Theories are not really theories. They are
commentaries and interpretations. The real theories are quite simple. A teenager
can understand them. What’s necessary is wisdom. Intelligence can help. But it’s
a mere catalyst. IQ doesn’t count when you realize the truth. IQ only helps, it
never does the thing. Wisdom is seeing through appearances. Wisdom is seeing everything
in its fundamental level.
Intelligence
is like a commentary or an interpretation. It’s like dealing with everything as
chemicals, metals, molecules, energy, liquids, solids……… and etc. wisdom is
dealing with everything as quanta. Wisdom cannot me memorized or measured in
conventional ways. Wisdom cannot be even thought. But knowledge and intelligence
can be. That’s why those mere catalysts are so much revered. People talk much
about good stuff. But rarely pays any attention to great marvels. Just think
about how much people talk about some BMW or a Benz and how much they talk
about a limited edition like Lamborghini
Veneno Roadster.
THERE IS NO TEACHING IN PHYSICS
As I have grown older, I have come more and
more to the conclusion that there is no teaching
In physics, there is only inspiration to
learn. ... The teacher may stimulate the mind of the student...
But the journey to that goal must be made by
the student himself.
W. F. G. Swann, ‘‘The Teaching of Physics,’’
Am. J. Phys. 19~3!, 182–187 ~1951!
Think what would happen if the schooling system
was based on this. True there are so many wired equations and stuff in Quantum
Mechanics. But those things are just commentaries. Yep, that’s what they are. Each
one of those complex equations and stuff are either instruments (tools for
calculation) or some commentary. When I learn QM many times I feel like they
are trying to prove and axiom or over-complicating something because some guys
can’t digest simplicity.
[W]e cannot think of any object
apart from the
possibility of its connection with
other things.
Wittgenstein, Tractatus, 2.0121.
If everything that we call
‘‘being’’ and ‘‘nonbeing’’
only to track down, so far as it
is possible, relations
between the manifold aspects of
our experience.
Bohr2
I. WHAT QUANTUM MECHANICS IS
TRYING TO
TELL US
I would like to describe an attitude toward
quantum mechanics
which, whether or not it clarifies the
interpretational
problems that continue to plague the subject,
at least sets
them in a rather different perspective. This
point of view
alters somewhat the language used to address
these issues—a
glossary is provided in Appendix C—and it may
offer a less
perplexing basis for teaching quantum
mechanics or explaining
it to nonspecialists. It is based on one
fundamental insight,
perhaps best introduced by an analogy.
My complete answer to the late 19th century
question
‘‘what is electrodynamics trying to tell us’’
would simply be
this:
Fields in empty space have
physical reality; the
medium that supports them does
not.
Having thus removed the mystery from
electrodynamics, let
me immediately do the same for quantum
mechanics:
Correlations have physical
reality; that which
they correlate does not.
The first proposition probably sounded as
bizarre to most late
19th century physicists as the second sounds
to us today; I
expect that the second will sound as boringly
obvious to late
21st century physicists as the first sounds to
us today.
And that’s all there is to it. The rest is
commentary.
If you like you can read the commentary fromhere. But the commentary is not really necessary. Commentary is just a mode of
communication. It’s like words. Knowing all the equations is like knowing the
word and grammar. It helps but to compulsory to be enlightened. Don’t ditch the
equations. But understand that they are just some guy’s explanation. I
developed a theory which I called “Perception Theory” at that time, all on my
own while I was just 15. It say quite the same thing what Quantum Information
Theory says. Actually QIT only grasps about 60% of what my theory grasped at
that time. I didn’t even use a single equation in developing the theory (which
made it loose the calculation aspects of it). Now the thing is almost no one
would get a single thing (even a wise one) if I don’t personally coach him/her
for an hour or two at least.
Trust
me, those equations and crappy interpretations worth a lot; but not for your
personal understanding. You can live even without knowing a single word. But
knowing words can help you a real lot. Don’t get hooked up in to the so called
theories. They are not theories most of the time. They are just different
peoples interpretations. The only proper way to teach something is by being
heuristic. You’ll have to re-interpret everything for yourself. Having a PhD
or not is none of the concerns. Most of the PhD holders are just a bunch of
parrots. Most of them (or their entitlements) don’t worth a shit.
Just walk your own path. Not knowing your way
around someone else’s interpretation or commentary doesn’t prove your
inability. Knowing your way around them certainly proves your ability. But that
ability is just a bonus for yourself; it’s not something compulsory for your transcendence.
Read part
1 and part
2. Enjoy yourself to the fullest. Transform yourself beyond all
definitions. We were only 13m away from their feet when they
knocked down each other. What else would you expect? I was blown away the exact
moment my fists touched that bitch’s (I mean Trinity’s) eyelashes. When I hit
the trembling ground I didn’t hit with the mere 54kg of my physical weight. I’m
not eh only one fighting. There is a whole lot going on this beleaguered
heaven. Everything is correlated. Destiny is a dynamic experience. And on the
top of that it’s-F**K- I just escaped from this. I’m not gonna accept it. I’m
gonna hit this bitch and break her limbs.
I
got up and hit her really hard. But after few kicks and punches, my offensivity
was going down. The very sight of her motivated face reflected my actions. The
seven 46m mechas fighting around us was constantly reminding me of the
universal connection of everything. There are no isolated systems. Everything
is correlated; causing the whole and caused by the whole. This didn’t make my
body go numb. But my mind certainly became numb.
A
giant foot which came between us separated us. A spaceship came and started
using its Railcannons. I was surrounded by destruction. It all looked like a
curse of god. But I knew hell a lot more than what meets the eye. I ran saving
myself from the Railgun ammo and the giant feet of the mechas. I was becoming
more and more of what I intended to create in the first place. A GZ-1593 model
mecha crumbled at my feet, completely destroyed. I could see the struggle of
the pilot to survive. I saw his agony. Not just that; I saw everything. I was
looking at all the stats around me. I had this finely detailed report of the
chaos around me. It was all so clear and heart penetrating. But it made me
realize that ignorance is bliss.
These high-tech weapons
of destruction people have built through such an effort, the reasons and
motivation behind each soldier’s struggle, all the stats about the ammo, guns,
mechas……I could just see all of it. I saw trinity coming at me. A Railcannon bullet
pierced the ground 34cm away from her and the impact threw her off the ground.
She almost got stepped on by a 115m heavy artillery mecha; you know the ones
from FKR-3000 series that are like a copper-red walking fortress. I didn’t know
whether I should be happy or sad or what. There was this weight of the whole
universe making my legs go numb.
Every
single action which means an interaction with the universe has an eternal
effect on everything. Just come on……everything. Just…plz, someone make me a
dumb bitch. A soldier in a massive Exoskeleton came running at me firing his
plasma gun. He was vaguely aiming at the 2 Exos behind me. I barely dodged his
plasma balls. These Exos too use a lot of melee weapons. I must say that they
are new age knights with guns and I slowly understanding why.
Through
our evolution, everything became more and more subtle. Our bodies became
weaker, but we became the most destructive. Thousands if not hundred thousand
war epics happening in front of my senses at various levels spoke of our
evolution better than anything. Everything is getting mixed into our daily
lives. The leaders, the economy, the war… there has been such a lot happening
around me. Through our evolution, better and wicked ways were created. The real
war, the real economy is invisible. The multicolored mechas running havoc is
just fan servicing wrapped around my senses.
A
Railcannon killed one of the Exos as collateral damage. What a gun it was! It
was the massive shotgun version of the Railgun. The ammo was a complexly
magnetized metal. When propelled, an electric current is sent through the ammo
which screws around the stabilized system of electro magnets. The huge ammo
dissects into multiple parts and acts as a hundred smaller Railguns. It’s an
idea ripped off from the cluster bombs.
That’s
just some trivia. There are specific kinds of wave generators commonly referred
to as “Deprams”. They are used to mess with the brain functions of the
soldiers. It’s a very trendy gadget of the times. Every mecha has at least a
weak one constantly working against the opponents. This isn’t even 2% of the
madness and atrocities I can see. All of this is haunting me. Our real war is
not what we see. The real war is a psychological one. We don’t want the
physical world to be torn apart. Therefore everything is incorporated into our
lives. Our great depression is our lives itself. Our demons lies in the waves
around us…as information; bits, qubits, brainwaves……all just our own creations.
I
barely dodged her punch. I ran and stepped on a Exoskeleton and jumped back.
She did the same. We kicked each other onto the ground. An Exoskeleton fell on
Trinity’s legs. She had her armor. But on her expression I could see that it
hurt a bit. I managed to get up. This was a good opening. I knew she is pissed.
I knew that odds were stacked against me. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings
again. She was in the fight for entertainment; But not anymore. I was
desperate. There were only 700-800ms to take a decision. I did what I had to
do. I charged at her.
She
grabbed the 32kg mini-Railgun from the Exo-suited soldier and fired at me. The
recoil made the gun hit her chin. I had already observed the stats about this
SHANGRU-42 (rapid-fire) version she used. I managed to jump away, but onto a
big brawl beside me. The Railgun ammo went so closely by my eyes that I felt
like I was hit with a flash bang. I have never been hit with a one before. But
I had observed more than sufficient data to simulate the experience.
With
my eyes tightly closed I observed the world like never before. I was picking up
every wave and was observing the world almost like from a 6th sense.
But I know it wasn’t any stereotypical 6th sense. It’s something I
had proposed to call direct perception. Though I had my eyes closed I observed
Trinity standing up and coming at me with a piece of metal on her hands. One
Exo knelt with a hard hit it received. I had fallen in between two fighters
fighting with Vibrahammers. The heads of the hammers vibrate in a self-adjusted
dynamic frequency that adjusts with the composition of the opponent to
breakdown the opponent.
A
well-tuned hit sends waves through the machine. Nerves of the pilot stimulate
and suffer great pain apart from the brain damage. All out nuclear war is more
of a cute fantasy battle compared to this (invisible) war of the war. I wanted
to shut my senses from the happenings around me. My semi-divinity was becoming
my greatest horror (yeah, I’ve got bigger horrors). There were so much acts of
sorrow, fear, desperation, vengeance, valor, suffering and lamenting………all rooted on ignorance (bliss). I
was crying looking at this yellow-black machine. Its Nano-engineered metal was
getting beaten hard. As the broken machine fell on me, I crawled away thinking
about myself retrospectively. Wasn’t I desperate! Wasn’t I scared! Am I not
being the same kind of pathetic function of a massive battle?
Trinity
cam in her shaking legs and attacked me and I countered. The victor of the
previous battle I mentioned attacked another opponent while jumping into the
air an got shattered in a way that is almost identical to getting vaporized by
a Tri-Zeta AAA Railgun ammo which was intended for a 145m tall emerald and gold
colored Heraclitus 9z mecha fired by a white and aqua blue 167m tall
Neo-Genesis prototype mecha which has a hybrid design of an assault mecha and a
fortress mecha and piloted by 6 ace pilots. And of course the ammo went through
3 skyscrapers of architectural excellence before piercing the ground with a shockwave.
I
saw what was gonna happen 890ms before it happened. I jumped into a nearby
crater of 5.45m depth. This must be the cliché she was mentioning. The impact
shook the whole ground and tore it apart. The walls of the crater blasted and
came at me. I was thrown into the air by the shockwave which went below my feet
and sank to the ground by shuttered soil beneath me while getting buried in a
pile of random stuff mixed with rich soil. What a city it was! The soil was the
best soil I had ever known. This place is not merely a utopia. My knowledge
should be capable of leading that New York civilization into something like
this. But I was incapable of harvesting my knowledge. I became unable to give
and cause enough reason to make such a hyper-utopia exist. I lost its Raison
d'être.
Let me tell
you a story. One day, Hong Ren (Hung-jen), the fifth patriarch, called his
disciples together and instructed them: "Each of you write a verse and
bring it to me. I will read your verses, and if there is one who is awakened to
the cardinal meaning, I will give him the robe and the Dharma and make him the
Sixth Patriarch. Hurry, Hurry!"
The first
among them, Shen Xiu (Shen-hsiu), took on the task of composing a verse. He
wrote on the middle wall of the south hall.
The body is the tree of enlightenment
The mind is like a clear mirror
One must polish it constantly and
earnestly
One must not let any dust set on it.
Hui Neng, a
young monk, heard about the verse and immediately realized that it did not
express enlightenment. He formulated a new verse and had it posted on the wall
of the west hall.
From the beginning enlightenment has
no tree
And the bright mirror has no stand
Buddha-nature is always pure
Where could dust set in?
Hui
Neng was appointed as the sixth patriarch after this. Now you can bake your
noodle to understand the delusion and the illumination. The first verse
represents the madness of the educated society and the over complication and the
hazardous methodologies. The second represents the true path of enlightenment
or to be more accurate: the pathlessness of enlightenment.
Understanding
on Quantum Mechanics can also help you to grasp this well apart from your own
spiritual comprehension. Quantum
information theory and Ithaca Interpretation will help a lot. Here is also
a final teaser. Proper understanding of this line can lead you to total enlightenment:
You need a one of your own. If you don’t already
in need of a one you’ll be in need of one very soon if you keep reading my blog
and bake your noodle. There is a limit to most of the philosopher’s range. Most
of these so called philosophers are very much mediocre. You’ll soon be better
than them. Generally a philosophy is like a tribe. Tribes have a small reach. There
are very few who have even had a glimpse of enlightenment. Many big names will
have few nice quotes and points. But that’ll be it.
You
don’t become a philosopher by reading philosophy. You can’t learn philosophy. To
me philosophy and Quantum Mechanics are one and the same. It’s all about understanding
the nature of things. You can’t properly understand a maze by being inside of
it. You have to transcend it and look at it from an all seeing POV. Then only you
can understand it. When you do it on your own you’ll see many philosophers to
be flawed in their revelations. Philosophy isn’t something worthy of much
attention. What you should focus on his creating one of your own.
I
stumbled upon Heraclitus:
The Fire and the Flux article and felt sorry for this philosopher. He had
picked a right path and had walked it in a completely wrong way. Try reading it
and find out how far you can go better than this childish philosopher.
You have to do your best to destroy the very
ideologies of yourself. Then only you can remove all boundaries and restrictions.
A philosophy leads the way to enlightenment and freedom. A philosophy is an aid
to let go of everything that limits you; not another thing to hold onto.
True
enlightenment comes from self-realization. Build your philosophy through your
own realizations. Truth is truth, but it can be seen in many different ways. You’ll
even discover many ways of seeing it. You’ll stumble upon philosophy. Bake the
noodle on them and re-invent them for yourself, fix their flaws and ditch the
bullshit ideologies of the dumb people who became popular in the same way the
politicians did. Don’t go after philosophy. Through your visionary thinking,
you’ll be creating your own one.
For the readers who liked the first
teaser I’m giving a second one. This is the continuation of the first teaser.
Like, comment and share. If this gets spread a lot, I might end up giving away more
than half of the book on slickr-flikr for free. Enjoy and bake the noodle…………
Then I felt some more
weight over me… all around me. The whole floor was shaking. Standing still
meant running around like a drunkard. The quake was so violent that I felt my
legs going numb. I wanted to surrender to the collapsing marvel yet my destiny
stopped me from doing so. Why did I even decide this destiny for myself? I
wanted to be broken apart before I reach the end.
The remaining samurai’s were
stricken in a complex mixture of both fear and confusion. “Might” would sum it
up. My vision was too violent to see it clearly. But my mind was clear enough
to perceive their agony. With my scythe brushing the floor, I was depicting
that I’ve come to reap. Reap what? Maybe the grades for my skills. The
unnaturally prolonged earthquake was pushing us apart while dissecting the
riots. Yet the ones who needed to double back were keeping the close range with
me. Somewhere inside of me I was crying for these guys. My I couldn’t see any
other paths in my fate. The function of these soldiers is decided. They don’t
leave cuz they don’t have any worth outside of the arena. Like a scripted event
in a game I slayed the off like a final phase of a boss battle. This feeling of
fatedness propelled me and gave me strength and made me feel that “all’s gonna
be well.
Losing
control and surrendering to destiny was such a comfort. My laments for the dead
felt nothing more than an icon indicating an environmental hazard. The quake
died down and I slowly walked away like a dragon leaving a massacred arena.
Letting go of the scythe-No-nooo-God…damn it. Pick it up…..[Exhales]….. Nope.
It’s dumb, but for some reason… no scythe. Where do I see the ……yeah, the time
traveling future seeing stuff. Maybe déjà vu.
But…what if it’s
not!......!!!
I saw a phantom-two of
them getting red. They knew-I knew that I’m closing on a great revelation. I
stepped back and turned round and round like a lone protagonist awaken in a freshly
deconstructed hyper-utopia as I realized that I had crossed the holy line of
human awareness. I stepped on the land of God(‘s) or maybe its master’s soil. I
almost realized all that is about destiny. It made me feel so small, fragile and valueless. Maybe it’s not me but my destiny.
It’s said that it takes a great wisdom to
know that you don’t know. But more than wisdom, it takes a great deal of
courage to know the uncertainty of all reality. I only had a glimpse but that’s
all it took to shatter me into a zillion pieces. I wanted to run away and
forget it all. I was so scared to call that awareness mine. I had to do
everything I could to run away. I moved my legs. But the answers to all musings
of mankind didn’t go away.
When
I self-imposed my destiny to be Engkami, I didn’t meant it in this way or this
quick. All I needed was the purgation from my-No!NO!!.......SHUT up. Shut the
hell up!!! I don’t want a backdoor to divinity. Do you think people mean it when
they say that they want to be billionaires overnight?? Get REAL. I don’t want
to end the franchise right here. I even
wondered whether I’d be able to see the end! F*** enlightenment. F*** total
comprehension. I don’t know a s**t about them. I want to invent god; not to wake up as a one. I WANT SURVIVAL GAME.
That’s when I got hit on the
face. Now it’s all gone away. Damn this feels good. I need to play by the
rules. You know……like Newton and Einstein. The spear like rod sank to the
ground while I dodged it and tackled the bitch who punched me. We were both on
ground dipping in each other’s eyes and she was smirking. It is kind of nice to
wake up from a dream of heaven because of your brawling brother and know you
still have your average American family.
Then I heard; I saw choppers flying over me
there was a weird 2ft. tall monkey like creature looking at me. It was
interested in me. A photograph of a similar animal was taken on 2003. I saw it
on a book about aliens. Then it ran away; scared. Some black ops guys ran after
it. Well…actually they looked like some ghost squad from 2025 or something. My
pain had reduc…. Wait! I’m in New York. Well um…mnnn… I…I..llost momentum.
Anybody now the feeling of getting stretched and used to something big (monster sized) in between your legs. Feels a
bit relaxing. Yeah, step by step. Let them keep guessing.
What the….. I
think I fainted. No. I feel such a nice breeze. I know that’s just too much
representation of the aplomb wind. But……. Let’s just master this level. Damn
she is fast. I’m barely dodging her. I can see all her moves, strats and
everything but…the gal is too fast. I tried blocking few punches. They
shouldn’t do much more than cracking a brick wall; not breaking.
The duel was all hand to
hand. I did showed off my skills with tools and gadgets but I myself felt like
I should know how to manage without them. I’m barely keeping up with this
chick. Wait I said chick; not bitch. The girl is like a Lara Croft with 70% of
the skin covered. For her mentality, I only saw playfulness. She always had
this cute and intoxicated smirk on her face with her copper colored hair
dangling all around like a plant under a heavy storm. I lost track of my own
emotions while I was dipping in hers. No wonder why people don’t know who they
truly are. They are always staring at others!
I
was feeling a pain all over my body. Not an intense pain. Just what you get
when you are too tired. She came into close range. I mean 2cm between our lips
close. As I blocked and dodged back, she hit me with a metal rod that was
nearby. I flew like a chicken and landed. I was lying there is the same
position that lions use. But my expression looked pathetic and knew I was gonna
get kicked in the face. But suddenly she stopped charging at me and took 2 and
a 0.5 steps back. She giggled. I didn’t get the joke.
I felt things
getting more……human. I felt that this is gonna take some time. This girl has
expressions. She is not the ass-kicking monster. With her hands on her hips she
said “haven’t you heard of this cliché?” while twisting her tongue. Sexy…she
should be full of juices. But then I was like “what!!?”
“Oh! Honey, you can see everything. But…..
can you keep up with everything? Hmmm….. do I hit any memory cells?”
I sighed. I think I had
fainted on the park. There was no pain anymore. I was completely numb. My eyes
were open but I couldn’t really move my body. I felt getting dragged; into
another dream. Really…what’s the big difference between this and the other
one##? My effort felt like an effort to move a dead body. I’m scared…. Scared
…………. Scared ………………………………
“Come on. You had a
life, right? I mean at least an anime for teens…. This cliché…you don’t get
it!”
Now what the heck is she talking about? I
thought this was about my destiny. I have lost grip of the Central York. No, it
was a different name. I wouldn’t be going there, would I? It’s all about what’s
ahead, right? I don’t want to look back.
“Damn. Why don’t you
accept yourself as the being you are!!!”
This bitch kicked me in the
tummy. A huge spaceship like thing came crashing down. Why didn’t I pay any
attention to the sky or the far horizon?!? I got my second kick in the tummy
when I realized that sh*t gets real now. A comfortable portion of my
rationality was working. I knew that I had to survive to see the marvel of a
high-tech battlefield. If you enjoy seeing Godzilla, you neither run nor stand
still.
I started
countering this bitch. My stomach was feeling really bad. But I held on. I
wanted to see the glorious war. To see it, I have to survive. If you love
seeing Godzilla, move and engage in action. I have to be kicking ass or else
I’m gonna die because of getting distracted by war.
I
felt like asking her name. WTF is happening to me?!....... And suddenly she
says “Trinity…. It’s Trinity. That’s my name” and twists her tongue. This
pissed me off. The bitch is playing games with me! I can’t focus well enough to
read her deep within. A 50ft tall mecha flew over our heads breaking the whole
tower behind me. The mecha got blown away into pieces. I used this Trinity
chick as a shield and also punched her in the nose.
I must say that her warrior looking outfit
wasn’t just for the show. It can do a lot more than acting as an armor against
mu punches and kicks. Well… she did spit some blood after the huge piece of
metal and explosive ammo hit her on the back. I knew that this is a great
opening for me. I punched her more. Right before I deliver a hard kick on her
face, I saw a childish expression on her. She was like “ I didn’t kicked you I
the face when I had the chance. Why are you getting advantage of the situation
like this?”
Pretty childish. But I stung my very existence.
The context is just like what it was with the samurais. But this is hard. I
feel that my destiny is not a roller-coaster ride anymore. All will be well, but would I be well after doing all this? I felt
the weight of interacting with sentience. It’s not a simple “I will be evolved
to the next level by the time I beat the crap out of her” anymore.
Then I started seeing the effects of my
actions. She used to fight like the water. There was a magnificent flow. Every
move she made felt like a part of a one big combo. She looked very teasing and
playful. But now she looks at me like a pissed off child with her red eyes. She
charged at me and started fighting me with a passion and purpose. She had lost
all her beautiful dance like flow. Her moves became quick and subtle. She was
becoming more and more like the burning fire.
I am now
witnessing the metamorphic impact of my actions. Sure I create reality using
the input of my senses. But that doesn’t make me the owner of reality. I was
too gung-ho thinking deluding that I’ve uncovered the knowledge for mastering
the universe. But it turns out that my destiny is not the only one out there.
The ground was already
shaking. But it got really violent as we charged at each other for a special
attack. Two 150m tall mechas came at 340km/h and made their own special attack
simultaneously with ours. I almost felt those mechas to be a surreal
allegorical representation of us. But it was very real. It’s true that those
blue and white mechs were too elegant for war machines. But the shockwave of
their elector-charged behemoth swords and AG-shields clashing together sent us
flying like candy wrappers.
Seriously! Why? Someone annoys
you. Someone troubles you. Someone betrays you. Someone hurts you……okay. Now again,
why would you hate? Why would you waste your time hating? Sure you have to do
something about the pain in the ass you have. But that doesn’t mean you have to
do it out of hatred. The problem is removed in the least efficient way when it’s
dealt with hatred in your mind. If that’s all of it, it would only be a big
problem. Not a massive galaxy sized problem.
It’s research time. Start doing
some researches to know how dumb it is to hate. Let’s start with small things
like how your thoughts affect your body. Your hatred will release various
hormones and even affect your body in many negative ways. I won’t type down
every single thing. Do your own research. Hatred can cause not just
psychological illnesses but also physical illnesses. Hatred can even affect your immune system.
Your
thoughts affect the environment. Think about the things you use every day and places
you visit every day. Your psychological state even affects the
water you drink. Your psychological state can create even a cancer as well
as curing cancer. See where I’m going. Hating someone means screwing with your
life. Hatred is like burning someone by becoming red hot. Your target gets hurt
because of what you have become. Your thoughts will have hurt you
a lot lot more.
Hatred makes you your life chaotic. A hurricane
is caused by the calm center of it. When you are not calm and unaffected, you
can’t cause anything big except for a big downfall for yourself. Well… these
are only mid-level stuff. If you are one of the subscribers or a regular
visitor of this blog, you should be able to take the lead and bake
your noodle to know how hatred destroys your life.
Wise people don’t need all those explanations and examples.
The wise knows “how to know”; not just “what to know”. Anyone with a great
understanding on causality, core teachings of Buddha or quantum mechanics will
get scared the shit out by the very thought of hatred. Let me start extremely shallow
on this. Always be thinking of jokes and
go on writing a horror story. Hmmmmm…how would you expect to find good
things in life and enjoy it with that hatred preoccupying your mind?
You are the perceiver; the interpreter
of your reality. When your mind is f@<ked up, so will be your reality. Try to
understand the quantum
particles. Get retrospective and look at yourself. Ask yourself “why?”. Then
ask yourself what hatred would do to your life. Understand that hatred is
something that should be given up. Don’t control hatred. Just let go of it. Know
of the hatred to be something to get scared of. Monsters and demons in horror
movies look cute and adorable compared to what your hatred can do to yourself. It
will take one hell of a journey to realize this. It will be hard to not to scratch
your wounds. But it will definitely heal you.
What’s with this distinction between quantum
particles and classical particles!!! Why??? This is ridiculous. Of course any camel
would be able to teach you how you would find water in a mirage and it will be absolutely
impossible to convince the camel that there is no water in the mirage until you
take it to the mirage and ask it to drink water. Thinking that all lake are
like Dead Sea is ridiculous. Think about a person who has never left the Dead Sea
area. It would be completely normal for him to dichotomize Dead Sea and other lakes.
But to us Dead Sea is just a special condition.
There
are no such thing called quantum particles and classical particles. The dichotomy
happens only when people wants to run away from truth. The philosophy in books
like Think and Grow
Rich are completely
misinterpreted bullshit. But the stuff works like a charm. The reason is
not some philosophy, ideology or some bullshit materialistic “science” aka
modern religion. The reason those methods work is the nature of reality itself;
the nature of these so called quantum particles.
Both
the stuff you hear and stuff you see are just waves. You just interpret those
indifferent ways. If you start being receptive to different ranges of waves, your
reality itself will change. Your mind is what perceives. Think you are typing
something. When you insert the data, you don’t just see them on the screen. The
processor handles all the work. If you change the ways of the processor, the
stuff that comes on to the screen will also change. Your senses may pick up various
“changes of state” (waves) but what you call reality will be constructed by yourself (mind/consciousness/ghost).
This is the subjective nature of reality. You don’t actually think your way
into richness but perceive your way into richness.
Even
PhD. Holding dumbasses say that in quantum world, everything is different from
what we see in day to day life. Is it???... or is it just what we perceive our
day to day life to be. Some people suck at everything and some people just go
through everything effortlessly. How is this modern religion of materialistic
science is gonna explain that. The moment you let go of the dichotomy, everything
will make perfect sense to
you. You’ll know (not just see: know) everything to be absolutely fair and
squire. You’ll know causality to be the fundamental prime truth. There aren’t
any limits or restrictions apart from what you perceive.
Your
perception (observation) collapses the wave function and creates the reality subjectively.
You can’t expect yourself to be present at multiple positions unless you perceive
(observe) yourself to be. It’s not that these so called classical particles are
any different from the quantum particles. You are already observing a state or
a mode. I’m asking whether you can be certain about the position of your PC or
smartphone or what happens to it when you drop it on the floor. You can only be
certain about what you think that would happen. If you drop your phone it will
hit the floor…right?!! That’s just what you think. That’s how you process it. You
don’t see the things observed in quantum level in your day to day life because
you make sure that it doesn’t happen that way.
There
are records about meditators who had the ability to be present at multiple
places depending on their skill. See something related to quantum particles? Of
course you should. But you are so hooked up in your dogmatic beliefs (delusions)
and you won’t be present at multiple places at once. If you follow this trail
you’ll also realize that multiverse or any such thing is a total load of
crap.
Work your mind and think deep. Not hard but
deep. Ask yourself why are the particles you observe daily doesn’t really act like quantum particles you read
about. Aren’t you the observer; the interpreter. Are you the one who is causing
the limits and restrictions through your perception? Then what would happen if
you change the perception? Successful people, the eastern meditators…… what
makes them different from you? What makes
you different from a delusional depressed joker in an asylum?
Here is a small teaser for my post-modern science
fiction. The story demands a lot from the reader. Anyone can read and have fun.
But the story is an ocean. You can enjoy it, but you wouldn’t know the true
depth of it unless you put yourself into work and take a deep dive into the
massive ocean. The ones who can savor the story to the fullest are the people
who are “in the know”. If you start off
from scratch, it’ll take piles of books and hours of videos and massive amounts
of self-exploration to just understand the full extent of these 4.3K words of opening.
It’s kind of likeTTGL. You see one thing, but when you dive in with your
wisdom you find something X10 deeper. Keep diving. The more research you do
more things you understand.
I’ll put some extras to deal with the long post. Enjoy
to the fullest. Experience and evolve.
Early 21st century
Now I can patch things up with my life. I feel like I finally
got a hang of the longest surreal movie of all time. It’s titled “My Life”. I
look at my past like a man looking at the dream he had last night. I can only
salvage few things. I think I’m a German. I remember Hitler. I remember him to
be closely inspecting me. Before that, I see an old house and a little me. Then
a crash…… not from this world. I remember reality going AWOL. Every sense was
in a constant dynamic state. If my reality was a pond, the UFO was a huge rock
that fell on it.
I
don’t even know how I lived the rest of my life. Until last week I could only
remember the previous 15-16 hours. But somehow I had lived like an android who
doesn’t even know what it’s doing even when it’s doing things perfectly well.
I
don’t know whether it’s right to call it a UFO. But it was definitely not
something known to the public. My body seems to rejuvenate really fast.
Yesterday I cut my finger really bad and it’s already healed. So I’m healing
4-5 times faster too. Even though I still look young, I might have actually
seen Hitler.
2008
For the past year I’ve been trying to figure out something that
is haunting me. Certain stimulation always comes and I always feel like it’s
too much cognitive load. It’s completely indescribable by words or I thought it
is. It’s impossible teach a blind man what “White” is. But if you try hard
enough, you can manage to do it using indirect ways. It’s hard as dealing with
deaf+blind people. It’s a major pain. But it could pay off well.
2008-June
After 3 months I can finally figure out what’s haunting me. It’s
forbidden knowledge directly stored in my brain. I don’t know how I’m going to
make other people understand this. I just see the world differently. What I
know is what I know. What I need to know is how to teach it to others. If I’m
right, it’s time for us to stop being human. On a blog called slickr-flikr I
found this word called Engkami. It was created by a person named lotus. “Eng”
stands for engineering and “kami” is what Japs use to call God. This Engkami……
today, I decided it to be my destiny.
2008-25th June (Dawn)
It’s
been a week. Now I’m perfectly sure about what I have to……what I’m going to do.
Let me get things slowly. I don’t remember the exact words. But Tesla said
something like “If you want to discover the secrets of the universe, think of
it in terms of Energy, Frequency and Vibration.” I dug deeper. The lead was
true. In fact too true. My own haunting memories which aren’t even mine kept
whispering to me that Tesla was right. The further I go the simpler things got.
Now I even believe that Tesla had a theory of everything. A theory that is so
simple that we would overlook in the very attempt in the search for it. Fermat
said that his “Last Theorem” has a simple proof. We don’t have it. Maybe we are
looking too far. The infinitely far away could be infinitely close.
2008-25th June 1600h
I
again ran through the QM notes. The Copenhagen interpretation was complete
bullshit aka scientifically untenable. I found the Quantum Information Theory
to be the most sensible and non-counterintuitive one. I had to expand it using
the data in my own head. I didn’t know all the theories to come. But I knew the
facts. So I made a story based on my facts just like Newton did with gravity
and Einstein with space-time.
If
we interpret reality using only Energy, Frequency and Vibrations, things get really
simple, except for calculations. What we see is just waves. What we hear is
just waves. If we can reduce whole reality into waves for the sake of
interpretation, we can engineer ourselves to expand our sensory range and give
us clairvoyance and many more.
That’s
what was haunting me for over half a century. I don’t even know how I lived,
all because of this. Now I’m gonna
live, all for this.
2008-25th June 08:14:57 PM
Okay.
This is how I’m going to present it to them. We should be able to interpret the
whole reality using wave functions. Perception is what collapses the wave. You
may have heard the multiverse theory to be possible though it is highly
complicated. But I say multiverse is absolutely impossible. Each individual is
the observer of his/her own reality. Therefor all wave functions are collapsed
and one specific state is observed. There is no other you living as a superstar
unless you observe yourself to be. I know this could be a lot to swallow. Just
think of these as possibilities and let’s get more pragmatic.
I’ll
give you a worthy thing to invest on. Take the thing you hear. It’s between
20Hz – 20 KHz and then there are modes of communication of our civilization in
MHz, GHz, THz…… you get the idea. Visual feed to the brain, the auditory feed,
these things are like extensions. Binary data comes in different extensions
like .txt, .mp3, .mp4, .pdf, .mkv, .png and the data we gather from the reality
comes as images, sounds, smell, taste, pressure and etc. We can reduce all
these into waves as we can reduce all digital information into “1”s and “0”s.
What
I present you is an expansion of the sensory range. Sending electrical signals
to the brain for the mind to interpret reality is an outdated and inefficient
system. We have to take a more direct approach. If we can enhance our brain to
be responsive for a wider range of waves, we will be able to see all the info in the net without
computers. Every single person’s personal info can be known just by looking; I
mean just focusing. Pineal gland and parts of our right brain are usable for
these things. But we are not using 90% of our brains. There is a possibility
that we might be using even less than the rumored 10%.
I’ve
heard that God created man in his image so that the man can someday become God.
We are God. God is a locked function
of Homos; I mean sapiens. I have some of
the keys. So anyone interested? I mean at
least you’d get 100 times better spies.
[Deeply exhales]
Wow!...
That should make them interested. This is just the beginning of my destiny. I
should get some good night’s sleep before the day of Judgment.
The following day
Today
was a great damned day of importance. I was entitled…… as a daydreamer, a
postmodern hippie, a kid trying to prove fantasies in eastern books. They
called me an Indian nutjob. Shouldn’t I be a German?......Well I’ve got bigger
worries like: “What would happen to my destiny?”
Everything
happens for a reason…right? RIGHT! Those people even understood the stuff I
said. This is America. Don’t they need secret high tech!? No… it’s not that.
They just don’t want their illusions to be destroyed. They don’t want to see
the world like a God because it is different from what they see as humans!
That’s
when it kicked in. When people confront something that goes against their
ideals and beliefs, the brain reacts in the same way it responds to a threat
for its survival. Then the rationality is lost and the lizard brain takes over.
The shape shifting Lizard people taking over the nations turned out to be true;
in an allegorical sense.
I
had overlooked the human factor. I thought if I had right points, they would
understand. But when their understanding tends to transform their image about
the world, they just flush away the rationality. People want to go down the
ladder; not up.
I
saw this in a video. There is a point in the middle of your ribcage, near your
heart. When that spot is stimulated, everyone gets weak. There is another spot
in the top of your head which does the reverse. Basically it’s the 4th
and 7th chakra pools. This day I felt a great stimulation around the
4th pool. I was so stricken that it transcended my capacity to
express it. Therefore the tear didn’t come out even when I begged them to.
The
sun was being hidden below the skyscrapers and with the emergence of darkness
which is a different way of expressing the departure of light… came the
haunting. Did I ever have a theory about phantoms? Guess they came into my
range of perception. I held my head and fell on my knees in the middle of
Central Park beside the dying sun. Rainbow colored flashes resonated through my
head. I felt myself being strangled. Not physically but metaphysically, or
should I say out of the common range…
I
was in a different world all so real and vibrant. It was more like a Final
Fantasy setting though it felt realer than anything ever known. I’ve talked
with a blind girl. She said she always feel something missing in her life and
said that she feels her life to be less real than what people claims it to be.
I think……no, I feel that it’s safe to say that the degree of realism depends on
the amount of intrication.
The
world I saw was detailed as detailed can be. I could see everything. If a person with 3D vision looks at a 2D maze, all
will be clear and simple. No room for secrets. This was such a world without
not just privacy but also mystery. I was witnessing the true splendor of
reality. I saw speeches, heard pictures, tasted the smell, talked to the bees
and my head went AWOL. I couldn’t feel anything above my neck. But my
observations didn’t change. I knew my brain was swelling and lightning was
going through my nerves. But it was like watching your game avatar’s stamina go
down. It was highly intricate, yet didn’t felt to be mine.
I
knew all this is pushing my brain to its limits. But my mind had being yearning
for this. This is like losing virginity. I was stretching the restrictions of
my brains user availability. Experiencing the pain, I realized one thing about
my destiny. I learned that is must be
hell a lot more enjoyable than first time sex.
I
felt that my body came to its limits. My heart was pumping blood like crazy. I
was sweating. But the sensory stimulations kept coming. None of the body’s
problems felt like my concerns. But suddenly a great pain was felt on my pineal
gland as if it was about to explode. This time, I felt it as mine. I was stuck
with fear. The Phantoms became clearer.
With
a prolonged continuous and looped “om” sounds, things got less intricate almost
like the wave functions were becoming stationary. Then there was a spontaneous
action of me being the cynosure. Everybody was looking at me in their static
postures. The world felt abandoned. I had a glimpse of me kneeling in the
middle of a (the) park. Then I was looking at me. I was looking at “me” in this
realer world and it was in 4D. I saw all of me as if I’m not me; but god. Yet
it all felt to be me.
No
info came out of the people of the world. There was no need for such
communication. Their static expression said it all - “You made it all go
hidden”. I felt an inability to be responsible. I felt that I had lost their Raison
d'être which was in my hands.
The
world shattered in all its glory. It was a real marvel to see. A helicopter
came crashing down at me. I dodged its tail which came 4 feet over the ground
by leaning backwards. Some parts from the explosion only missed me by 2cm. I
was in great fear and also great power watching the marvel of a crumbling
splendor.
The
world was overflown in war. Don’t ask me when. It’s just a shift in perception;
a different state of the collapse of the wave function of infinite reality.
Still my vision was in 4D: A lot different from the average dream. I felt the
need to run the rainbow Phantoms kept coming; kept haunting. It was one hell of
a war though it was so heavenly. It felt so real to watch and so unreal to not
get hurt. I should get killed 10 times per minute. Yet it only happened like
once a minute and every single time I get saved by a hair’s distance.
The
pattern was broken when a phantom closed in and said BOOOO! Kind of lame, but
it sent chills up and down through my spine. A 50ft. tall blue and white mech
hit the floor activating its AG-shields and I went bouncing and hit a destroyed
white and red tank with my legs up and head down. I took time to take a single
deep breath >> Realized that there is no sun in this vibrant world. The
world had its volume turned down. I could almost see Quanta… like bubbles. It’s
like what you see at the bottom of a waterfall. I felt something being taken
away. I didn’t like the enlightenment that was coming at me. I mean bubbles!!??
I felt like I would lose all the beliefs I acquired through all my life. Using
waves for interpretation is one thing. But this is outright ridiculous. I can
almost see Quanta. But it’s all too horrific. Why does it have to be so simple!
No. Nonono!!
A
Phantom came and I was dragged to the upper echelons of reality; or should I
say lower? I don’t know anymore. All I know is what is comfortable. I got up
and ran…ran… and ran. The scenery: always kept changing. The Phantoms: always
kept chasing. The situation was most desperate. Then it hit my head. I don’t
need to follow all those games, all those movies…and TV shows. I decided to be
the master my power requires. I took courage – I became courage. I stood up and
went from defense to counter.
When
the Phantoms get close I get more threats for survival. Phantoms never touched
me. They avoided it at all cost even though they were all about closing on me. I
had no clear reason to be afraid of them. Yet I always feared to confront them.
Me and the Phantoms were like playing a single player arm-wrestling match.
Let me ask “what are our dreams?” How or most
importantly, why we react to them? Aren’t they just illusions…… just
interpretations of the conscious.
While
I was getting semi-enlightenedly rhetorical, I was also going Deus Ex. I didn’t
know the high-tech weaponry. I’ve never known combat. But what do I know about
me. What do I know about reality. What proof do I have to say that the reality
is existent; other than my thought that it exists. Do the Phantoms exist beyond my thought of them
being existent. People get scared by nightmares because they perceive them to
be real…… right? Let’s just say five kinds of sensory receptions are perceived
by the conscious. How can the conscious know that it perceived data without
perceiving the act of perception. Is this…… backdoor to hack reality. When I’m
dreaming… do I hack my own perception to accomplish my desires!... DO I? Is
that why there is an eternal equilibrium between the violation of my ghost and
the haunting of the omni-colored Phantoms?
While
I was in my enlightening agony I killed 7 soldiers out in the open in just 2
secs in Max Payne style and made my finishing move banging a helicopter with
the last remaining ammo of the ZPEM-Shocker I had. A great way to finish off high-Ex
loaded weapons at close range. The quantum state of the targeted range gets
shaken and things re-collapse into a different state of the wave function. All
programs get scrambled and humans just pass away due to their inability to
co-operate with the sudden shift of the “state”. Should be something like suddenly waking from a
dream because your dream avatar was struck by lightning.
I
exhaled deeply as the helicopter fell down and the 27 story building’s bottom 4
floors got wiped out by the explosives I set earlier. I couldn’t recall any
other kills before that. It was like they were out of the cache memory. I don’t
even know how I did all this even being pre occupied with my own psycho-journey
filled with rhetorical questions. It’s beyond human. But… what is human? I don’t even know about what I
know. But I don’t really think I know about next millennium tech.
On
the top of that, nothing felt my own…or at least it wasn’t what I was used to
be felt when things were mine. By “things” I mean my whole life + everything
related. My vision was 4 dimensional. I was the God and the Eve. I know that
whoever is kneeling on the Central Park is feeling a continuous pain of 30-35 Del
right in the brain. So the pain has been reduced. But in the top of that, it
didn’t concern me much. It was merely an observation; a vague one. The “Me” in
this realer world was also the same. I’m just observing it. I live it. But I
feel like I’m a lot more than my eyes, hair, lips, skills, neurons, memories,
ideologies, money, weapons, status or whatever.
I
got a little bit dizzy. That’s when 5 samurai like soldiers entered the show. I
knew that the Phantoms were guiding them. I also know that I needed a break
from my journey of enlightenment. I needed an escape and here came a deadly
one. I don’t know whether they are human soldiers in suites, cyborgs, bioroids
or semi-biological AIs. There is no difference. All the kinds follows the same
program; the same mechanical agony. Well they had their 5 unique styles and
different usages of diamond black, ruby and platinum colors along with
different types of blades and hand mounted crossbows.
I
focused myself on the battle.it felt like all my pains were flushed away. Maybe
I stopped being receptive for the pains. I knew all their moves, strategies,
skills, openings and weaknesses. I could basically see it all just by looking.
I felt such a pity towards all soldiers. They were just easily figure outable
lame sets of algorithms. These guys were as badass as Metal Gear Rising
characters. But their whole existence was simply understandable like life of an
amoeba. I knew their moves before they even make their moves. Dodging a chain
of combos from all 5 of them at once was simple. I just had to be careful.
I
was spectacular to watch. I used one of their punches to shoot myself into the air
and used a soldier on air as footing to jump higher and shoot another samurai
right in the face with a Railgun while dodging his grim reaper scythe which was
being electro charged. Before I fall the 60m I grabbed the scythe which already
had a lot of momentum and sliced off the left arm of the soldier below me.
Whatever it (he) was, it had blood: Red blood. So I guess the NPC has some
human biology in it. It’s a shame to see it being reduced to easily
comprehensive function rather than being more human. I’m a human, right? A
chrysalis of God. Soldiers are just functions like some NPC in a game. A
soldier is a sentience striped off its ability to go through a metamorphosis.
Then it is shouldn’t be eligible to be defined as sentient.
Anyway,
the question I have for myself is “Would I be able to hold on to the end of
this metamorphosis?” Sure I kick ass.
But do I know the basics of kicking ass:-/…?
When
you play a game do you know how to use all the weapons, martial arts and
gadgets? Well, you do know them. But do you know all about them? I don’t think
I’ve learned to use decomposer guns, ZPEMs, Railguns or High Frequency blades.
But I can use them whenever I want. I was curious about that as much as amazed
I was. But when I landed on my feet, I lost it all. I tried to land properly and hurt my legs. I kept my stance with the
scythe. But it did hurt a lot. That’s when I asked myself “where the heck did
you learned to breathe? Who taught you to cry when you come out of the womb?
How did you learn to cry to get your momma’s nipples to suck when you were
hungry?” Then I asked myself “What happens when you try to regulate your
breath?”
I
dodged the katana. But the wave of wind which came out of the slash hurt my
right eye. I felt something. Not fear. Not thrill. Not even relief. It’s what
you feel when you almost touch a speeding car before saving your ass from the
accident. Where did you learn that reaction?!? I hit the samurai in the tummy.
I knew that it is futile against the C-60 armor. I perfectly knew it. Yet I had ignored my own knowledge. Was I
feeling desperate! Well how did I learn to feel
at all? My 4D view started having a smaller range. My life felt more like
what it used to feel to be “mine”. I knew it wasn’t good. I felt like all my
energy and brainpower getting framed, restrained and locked. But I felt
comfortable regardless of the dire situation. I remembered a girl I knew who
kept going after her BDSM crazed lover perfectly knowing that it isn’t good for
body.
I
went back into defending myself. Phantoms made me distracted. I fell down again
and again. I wasn’t ignoring all my pain anymore. Just getting brushed by their
punches was hard enough. Any of the remaining 4 could just smack down a rhino
in a boxing ring (a big one). No…… no way!!
The guy who got his arm ripped off is coming back with his veins sealed.
Wait! What did I said?! “Guy” It is not
a fact. Why did I assume? Am I going down the ladd-maybe it’s all for good. May
be…#
Seeing
him gave me courage and determination. I felt myself being drenched in valor. I
didn’t observe it really. Maybe I created the whole valor thing. How did I even
learn to respond with specific emotions at specific observations? When did I
learn my emotions# I don’t care anymore.
The
wall behind me was destroyed by a tank. The riots came to its climax. An
all-out war had closed in, in every single direction. The marvelous
civilization crumbled around me. I made myself more rigid and hard to make sure
that I wouldn’t crumble. I dodged about 24 combos in a row; some by hair’s
distance (which did more than enough to hurt me) and some by few cm. I made
sure that I wasn’t pushed to the edge. I became harder. Harder than diamond, so
that I can survive all the conflict: so that I can return home. I felt a
feeling of longing for something. It was all vague. I only knew it as much as
what a child would know about her boogieman. But for the sake of my survival, I
shut myself to all the facts I could just see. I dodged hard and I hit hard.
The war broke into my arena and the place became and embodiment of chaos
itself. Amidst the chaos I felt a soft breeze passing through, all unaffected
by the war or my 1 on 4.5 duel. The breeze passed me like nothing was
happening. The strengthless wind was absolutely unaffected by the conflict.
Just
noting this fact shook my mentality. I felt an urgency to be more and more
stringer. I threw all my skills to keep all the 4 and a 0.5 men at bay. I felt
like I would lose all meaning of my existence if I don’t tougher than these
soldiers. It wasn’t because the soldiers were strong but because of the wind
was so weak. I caught a little glimpse of what I’ve really being feeling…as emotions or whatever. We see
stars as shining because of the fluctuations of the atmosphere. All these
things I’ve been feeling are just my perception of me losing my cool; and
becoming an animal. Beasts are the dynamic distortion and God is the static
calm……and I thought of my destiny to be engineering God! [A retrospective LOL]
As my eyes were getting teary, I saw that the
electro charge of my (I mean his…/its) scythe being ready. Why did the all
seeing me wait till I happen to
notice that!? I even approximated the number of combos I dodged. What is hap…
Just F*** all this. I awoke the beast within. Let my insanity break lose and
said “This ends HERE” Along came an earthquake of exactly 9.13 in Richter scale
which gave me the perfect push while kicking off the defense and counter
stances of the soldiers. I just beheaded the one closest to me >> sliced
3 darts and sliced a half a palm of another.
I
felt a sense of accomplishment. The electro charge storms the blade with
electrons and concentrates the electron flow at the edge of the gold-alloy
blade. It’s basically a thin lightning of 100-210 angstroms of width going at
195-205 Mm/s. Armor being harder than diamond is not an problem.
W. F. G. Swann, ‘‘The Teaching of Physics,’’
Am. J. Phys. 19~3!, 182–187 ~1951!
which, whether or not it clarifies the
interpretational
Trust
me, those equations and crappy interpretations worth a lot; but not for your
personal understanding. You can live even without knowing a single word. But
knowing words can help you a real lot. Don’t get hooked up in to the so called
theories. They are not theories most of the time. They are just different
peoples interpretations. The only proper way to teach something is by being
heuristic. You’ll have to re-interpret everything for yourself. Having a PhD
or not is none of the concerns. Most of the PhD holders are just a bunch of
parrots. Most of them (or their entitlements) don’t worth a shit. 
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