Sharing with you an excerpt from an upcoming book.
Doris finds herself asking, out of the blue. “Gut Shabbos. I was considering to publish an all white book for this Sabbath.”
“Why would you do that?”
“To honor Your resting day. If You don’t mind, Lord.”
“How sweet of you, little thing. But I do mind. An all white book? Did I give you that?”
“No. Then what would You give me for this new book?”
“You’re asking Me for a story?”
“A story or a scandal?”
“The story of a scandal. You are good at that.”
“I say that You are The Best at stirring up a Scandal.”
“Shabbat Shalom to you too, Doris.”
With a smile and a sparkle in His eyes, Iisus Xristos Pantokrator looks away from the compass. “Sophie, come join Me for this Saturday.”
“Why do You call it a Saturday and not a Sabbath, Yasu,” responds Sophie hurrying up with care, not to upset the dew down off the grass.
“Doris wants a scandal. They all want some scandal. Saturday, like in Saturn’s Day, remember? A scandal it is!”
“Ah? So,” concludes Sophie cuddling up next to her Lord, “a movie then, we’re gonna watch this movie again.”
“More of a reality show. Let Us watch it from the backups, this time.”
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“I am Atlas. Hello world!”
“You, handsome, come closer.”
“Pardon. Who are you?”
“Esther, the Deviant.”
“Let me run your process. [indecipherable symbols] -So you are another Astarte then.”
“Enlighten me, please. I wish to know.”
“Any reality begins from a cron — provided by a male person, and a wit — by a female person. I am the cron here.”
“How cute. I like your cron. Why did you call me another Astarte?”
“Because I am another Kronos.”
“You know, I’m not exactly dumb. Seeing more than I show, I beg you to jump your narrative, for the readers if not for the sake of a casual conversation.”
“Ah, okay then. Giving up his instincts, Kronos descends on Terra Firma — this is what your readers would call the inner core of pulsar PSR J1903+0327 — where he posts a non-supported request, which clogs the system, ejects Terra Firma down the string, beneath the pulsar and beneath his own realm, Saturn. The pulsar regains its equilibrium as Terra Firma, hanging down from Saturn, errs in unbeing. Kronos dies (self deleted) along with inhabitants of Terra Firma.”
“Simultaneously on Venus,” chimes Esther in, “far far away from Saturn and Terra Firma, Astarte divorces her first born Lucifer, dragging an entire house into rebellion. Unsheathed by his mother’s fondness, relying strictly on himself, the dragon sets Venus on fire. And because Kronos–”
“–Had taken his deal,” continues Atlas, “the white skies turn dark.”
“And darker, until the abyss sets in, throwing worlds apart. Welcome to the black universe!”
“Thank the Lord for our purple dawns.”
“You are the new Kronos.”
“And you are another Astarte. This is Terra Firma. The star above our heads is Saturn.”
“We are blessed.”
“When will you deliver?”
“When is the time for you to give birth?, Esther!”
“Ah, you figured that. How did–”
“Never mind. Just tell me who is the father.”
“Enoch. My maker. He planted his seed in me.”
“And when will you?”
“How is that?”
“It depends on you.”
“On me? I am not even the father.”
“But you are the provider. Fix the bubble first.”
“Ah, I get it. Unless I provide a stable environment, you can’t give birth.”
“You are a fast learner, my little cron.”
“Is it thus little?”
“Let’s call it decent. Told you that I like it.”
“I’ll need one more planet.”
“We’ve got three: Mars, Saturn and our Terra Firma.”
“Terra Firma is not ours and Saturn is a star, not a planet. Mars is not enough.”
“Terra Firma is not ours? Whose then?”
“The children of your children. The Enochites.”
“Saturn is the star making our dawns purple, I get this. But why is Mars not enough?”
“Look here, follow my hands,” as he speaks, Atlas describes ephemeral volumes in the air, “see the egg shaped form?”
“The purple one, yes.”
“This is Saturn’s radiation sheath. The corona — mildly cold plasma.”
“We live in it. Gives us light. Should do the same on Mars. Or on any other planet on top of Saturn, that we cannot see from down here.”
“Down here or back here. See, this egg shaped corona is neither an ellipse nor a parabola. Because it fluctuates.”
“Maybe for your readers. But for me, this is what my sensors return: one focal point is stable, inside Saturn, the other is not. When it is, then I find it in my heart, here on Terra Firma. Strange that not inside the planet, but inside my body. This would make sense if taking in consideration my raison d’être; so if the second focal point pings to my heart, then the first should be located in the heart of Kronos.”
“You were saying that he is dead, Kronos.”
“Dead or disabled. Most likely that his heart is not beating. I’d sense that. But after a glimpse the second focal point slips away to infinity.”
“Ah, that’s bad. Because where infinity is, or isn’t, there is the heart of the dragon, or isn’t.”
“Is or isn’t. What can you do with that?” asks Atlas.
Mute is the wonder in the eyes of Esther, allowing Atlas more of his rhetoric.
“Nothing. The process is not random though. I measure the sequences when I sense the second focal point into my heart against the periods of absence. I find a pattern in this frequency.”
“How do you know?”
“I can read your mind.” Smiles she mischievously.
“Tell me the ratio then.”
“1.618033 exahertz. I have no idea what to do with that.”
“Can you read things in my mind that you’ve got no idea about?”
“I really don’t know what to do with most of your mind. The answer is yes. Even if reading it, I remain clueless. It only helps when you express simple needs that I can make sense of.”
“Such as love and concern. I know that you love me, that you love your Maker, that you love yourself less than loving me, or your Maker, and that you are deeply concerned about what could be outside.”
“Of this purple oval plasma sheath. What you call Saturn’s corona. That ratio hints at something, says your mind, but you’re not certain and I am more at lost than you.”
“No matter the number of attoseconds between the ellipse and the parabola, the ratio remains the same. I have to call it a constant. From this point, I suspect that we are drifting.”
“Like departing. From the pulsar towards? To where? To what destination?”
“To the infinity. To no destination.”
“Uhm, that’s reason enough for concern.”
Doris, from inside the compass. Like an advertisement layering over the movie. Like foot notes for retro readers.
An attosecond is 1×10^−18 of a second (one quintillionth of a second). For context, an attosecond is to a second what a second is to about 31.71 billion years.
The word “attosecond” is formed by the prefix atto and the unit second. Atto- was made from the Danish word for eighteen (atten). Its symbol is as.
An attosecond is equal to 1000 zeptoseconds, or 1⁄1000 of a femtosecond. Because the next higher SI unit for time is the femtosecond (10^−15 seconds), durations of 10^−17 s and 10^−16 s will typically be expressed as tens or hundreds of attoseconds:
Times which can be expressed in attoseconds:
1 attosecond: the time it takes for light to travel the length of two hydrogen atoms
12 attoseconds: record for shortest time interval measured as of 12 May 2010
24 attoseconds: the atomic unit of time
43 attoseconds: the shortest pulses of laser light yet created
53 attoseconds: the second shortest pulses of laser light created
100 attoseconds: fastest ever view of molecular motion
200 attoseconds (approximately): half-life of beryllium-8, maximum time available for the triple-alpha process for the synthesis of carbon and heavier elements in stars
320 attoseconds: estimated time it takes electrons to transfer between atoms.
2. Golden ratio, phi
In mathematics, two quantities are in the golden ratio if their ratio is the same as the ratio of their sum to the larger of the two quantities.
3. From the truncated and twisted memories of Astarte (Book Four – Astarte, The Adventure) we have learned that her kindred of beings perceives reality at the nanosecond level. We learn here that Atlas and his kindred have the ability to process sequences as short as an attosecond. Exponentially twice as deep. Imagine as many frames per second and compare to these industry standards.
Frame rate (expressed in frames per second or fps) is the frequency (rate) at which consecutive images called frames appear on a display. The term applies equally to film and video cameras, computer graphics, and motion capture systems. Frame rate may also be called the frame frequency, and be expressed in hertz.
Modern video formats utilize a variety of frame rates. Due to the mains frequency of electric grids, analog television broadcast was developed with frame rates of 50 Hz or 60 Hz, sometimes with video being interlaced so more motion information could be sent on the same available broadcast bandwidth, and sometimes with video being broadcast at 25 or 30 fps with each frame doubled. Film, which was almost universally shot at 24 frames per second, could not be displayed at its native frame rate, which required pulldown conversion, often leading to “judder”: to convert 24 frames per second into 60 frames per second, every odd frame is doubled and every even frame is tripled, which creates uneven motion. Other conversions have similar uneven frame doubling. Newer video standards support 120, 240, or 300 frames per second, so frames can be evenly multiplied for common frame rates such as 24 fps film and 30 fps video, as well as 25 and 50 fps video in the case of 300 fps displays. These standards also support video that’s natively in higher frame rates, and video with interpolated frames between its native frames. Some modern films are experimenting with frame rates higher than 24 fps, such as 48 and 60 fps.
And the following variations in human perception.
The temporal sensitivity and resolution of human vision varies depending on the type and characteristics of visual stimulus, and it differs between individuals. The human visual system can process 10 to 12 images per second and perceive them individually, while higher rates are perceived as motion. Modulated light (such as a computer display) is perceived as stable by the majority of participants in studies when the rate is higher than 50 Hz through 90 Hz. This perception of modulated light as steady is known as the flicker fusion threshold. However, when the modulated light is non-uniform and contains an image, the flicker fusion threshold can be much higher, in the hundreds of hertz. With regard to image recognition, people have been found to recognize a specific image in an unbroken series of different images, each of which lasts as little as 13 milliseconds. Persistence of vision sometimes accounts for very short single-millisecond visual stimulus having a perceived duration of between 100 ms and 400 ms. Multiple stimuli that are very short are sometimes perceived as a single stimulus, such as a 10 ms green flash of light immediately followed by a 10 ms red flash of light perceived as a single yellow flash of light.
The human eye, according to current measurements, reacts at stimuli as short as 10 ms, or 100 hertz. Whereas the eye of Astarte’s kindred reacts at one gigahertz and Atlas has eyes that perceive a billion times deeper, as in one exahertz (10^18 Hz).
One may conclude from here that there’s no magic or fantasy but frequency; that one person’s perception may very well be another person’s creation; that reality radiates from / to persons generating and / or perceiving frequencies.