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RRRIP IN THE UNIVERSE
It all boils down to the interplay between chemicals and vacuums. And, if matter is merely the intersection of time and
location, then it would all boil down to simply vacuums.
That may very well be, but for the purposes of today's topic, let's
stick with vacuums and chemicals.
If the 2nd Law of Thermodynamics (in lay terms, everything breaks down) has a complement or counter-effect, it might be that "vacuums are constantly being created, and then chemistry comes along and finds ways to address or 'fill up' these vacuums."
For example, an experiment conducted recently at the Lawrence Livermore
National Laboratories (7000 East Ave., Lawrence, California), resulted in a small yet important explosion.
Although environmental and fiscal repercussions remain negligible (or so
they say), the philosophical "fallout," as it were, still dominates
Livermore's lunchroom debates.
Of course because of obvious national security reasons, specifics of the event haven't been fully divulged; however, unverifiable reports have it that "...A modicum of condensed energy units were processed in a machine capable of releasing or extracting the energy from those units after breaking down their encasement shells through a chemical process."
Turned out it was the result of a vacuum appeased.
Yet one of the initial observers incorrectly deduced from the
explosiveness of the event that what had happened was a case of
temporarily-restrained "outward-bound elements" (in other words, elements
that were already going that way anyway) undergoing a "rubber banding" effect
due to the sudden release of that restraint.
After considerable debate, this deduction was refuted because
secondary observations concluded that if the "rubber banding" theory were
correct, then a baby chick, for instance, upon emerging from its shell, must be
an original action, and not the result of previous crowings and layings (i.e.
the result of an earlier vacuum).
We could debate that one for hours... but that's a little bunny trail
we don't need to be hopping down right now because today's focus is
vacuums.
And how they can explain just about everything.
Here's how: OK, say we
could design the perfect experimenting environment, the world's most sterile
Petri dish. Only it would be a room, a very clean room, and
within a shuttlecraft, so as to eliminate "gravity" from affecting our
variables. Then we'd fly it to outer space, pressurize the cabin, and then
implode--not explode, mind you--rather we'd implode a box from within
that completely sterile cabin. If we restrict the
ability for our space cabin to repressurize itself, and if the dimensions of that
imploded box truly shrink, this would, among other results, make it harder for our
space travelers to breath.
In other words, the air within that spacecraft would be "stretched,"
so to speak.
"Hello Houston, yes it appears to be cheese."
Looked at another way, this is nothing more than a vacuum.
Why's that? If the
walls of the cabin could be measured for pressure, it would seem that they
"want" or "desire" to head inward.
OK, now fly your shuttlecraft back to Earth.
Go back to Livermore's lunchroom, and have a scientist ingest a bunch of
carbohydrates. What's happened? Those carbs were in the fields or on the trees (which
is to say they were in the universe proper), and now those carbs are within
a person. It's as if a vacuum has
been created because the fields or the trees seem to "want" those carbs
back. And they're not happy until
they get 'em back.
It's times like these it seems the whole universe, much like the
interior of our space cabin, is begging for that vacuum to be addressed.
And then the explosion happens. And
all is right with the universe... for a while.
Until the next vacuum. Until
the next build-up of internal gas.
Simply put, the reason why I fart is because the whole universe wants me
to fart.
It's the universe according to Uranus... erm, I mean Jupiter (Pluto?).
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