Namely Rome
Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.
Wed, March 10, 2004
An odd thing happened while I walked my biowalker
http://www.bml.psy.ruhr-uni-bochum.de/Demos/BMLwalker.html
Listening to music and playing with this excellent simulation of walking pace gave odd results. I'd been playing with the walker (a pattern of dots and lines simulating a human walk which you can modify by a number of factors) and listening to my favourite radio staion, bless ya Triple J, and suddenly a tune came on which featured the words 'sneaker sex' a lot of times...
Thing was, I'd just reset the walker to default (50/50 male/female, 50/50 light/heavy, etc) and then snapped the control over to 'happy'. And the walker kept time with the rhythm of the tune to within less than half a bar by the end of the tune.
And that started me thinking. The biowalker had been programmed by taking biometrics from a group of men and women of varying weights, and then modified by software to a variety of walks which were then rated by another group of people for what they estimated as the level of sadness, happiness, nervousness, relaxedness... And the tune on the radio had passed another kind of panel, the listening audience, to have become a reasonably popular tune on the chart. And they both came out to within milliseconds of one another, at a rate of - wait for it - 66-something cycles per second... (And I'd be prepared to bet that if I took a wider average of popular rhythms that are widely rated as happy tunes, I'd come to a number very damn close to 66.6)
Why that number crops up so often is a mystery. I don't for one minute believe in the number of any beastie but the Bible also says of it '... for it is the number of a man ...' in there somewhere. And it comes up often enough in modern life that we can theorise that if not exactly a portent of The Beginning Of The End, it could very well be a biological constant like Plancks' Constant or a Fibbonacci series or something similar, which our bodies are tuned.
The Lord doesn't like that for some reason. Actually, He's a bit vengeful on this topic:
And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand,The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into the cup of his indignation; and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb:
And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the MARK of his name.Revelation 14:9-11
Is it only me, or does the idea of a bunch of angels celebrating in glee (over the misery of the very people they're supposed to be the guardians of) make you think that there's something very amiss in the translation or something? Something is wrong in this picture, and certainly this isn't a very angelic way to behave. Nor like the God I always imagined... And they're talking about a 'mark of the number of the name of the beast' here, 666... There's really something very, VERY amiss here... Come right out and say it or don't, but this deliberate obfuscation of what exactly is meant, makes one wonder.
I accept that something very important happened just over 2000 years ago, it's so bad that at the epicentre they're still killing one another over it in suicide bombings, religious jihad, terror missions to the sound of Allahu akhbar, and a few hundred years ago we still weren't much better about whatever it was. Whatever happened back then, it was 'da bomb' of the day.
The famous mistranslation in the James Bible ('thou shalt not suffer a poisoner' being translated to 'thou shalt not suffer a witch to live') makes you wonder what they mistranslated the mark of the number of the name of that whatchamacallit into... So what is it with that number, and what is it with the indirect method by which it seems we have to become inflicted with it? Email me if you know, and I'll extend this article...
These are random blog posts I recently rescued from a text dump of my earliest recorded blog posts from Ye Good Ole Days of writing stuff in Notepad and using some weird software that basically uploaded your entire blog every time you added a new article or edited an old one.
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