do and I know where Teddy hides his chocolate digestives, Jacobi. He thinks I’m thick!” she announced loudly.
“Good-oh!” he said. “Let’s leave the discussion about fun until the other two arrive, as it is a bit of a sad tale to relate on an empty stomach.”
“Did the birds not feed you?” Mum asked in amazement.
“They did, Mum, but I’ve been over the sea today and yesterday so the pickings were rather small with little nourishment. I had some wonderful sweet and savoury pancakes from Holland just before arriving, but before them nothing substantial at all. That was a really funny joke you told, Tilly. I know a joke!” he exclaimed. “Want to hear it?” he asked.
“Very much we do,” an excited Mary replied. “I bet you’ve heard millions on your travels. All the best ones too, I suspect.”
“This is a cracker. Stand by to laugh your socks off! What do call a horse with a carrot in each ear?”
“I don’t have the foggiest idea,” Tilly answered.
“Anything you want as he can’t hear you. Good, eh! I should have been a comedian.” Bemused, Tilly and her mother looked at each other as Jacobi silently looked on.
“I must say I wasn’t expecting that,” Tilly replied with a disappointed look. “I did think you might have known a much funnier one!”
“You want a better one? Then so be it. But it’s not my fault if you both fall over, failing to control yourselves after hearing it. Stand by! Why does a dog wag its tail? Because no one else will wag it for him. Ah! I see I’m not as funny as I thought. Never mind. I’ll take you to meet The Mother and Son Who Make the Fun after we’ve had a good old chat about what you have all been up to since meeting my mermaid friend Nirinda. But first the tea and biscuits, I think. Have you any of that marvellously memorable walnut cake, Mum? Jacobi asked.
“You have a good memory,” Mum replied, laughing. “It was only last week that you ate some before our underwater adventure!”
“That’s true, yes, but did you hear what the Loch Ness Monster said to a friend he hadn’t seen for a while?-Long time no sea! How was that one then?”
“Better!” a smiling Tilly responded. “You almost got a ha ha.”
From outside the building came the sound of a bicycle being thrown against a wall then falling to the ground, a loud metallic crash. Suddenly the closed door swung open and there stood a flustered Teddy, breathing heavily.
“I saw the cloud and came as soon as I could. Have either of you been up the hill and seen Jacobi?” he enquired perplexedly, as he undid his trouser bike clips then gasped in shock!
“You’re here! In our kitchen! How! Why did you come? Why are you here? Has something bad happened?”
“Slow down, Teddy! All’s fine! Jacobi just popped in for tea and a bite to eat. Where is your father? Is he on his way home?” Mary calmly asked.
“Yes! He’s putting the tractor in the shed then coming straight here. He thought the same as me. That something was wrong!”
“Has your tractor got a name, Teddy?” Jacobi asked.
“Not that I know of, but Dad does call it names sometimes when he has a temper.”
“Tell your father to put a carrot in each ear before he calls it names, then he won’t know which names he uses. No, wait a moment, that’s not right is it? He has to put the carrots in the tractor’s ears. Yes, that’s it!” Jacobi looked puzzled but no more so than Teddy, who agonisingly asked, “What?”
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City Life
Careful steps, running strides. Some that slip, some that slide.
Feet that move up and down, some noisy. Some silent without a sound.
Mouths that mumble, mouths that kiss. Mouths shut firmly, some mouthing… ‘it’s you I miss’.
Mouths moving up and down, some making sense others just a meaningless sound.
Noisy cars, bikes that roar. Machines thundering and planes that soar.
Resounding noises going up and down. Some we cannot live without others best confined to underground.
Could life be lived at a more gentle pace, or are we simply a noisy race?
Build me a screen behind which I could disappear until there’s something I want to hear!
Invaded, insulted, threatened or worse. Why is noise such a curse?
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A Man
I ask for very little and I’ll take even less.
I will offer you nothing that is not my best.
I shall not speak simply to hear my own voice,
But I’ll listen to you, not through obligation but through choice.
Mistakes I’ve made a plenty and still there are more to come.
I’ve lived a varied life and have regrets over some things I’ve done.
Choices I’ve made have been wrong at times
Consequences have penalties, I have underpaid some fines!
I paint no flowery picture of what I am,
I am nothing if I’m not a man!
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Kent
On still water, a graceful swan does swim.
As a horse trots by, its rider upright and trim.
A swallow swoops an insect to grab.
Why is city life so dull and drab?
A fishing rods snaps, a prey to catch.
Two lovers walk past, their giggling match.
A breeze blows the heat away.
Just another sweet, warm countryside day.
Paths through woods blazed by the Sun.
Joggers on a midday run.
Peace and quiet, a heaven on earth
Broken only by pleasure filled mirth.
Give me a bench to sit and stare,
Where time would pass without a care.
Take the city far from here.
Out of sight and beyond my ear!
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Reasons
Reasons, a collection of three short stories all by me and totally FREE! until 11 July
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