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A Brief Review of the Latest Issue of Fate Magazine: # 726

I have before me issue number 726, of Fate magazine. For those of you who have never seen, or heard, of Fate magazine, it is, as the subtitle on the front cover clearly states: True Reports of the Strange and Unknown.

I first learned of Fate: True Reports of the Strange and Unknown, when I was quite young. My mother regularly bought each monthly issue. It was founded in 1948, by Raymond A. Palmer (editor of Amazing Stories) and Curtis Fuller, a professional editor. I could go into further details, but I’d just be quoting Wikipedia.

It was actually a pretty decent read, until 1988, when it got into the hands of Llewellyn Publications. It went full bore New Age. I’ve nothing against New Agers, as such, but they frequently lose all grasp of anything properly sciencey, and accept wild claims at face value. It now belongs to Galde Press, Inc., which is as New Agey as they come.

The cover has a painting of what appears to be a near albino Bigfoot, presumably inspired by the lead article, the which article is entitled “Sasquatch”, by one Kewaunee Lapseritis, subtitled “Up close, personal communication with the Wise Ones”. Anyone familiar with Mr. Lapsertis will know that the article has no proof of anything, other than his say so. When you get to the actual article, the subtitle has changed. It now reads “Sasquatch A Terrestrial-Extraterrestrial?”.

I will quote from the second paragraph. That will be a sufficient review in itself. “After 57 years of research in cryptoanthropology, I have discovered the forest giants are really an evolved, nature people who migrated to earth with the help of friendly Star People millions of years ago, long before hairless humans were“seeded” here (their words). That was in September 1979 when both an ET and Sasquatch spoke to me telepathically. It was the shock of my life!”, end quote.

The cover is followed by several pages of advertisements, one for a warehouse bulk sale of old print issues of Fate (how could they possibly have not sold every copy of every issue?), and another for a book, Rulers of the Earth: Secrets of the Sons of God (now, who wouldn’t want to know that?).

Next comes the table of contents page. There are thirteen articles, four regular columns, and four departments who report in. The whole magazine is one-hundred and twenty-four pages long. There are ads scattered throughout. The ads are amazing in themselves. The last six pages are classified ads, about half of which are for over the phone psychic readings. The one for ROBERT “One of the best known

psychics in the country!”, is particularly enticing. That’s all it says, along with contact information, website and such. ROBERT “One of the best known psychics in the country!”

I’m giving up on anything like a real review at this point. Here’s just a few of the articles:

Vanga: Famous blind prophet and clairvoyant of Bulgaria”

The Rise of the Planet of the Bigfoot: What are we doing to aggravate Bigfoot?” by Brad Steiger, of all people.

Time-Slowing Tabbies: Is this the answer to immortality?”

Fate Missing Persons Bureau: Can you help find this missing woman?” It asks for any psychic help available.

The column by the editor, “From Your Editor”, highlights an experience she had when, years earlier, she had laid out several Atlantean Crystal Wands she had just made, on her dining room table, waiting for the leather wrapping to dry. I quote her, “Later, clairvoyantly, I saw a large, brown-haired Bigfoot walking around the table inspecting them. He had his hands clasped behind his back, and was intently looking at them.” End quote.

Since that is precisely how Kewaunee Lapseritis gets all his knowledge of the Wise Ones, we have come full circle in this review.

I must now go and order an Atlantean Crystal Wand, some smudge sticks, and evil psychic influence removing, specially ritually blessed and scented, Wiccan guaranteed cruelty free, vegan soap, to purge this review from my soul.

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Goblins: Their Habits and Haunts

From Wikipedia, the source we can all quote from and not get sued:

A goblin is a monstrous creature from European folklore, first attested in stories from the Middle Ages. They are ascribed various and conflicting abilities, temperaments and appearances depending on the story and country of origin. They are almost always small and grotesque, mischievous or outright evil, and greedy, especially for gold and jewelry. They often have magical abilities similar to a fairy or demon. Similar creatures include brownies, dwarves, gnomes, imps, and kobolds.

Whoever wrote this obviously has no real experience with goblins. For that, we must go to primary sources. These sources do not include J. R. R. Tolkien. Tolkien used the term “goblin” in The Hobbit. He later wished that he had used the word “orc”, which is not the same creature as a goblin.

No, we need to go to someone who has accurately described goblin behavior and appearances. That would be James Whitcomb Riley. He’s been dead long enough that I may quote him liberally, like unto Wikipedia, with no ensuing legal consequences.

So here goes:

Little Orphant Annie

Little Orphant Annie’s come to our house to stay,

An’ wash the cups an’ saucers up, an’ brush the crumbs away,

An’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep,

An’ make the fire, an’ bake the bread, an’ earn her board-an-keep;

An’ all us other childern, when the supper-things is done,

We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the mostest fun,

A-listenin’ to the witch-tales ‘at Annie tells about,

An’ the Gobble-uns ‘at gits you

Ef you

Don’t

Watch

Out!

Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn’t say his prayers, –

An’ when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,

His Mammy heerd him holler, an’ his Daddy heerd him bawl,

An’ when they turn’t the kivvers down, he wuzn’t there at all!

An’ they seeked him in the rafter-room, an’ cubby-hole, an’ press,

An seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an’ ever’-wheres, I guess;

But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an’ roundabout: –

An’ the Gobble-uns ‘ll git you

Ef you

Don’t

Watch

Out!

An’ one time a little girl ‘ud allus laugh an’ grin,

An’ make fun of ever’ one, an’ all her blood-an’-kin;

An’ wunst, when they was “company,” an’ ole folks wuz there,

She mocked ’em an’ shocked ’em, an’ said she didn’t care!

An’ thist as she kicked her heels, an’ turn’t to run an’ hide,

They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin’ by her side,

An’ they snatched her through the ceilin’ ‘for she knowed what she’s about!

An’ the Gobble-uns ‘ll git you

Ef you

Don’t

Watch

Out!

An’ little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,

An’ the lamp-wick sputters, an’ the wind goes woo-oo!

An’ you hear the crickets quit, an’ the moon is gray,

An’ the lightnin’bugs in dew is all squenched away, –

You better mind yer parunts, an’ yer teachurs fond an’ dear,

An’ cherish them ‘at loves you, an’ dry the orphant’s tear,

An’ he’p the pore an’ needy ones ‘at clusters all about,

Er the Gobble-uns ‘ll git you

Ef you

Don’t

Watch

Out!

From my own experience, you can catch one in a properly baited snare, utilizing locally caught, free range, naughty children. They have a nice pelt and they taste like chicken. The goblins, that is. Don’t eat the children. You can sell their left over bits to the wicked witch down the street, thereby destroying the evidence.

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Scientific Evidence That Bigfoot is not a Gigantopithecus

Grover Kranz was the first to propose that Sasquatches are descendants of some species of Gigantopithecus.

There are three known species of Gigantopithecus: blacki, bilaspurensis, and giganteus. Bilaspurensis fossils have been found in India. Giganteus fossils are from north India and western China. Blacki is the youngest of the species and fossils are from eastern China. Gigantopithecus blacki is therefore the culprit most likely to have been able to cross over the Bering Straits land bridge, since its youngest fossils are from about 100,000 years ago, and lowered sea levels from glaciation would have exposed the land bridge. Lots of different animal species did likewise, and migrated between the North American continent, and Asia, in both directions. Camelids, such as camels and llamas, evolved in North America, and scooted to Asia via that land bridge, for example.

Gigantopithecus blacki’s diet is known to have been fibrous plants, consisting of leaves and various grasses, especially bamboo. Bamboo seems to have been its favorite food, based on analyses of plant debris ground into the teeth that have been found.

An interesting sidenote: Gigantopithecus teeth were first identified by an anthropologist. They were found in 1935 by Ralph von Koenigswald in an apothecary shop in China. They were being sold as dragon teeth.

Now, relative to the scientific evidence that Bigfoot is not a kind of Gigantopithecus. The evidence comes from an experiment I have been conducting for quite some time.

Regular viewers of the Squatcher’s Lounge podcast will recall that I came to the aid of the Reverend Jeff and Mr. Batdorf, pseudoscientist, back in August, when Mr. Batdorf suddenly had the urge to wed his longtime female companion, and therefore was unable to uphold his end of that week’s podcast. We all hope, and presume, that, contrary to rumors, shotguns were not involved in inducing the marriage proposal.

But I digress.

In that podcast, I demonstrated that, contrary to rational thinking, there are indeed occasional Bigfoot sightings in the general Chicago area, some even within a mile or two of my house. Parenthetically, the name Chicago translates to smelly, or skunk, onions in the language of the Miami-Illini peoples who lived here, so maybe what we have here are skunk apes.

But again, I digress.

Based on the fondness of Gigantopithecines for bamboo, and the occasional nearness of Bigfoot to my house, I planted hardy bamboo around my house. I now have the largest patch of bamboo that I have knowledge of for several miles around. It has been here for almost 10 years now.

After ten years, I have found no evidence of any Bigfoot feeding on that bamboo. Nary a footprint, odd looking hairs, nary a gifting, nor portal, nor portal demons, have left any trace, physical, psychic, or otherwise.

I can confidently therefore announce that Bigfoot is not any kind of Gigantopithecus.

I have caught a couple three pandas, though. They have a nice pelt and taste like chicken.

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Does Anyone Really Know What Time It Is?

Night before last, when I was trying to come up with a topic for a quasi-theory for last night’s show, I whined in a message to the Reverend Jeff that I was drawing a blank on said topic. He suggested doing one on time travel. I replied that I didn’t believe in time. This, despite the evidence of my hair turning white. He then gave me time to come up with a topic by moving the show to Thursday night, although it was not moved simply to accommodate me.

Why do I not believe in time? It’s because whenever I look, it is always now. I think we think time is real only because we look at time through the wrong end of the telescope of consciousness, so to speak, so to speak metaphysically.

Physics says the universe has four sensible: dimensions, up and down, sideways, front and behind, and time. The number of necessary dimensions to account for everything below the atomic level are open to some debate, but 10 or 11 are broadly agreed on. But the now doesn’t really show up as one of them, as far as I can tell, but it is there as an assumption.

The old metaphysics of the ancient world took the now as the eternal basis for everything else. I will briefly discuss the Hindu version of this, one, because I consider myself a Hindu, philosophically, and two, because they are still alive and can explain it. I will leave the Sanskrit terms out of it.

What do I mean by the eternal now? It is that in which the past, present, and future appear to occur. It is that in which all individual discrete things exist. It is consciousness itself, before the objective universe pops up. It is the ocean of all consciousness, unconditioned pure beingness. There is no time as such. Time is a limitation that consciousness imposes on itself, so that limited creation can appear.

There are five of these self-imposed limitations. They are time, space, limited power, limited knowing, and desire, desire for limited, objectified experience. These five limitations make an infinite number of limited beings within the ocean of all consciousness, beings which include all the gods and goddesses, all the universes, galaxies, planets, us, all the what all there is, has been and will be, anything which is perceived as an individual object, is the result of those five limitations.

The five limitations make us look through the wrong end of the telescope of our consciousness. They are the telescope of our consciousness. Reverse the telescope and you begin to see the now. The now is very quasi.

Woo Squatches know all of this, of course, which is why we must habituate them and learn to use those portals and mind speak with them. The ancient aliens taught them everything.

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 For the reading impaired, an audio version of this quasi theory may be found here:

It’s Gone Viral!

Viruses are everywhere. There are 1033 of the teensy buggers on the planet. Just the weight of those in the ocean equals 75 million blue whales. They’re in your gut track, in dirt, in food; they’re even on the fringes of space, way high up in the atmosphere. Most viruses are not pathogens. We don’t even know what the hell most viruses do, other than that they exist.

Chunks of viral DNA make up a good part of the chordate genome. All of us creatures with anything like a backbone are chordates. This viral DNA in us is pretty much from viruses called retroviruses. They get in a cell and high jack the DNA, sticking their little genome into the DNA of the host cell, to make the host cell crank out more of the virus when the cell does it’s usual business.

Now retroviruses are messy little buggers when it comes to reproducing themselves. When a new little retrovirus pops out, it frequently has a bit of the host’s DNA as part of it’s genome, which then gets jammed into the DNA of a new host. The interesting part of the show happens when the retrovirus attacks an egg or a sperm cell, and the egg or sperm cell gets lucky, and I do mean in the naughty nudge nudge wink wink say no more kind of lucky.

The newly formed chordate progeny now has some of whatever that virus has been in before stuck into it, which can be made more interesting if that virus has gone and jumped species, like from pigs to birds to humans to… well you get my drift. Genetic drift.

Important things are known to have come from such retroviral shenanigans. Things like how placentas form during pregnancy in different mammals, where similar things occur but were caused by chunks of DNA inserted by different retroviruses in different species of mammals. Geneticists and microbiologists are just really beginning to look into this.

Here’s where I go all quasi on the subject.

I’ve been thinking that viruses are small enough to be quantum entangled. That is, you can produce a state in a group of them such that, if you tickle one of them, the others will start giggling, too. What you do to one of them happens to the other ones, as well.

I therefore googled it and found out that I’m not the only one who thinks so. There are scientists actually doing research, real experiments on the hypothesis, and there’s evidence that it really happens.

Now, if viruses are a major force driving evolution, and they apparently are, and they can be quantum entangled, which they apparently can, and quantum entanglement works through a higher order reality, or dimension, which is what theoretical physics currently thinks, is there a higher order intelligence, or intelligences, doing some of that quantum linking? When I look at evolutionary history, I see life going from exceedingly simple organisms, to more complex ones, to a highly complex, highly interdependent system, which is the opposite of what the theory of entropy says should happen.

And by higher order intelligences I do not mean ancient aliens.

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Divining Divination

This quasi was originally going to be on applied phrenology, an invention of mine, that used the old method of determining personality traits by feeling the bumps and dips on the outside of the cranium. After feeling up a client’s noggin, the phrenologist would then consult a chart of a generalized skull with the areas of various personality traits drawn on the skull, to do a character analysis of the client. A bump here meant one thing, a divot there another. This lump says you have criminal tendencies, that flat spot says you love children, maybe a little too much. Applied phrenology would use a mallet, ball peen hammer, and maybe a flat iron, to correct evil tendencies, and enhance good qualities, by enlarging, or flattening the appropriate place on the skull.

I decided not to do a quasi on that. Please feel free to use my invention however you see fit.

No, when I started looking up phrenology, I got other references to other forms of divination and got distracted. I blame Google.

Just on Wikipedia I found a list with over a hundred kinds, and that was just under the ones starting with A, B, and C.

Let’s list a few, in no particular order.

We all know about haruspication. I mean who hasn’t tried to figure out what’s going to happen next by examining the guts of some animal you have sacrificed for that purpose, especially sheep and poultry. I did that both in high school and college, looking for how to pass the biology class. The liver was the favorite organ for many and that aspect of haruspication is called hepatoscopy, which means “looking at a liver.”

Batrachomancy is divination by watching frogs. Armomancy is divination having one’s shoulders examined. Labiomancy uses the lips, the lips on the mouth. Get your minds out of the gutter.

Then there’s the always popular necromancy. How about abacomancy, reading dust? Gematria is one of my favorites. The modern form is numerology. Gematria assigns a numeric value to each letter of a given alphabet. You then add, subtract, divide, multiply, hell, maybe take the square root of, the numbers you come up with when you translate the letters of your name, or whatever, into the numeric equivalent.

I’m just going to list some more with no explanation. Getomancy, cattabomancy, bletonomancy, drimimancy, micromancy, molybdomancy, skatharomancy. This is driving my spell corrector nuts.

I’ll end with a completely idiotic one, a modern one, only possible since the invention of digital playlists: Shufflemancy. Yes, there are those among us who believe you can predict the future based on putting your favorite playlist on shuffle and examining what the shuffle comes up with.

I am sure that a good haruspication would be more accurate, if you’ve got the guts to do it.

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The Map of the Universe in Your Head

 

So, you get born, born as in popping out of your mommie’s tummy. Your little earsies hear some noise, your whole little body is wet and cold, and, if you were born long enough ago, your little butt hurts and you’re dizzy, because some one has dangled you by your feet and smacked your little bottom.

But what is your eensie, teensie, but rapidly growing and developing brain doing, the brain in which your mind is hiding? Why it’s busily trying to assemble all this noise and wet and cold and aching little butt into a map of the universe.

Look in your head. Now. Do it. Don’t pick up a hammer or a drill, use your mind’s eye, use your sense of self, the ability to focus your attention outwardly through your senses, or inwardly on your mind. Look in. What is going on in there? Probably too much at one time, but look, down under that, there’s map!

It’s a map in the sense that, while you grew up, as you had all that sensory input, all those experiences you have had, have been assembled into a map of those experiences. You usually don’t think of it that way, but you have linked all that sensory data into mass of memory, with connecting bridges, overpasses, underpasses, cloverleaves, sidewalks, escalators, stairways, hallways, and short cuts, all to make a coherent map of your world.

And it’s not a 3-D map, it’s fully four dimensional! The past is known and the future is under construction, but you’ve started working out that future road in your imagination, haven’t you?

And what was the way you made the map, starting right from that wee baby brain? You did it, usually unconsciously, by hypothesis. You still do it. Your mind groups the data, makes an assumption, tests the assumption, and you get your little fingers burnt when you assume that the pretty light is so pretty it can’t hurt you, and you stick your hand in the fire. A few years later, you stick it in the light socket to see what makes the lamp turn on. Your hypothesis has been tested. You either revise the hypothesis, test it, and redraw that part of the map, or mama finds you toasted to a crisp when you stick your whole arm in the fire, or finds you lying on the floor needing a defibrillator for your little heart.

This is the basis of science. You just have to start consciously testing and improving that map in your head, and presto change-o, you’re a scientist!

This is assuming, of course, that you weren’t born with your head up your ass. If that is the case, your map will be quite small and provincial, and very self centered. Observing almost any politician will prove my point.

 

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Sasquatch responsible for headless corpses in Canada – SLP4-23

We See the Wee Folk and They Ain’t that Wee

Way back in high school, some friends and I went to hang out at a coffee house that was only open on Saturday nights. They always had one local folksinger or another performing. It was in the basement of a convent.

A few hours after we got there, one of us went out for a bit of fresh air. A few minutes later, he came rushing back in, all oddly excited and perturbed. He said we had to go out in back, where the parking lot was, and look at the trees at the back edge of the property. He wouldn’t tell us what we were going to look at, he just wanted to see what we thought was going on. There was a good singer wailing away on his guitar so we said no. Our friend sat down and fidgeted until the song was done, and then compelled us to get outside.

It was dark, there was no moon up. It was summer, but no special day. We got to the back edge, where there were some trees. We all stood there quietly, looking at the trees, because our friend said that was where he saw it. It looked like a very dark grove of trees.

Gradually, though, the scene changed. Just past the trees you could see a meadow, with a pond in it. The area was lit up as though the moon was full and high. Wisps of fog drifted about. You could hear music playing, a bit like bagpipes, but much sweeter and enchanting. A drummer was playing, a medium quick beat, sounding a bit like an Irish bodhran.

A few minutes later, next to the pond, a circle of dancers appeared, not fully visible, but like a misty, foggy, circle of dancers, dancing in long diaphanous robes. The dancers and robes were indistinct, but had the glowing, blue-white color of the full moon. They appeared taller than us and slender.

We watched, gob smacked speechless, for maybe five minutes. I then started to walk down toward the dancers. Suddenly, a fear began to rise up in us. It felt like something off to the right of us, in very dense woods, just noticed us being able to see the dancers and was very pissed off about it.

We turned tail and ran to the car, jumped in, and hauled ass out of there. For several miles it felt like something very tall and dark was watching from the convent grounds, looming toward us, making unclear but very dire threats as to what would happen should we come back.

Now, we had only ever gone to the coffee shop after dark, so we never had really seen what the property behind the convent looked like. A few weeks later a couple-three of us convinced each other to go have a look at the forest and pond in broad daylight.

There was no pond. There was a narrow thicket of trees and then a farmer’s field. There was no dense forest off to the right, where the guardian of the fairy dance had stood guard.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEYgLxAEH-M

Schrödinger’s Cat and the Trousers of Time

At the end of last week’s quasi-theory, I made the mistake of mentioning Schrödinger’s cat. I have been told by a higher authority, i. e., the Reverend Jeff, that I should somehow expand on Schrodinger’s famous thought experiment, even though I specifically said that, and I quote, “I refuse to explain Schrödinger’s cat.”

Erwin Schrödinger devised his thought experiment in 1935 to illustrate a problem in applying a quantum mechanics idea to larger, complex systems. The idea was, that at the atomic and smaller level, quantum systems, like electrons, atoms, protons and such, the actual state of the system is a sort of superposition of all possible states that that system could possibly have. It isn’t until an outside observation is made that the superposition of all possible states collapse into one specific state. The observer can be anything from another quantum system getting close enough to interact with the system under consideration, to a real experimental physicist, who does real things, and doesn’t just play around with mathematics all day. Schrödinger named this weird ass connection between the observer and the observed, “entanglement”, although, being Austrian, he actually named it “verschränkung”, which means, oddly enough, entanglement.

So, Schrödinger thought that this whole entanglement thingy was absurd, especially since it surely didn’t seem to be happening to anything in the normal world. He took, purely in thought, his cat and stuck it in a box. He put a mechanism in the box with the cat, presumably in way that the cat couldn’t play with it and thereby muck up the thought experiment. The mechanism had a bit of radioactive material, a Geiger counter, a trip hammer, and a vial of hydrocyanic acid. When the Geiger counter detects the decay of an atom of the radioactive material, it triggers the trip hammer to smash the vial, the hydrocyanic acid evaporates and becomes cyanide, and presto change-o, the cat is dead. There’s only a teensy bit of the radioactive stuff, so there’s only a small chance at any moment that the cat will be killed.

Now, if the whole quantum entanglement theory works on big things, too, the radioactive decay, will, or won’t, happen, until we open the box. The cat is therefore both dead and alive until we take a peek in the box.

Here’s where it gets weird. Quantum entanglement has been experimentally shown to be real. It has been shown to be real in experiments using around ten million electrons, as well as ten million photons.

And here’s where the trousers of time enter the scene.

We have all become familiar with the idea that, at any given instant, when we make a decision to do one thing or another, our timeline splits, like the legs of a pair of pants, thereby producing an alternate universe. There’s a timeline where we had chocolate instead of vanilla. There’s a timeline where we chose strawberry instead. If we are picking from amongst Ben and Jerry flavors, with Baskin-Robbins thrown in, the legs of the trousers of time become more like pants for a millepede.

Schrödinger’s cat had only two choices: alive or dead. I ask you, is that poor kitty therefore a zombie?

My thanks to the late Terry Pratchett for the beautiful trousers of time metaphor.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbQwDu7hXDY

For the reading impaired, an audio version of this quasi theory may be found here:

https://youtu.be/Qw_F1YjI6_Y

Flatland is an Event Horizon

The Reverend Jeff, of Squatcher’s Lounge Fame, suggested that I do a quasi theory on the idea that the event horizon of a black hole is two dimensional, an idea that was initially proposed years ago, but has somehow popped up again in various news feeds of those of us who have gone and liked, as in Facebook “liked”, a number of science related Facebook pages.

After spending a good deal of time yesterday researching the proposed two dimensional flatness of black holes, researched as in Googling the bejesus out of black hole related words and phrases, I have come to the conclusion that the mathematical physicists doing the research mean one thing by two dimensional, and the people writing the articles popping up in news feeds mean another.

What I mean is that black holes are, in point of fact, spherical. They are not flat, as such. The two dimensional surface being discussed is the flat surface of a sphere, which is flat only if you are a flat being living on the surface of the sphere and can’t look up, but only sideways along the plane of the sphere.

Of course there aren’t any beings, as such, living on the surface of a black hole, because a black hole has no surface, as such. It has what they euphemistically call an event horizon. Matter, light, what have you, disappears almost utterly when it passes the event horizon, giving a last gasp of breath, or maybe sort of a fart, known as Hawking radiation, named after Steven Hawking.

I know that if I were being crushed by a black hole, I’d be hawking up everything, too, so the name is quite appropriate.

Hawking radiation is defined as a virtual particle. A virtual particle is neither here nor there. A Hawking radiation virtual particle only gets to here, or there, if it gets to escape the event horizon. If it does that, it becomes the radiation that lets us detect the black hole. Apparently a lot of these virtual particles escape black holes and head our way because we have detected black holes. This seems like circular reasoning to me, but that’s mathematical physics for you. Neither here nor there, much like Schrodinger’s cat, who is neither dead or alive until you open the door of the box the cat lives in.

I refuse to explain Schrodinger’s cat, but I have often wondered if Schrodinger put a litter box in with his cat.

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Bigfoot captured stalking girl in Tatra Mountains – SLP4-19
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXXCo_sYnls