The Hyperborean
Mythos
Middle
of the Pendulum
(Dr. Nutt in Ushuaia, Argentina, 2010) Part III
In the Silence
Dr.
Nutt. I fell into a sky that
now had grown dark, the whole scene took on a semi-nocturnal aspect, and made me
think of doom, in the twilight of a dying sun.
It was as if I was on the airless moon in silence. I heard not even a
leave or an insect move, uncanny silence.
It was the silence of the endless emptiness.
Death nearly confirmed by disquietude.
Now I heard a sound in the silence of this macabre scene, like a click,
the swing of a pendulum. I turned to listen closer, what reality was I now to
confront? ...
No sooner had the movement of the pendulum made another click I felt warmth.
I was petrified, I felt I was weighted down by some unavoidable nightmare. But
I felt motion, and heat emerged from this motion, even from its shadow motion
came as if one thing triggered another, and heat thereafter, for the moon was
at first cold—figuratively speaking for I don’t know if I was or if I wasn’t on
the moon mentally, spiritually in some time and space box, and that’s where I
felt I was. And now I was watching, which was another interaction, my brain
awhirl, it was reactivated with dizzying terror, but reactivated all the same,
and that mattered.
The previous ebbing blackness was disappearing and consciousness was
lifted, leaving behind death, the moon, the shadow, the cold and thus, peering
at hospital walls.
Statistical
Physics
Dr.
Nutt sat up on the edge of his hospital bed,
trying to figure out what took place. He looked at the probabilistic nature of
heat, thermodynamics, and saying to himself out loud: “Cold
teaspoons are heated up in hot water.”
He had been for the most part—while vacationing in Ushuaia (Patagonia,
2010)—had fallen into the Beagle
Canal strolling its muddy shores down below his Motel: he was taken out as
dead, a cold fish dead as a doornail,
evidently that had heated back up, but how was that so, he pondered?
“It’s all interaction,” he told himself. “Hot to
cold. Hot is hot, because atoms move more quickly compared to cold, which move
slower, with zero friction, the pendulum will move endlessly forever, friction
produces heat. The swing of the pendulum is friction.” He was
trying to put the puzzle together, what happened to him, evidently he had
fallen into the canal, and survived: “I was in the middle of the pendulum, sort
of speaking, until I started to run in my dead state (or dream state or
unconscious state) thus I swung the pendulum, a hot body materializes when
material collided, heat passes to a colder body.”
He now
was concentrating on the edge of his bed, as the nurses looked in now and then
on him pondering with his hands on his forehead: he concentrated on
electromagnetic waves, which vibrate randomly, —for he firmly believed he was
dead, and he was dead. He emblematically told himself, I was as if thrown into
a boat of protons that move fast like molecules in a hot balloon, when they
heat they defuse, especially in the cold water. His mind now went to gravitational
fields; thinking, this is what scientists do, try to figure out, what there is
to figure out, for he worked for the Los Andes Space Center high up in the Andes of Peru
where he worked as a scientist, as an astrophysics technician.
“Time and Space,” he mumbled, “thermal vibrations of hot space-time took place. I was flowing
between dead and life—time! I don’t know the exact formula, but time flows,
location doesn’t and to the body the question asked was ‘What is the present’
for a while there was no answer for a ‘now’ answer. The present can be an
illusion to the universal flow of time…”
He knew a hot body cannot become hotter through cold contact, so the
dynamics of heat would say, the roots of heat has an independent nature. Heat
being like a balloon, deflating unpredictable as for molecule activity. When
molecules collide heat passes from the hotter body to the colder.
“The thermostat in my body sensing death, and knowing how the
consciousness is formed, that is to say, 100-billion neurons in the brain being
thawed out to work, likened to the 100-billion stars in the Milky Way, tells us
’…you are free to run to escape death’s claws—go!’ for there is not an ‘I’ in
my neurons in my brain, the ‘I’ is formed by knowledge and culture handed down
through representations. And so I stepped out of the middle of the pendulum,
allegorically speaking, with what someone might call, a moment in time and
space, between death and life, there was a spark, a reaction that triggered
another reaction that produced heat, —perhaps God’s hands are more warming than
we care to acknowledge. And this heat took precedence, and gave me back life;
who’s to say, it’s all still a mystery.”
#5241/ 5-14-2016
