Quantum Confinement and Pandemic

Are you a particle trapped in a one-dimensional box?

If so, it could be argued that the metaphor of quantum confinement might very loosely apply. Only certain things are allowed. Your wavefunction is forbidden to propagate outside your walls {unless you have a very good reason} and you may have experienced rattling around inside your walls like a trapped tiger at a zoo. The pandemic has caused confinement, you are for the time being trapped and not a free particle.

This metaphor can be extended to people who live “one dimensional” lives.  Only certain things are allowed in that life, others are forbidden, we create our own mental walls and boundaries and are stuck oscillating therein. Say for example we are obsessed by the reductionist scientific paradigm, then anything which is outside of that paradigm is taboo, verboten. In a sense we have trapped ourselves in a paradigm and because the walls are so very high, we cannot tunnel out, there is no part of our wavefunction external to the paradigm. To be a practising shaman and a purveyor of quantum mechanics is inconceivable and therefore forbidden when trapped within the reductionist pseudo-logical paradigm.

In order to free ourselves we have to change the paradigm through which we observe and interpret the world and the manifested life within it.  It is from within the paradigm that we limit our beingness.

Are you a particle trapped in a one-dimensional box?

Quantum Optics Patent Fee Paid

Partly spurred on by yesterday’s “door” dream I have just been online at the Intellectual Property Office to request a substantive examination of my patent application and pay the £160 fee.

It might seem a little strange as juxtaposition to some of the other content on this blog.

It is a bit like buying a lottery ticket.

I can’t withdraw my request, so I just have to sit back and see what happens. It will make me smile if it gets granted. Some old geezer writing quantum optics patents in his shed in Brittany gets a patent granted at the UK patent office.

We have an attic which I could turn into a laser lab.

Yesterday afternoon was DIY mania, I am a bit of a flat pack diva. We were able to pick up our IKEA order at a local supermarket. There is just a tiny bit of flooring to do and the kitchen is finished bar some glossing.

Next step is taking off the door in the hall and removing 6mm off the bottom. Then it is back to flooring frenzy.

So, fingers crossed, let’s see what the dudes at Newport think…

“Enemy” Quotes

In the practice of tolerance, one’s enemy is the best teacher.

Dalai Lama

 

An enemy generally says and believes what he wishes.

Thomas Jefferson

 

The best weapon against an enemy is another enemy.

Friedrich Nietzsche

 

If you want to make peace with your enemy, you have to work with your enemy. Then he becomes your partner.

Nelson Mandela

 

The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.

Sun Tzu

 

Self-pity is our worst enemy and if we yield to it, we can never do anything wise in this world.

Helen Keller

 

Alcohol may be man’s worst enemy, but the bible says love your enemy.

Frank Sinatra

 

It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.

William Blake

 

One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.

E.B. White

 

A doubtful friend is worse than a certain enemy. Let a man be one thing or the other, and we then know how to meet him.

Aesop

 

There are only two people who can tell you the truth about yourself – an enemy who has lost his temper and a friend who loves you dearly.

Antisthenes

 

In times of rapid change, experience could be your worst enemy.

J.Paul Getty

 

One of the most lasting pleasures you can experience is the feeling that comes over you when you genuinely forgive an enemy – whether he knows it or not.

Orlando A. Battista

 

No one is to be called an enemy, all are your benefactors, and no one does you harm. You have no enemy except yourselves.

Francis of Assisi

Royalty, Taboo, Employability and The Infernal Woodshed

This week started off with an email from Times Higher suggesting that there are still some strong taboos amongst the thoroughly open minded, unbiased, totally non-judgemental and utterly inclusive “Academy”.

From Times Higher Education

MONDAY 25 JANUARY 2021

Good morning,

Today we explore medical research into psychedelic drugs and the risks involved in researchers talking openly about using banned substances themselves in the name of furthering knowledge. Plus, we hear from English sector leaders who warn that new cuts to arts funding and courses in London will hurt universities and students. We also examine fresh evidence about the impact of doctoral study on mental well-being.

UNDER THE INFLUENCE

Research into the effects of illegal drugs, both in terms of more knowledge about their impacts and whether they can be of clinical use for physical and mental disorders, has often been controversial. However, it can be even more controversial when researchers themselves take such substances to further their understanding. With medical research into psychedelic drugs booming – such as clinical trials on the use of MDMA to treat post-traumatic stress disorder under way in the US and psilocybin-based drugs for depression under development in the UK – questions are again arising about researchers taking psychedelics, even if they firmly believe that it gives them a vital insight into how the substances affect the brain.

Hey man, I have had acid on a number of occasions {not a big fan} and was partial to magic mushrooms {big fan}, sometimes in very large quantities. See I have now gone and ruined my employability even further!! I could also do spliff-gate or cookie-gate and make public a list of anyone with whom I have partaken. You know who you are….

Do you ever get the impression that a whole bunch of people have their heads right up their hypocritical arses?

People can get sacked for blogs and for inappropriate pictures, the thought police are alive and well in the 21st century. It is my calculation that I am unemployable even though I possess knowledge and skills which might be useful. And now because of this blog I am even more unemployable.

Quel dommage.

Over the last few days, I / we have been struggling with an infernal puzzle made deep in the secret heart of the People’s Republic of China – A flat pack woodshed, 3 by 2 by 1.50 metres. It is now 99.5 % finished and there are only 11 screws left to fit. My body is aching like a trooper. Since we have been here, we have found out that the locals make bloody good concrete. I have gotten through umpteen masonry bits!! And now it is chainsaw time. Time to populate The Infernal Woodshed. Time to invest in a chainsaw.

Upstairs the mango homebrew “wine” is bubbling away nicely. The Apple and Cranberry can be racked soon. The wife is reading quietly in front of the fire.

Oh, and yeah, Kindle Direct tell me that I have an incoming royalty payment…thank you!!

The roast potatoes will need basting in a few minutes and then it will be time to put the lamb in the oven.

Maybe tonight we will continue on Netflix with Sense8, a drama about a group of young people linked telepathically. It is a good watch if mildly disorienting.

Hmmm…

Lost Marbles Dream 1-12-20

I had a restless night because my knee was playing up. I took paracetamol and ibuprofen and managed to nod off sometime after 3:30 am.

I am on a large grassy area in front of some kind of low-rise apartment block. I am naked but wearing trainers. In my hand I have a small string bag full of marbles. In the dream I understand that my nakedness is a metaphor for having nothing to hide. Various people try to chase me and catch me so as to send me to a place of “safety”. Each time someone tries to get hold of me one or two marbles escape from my bag. They think that I need to go to Samaritans because I am a suicide risk. The men who are trying to chase me are not so quick as me and they are easy to evade. The number or marbles in my bag remains constant despite it shedding a few. In the dream I know that this is a metaphor for people thinking that I have lost my marbles because I do not think like them, whereas I am in fact in full possession of my marbles and it is just their mis-perception.

I escape from the grassy field and am now jogging freely along a street in a city at night time. I am not sure where I am but can see what looks to be a high street up ahead. I know that there will be signs there so I jog off in that direction. I run past two small yappy dogs. They bark around my ankles and try to bite me. So, I lash out at them with my leg. {I do this in real life in bed, my leg moves suddenly and painfully}. This warns the dogs off and I carry on.

I see an open space with a large shipping container covered in a tarpaulin. I pull myself up onto the shipping container and check my string bag of marbles. It will be a good place to rest. In the morning I lower myself down off the container thinking, that given my bad leg, it was not such a good idea in the first place. On descending my leg hurts but is not too bad. Out of curiosity I open the container up and walk in. On the wall at about head hight a small white circle is painted. I understand that this is a target where those about to be executed by firing squad stand to be shot. This is where people who oppose those in power get “shot”.

In one corner I can see D who is dismembering some apparatus and what looks like an old oven door. He has a handle in his hand and is intending to throw it away. I understand that I am amongst those who are to be “shot”, gotten rid of. Someone hands me a six way crosspiece of UHV vacuum kit, it is shiny and has a pair of windows on each axis X,Y,Z. “They” want to know if I know what it is. I take it off them and have a look. I can see that the windows are very slightly damaged because they have had a deep UV excimer laser passing through them, this leaves a ghostly imprint. I can see the sample and know it to be a nitrogen vacancy centre diamond sample to be used in quantum experiments. I say this. “They” are surprised.

So, prompted I sit down in the lotus position and adopt mudra in my left and right hands.  I begin to chant softly “om mane padme hum” {the jewel in the centre of the lotus}. After doing this for some time “They” do not know what to do so they say that we are free to go and that we will not be “shot”. I motion to the others in the shipping container that we had better leave before they change their minds. Which we do.

Dream ends