To Winter RI Ko 16 Stephen William Hawking, Sergej Karcevskij, Janos Killar, MORI Shigefumi and Vsevolod Mikhajlovich Garshin 2015. Translated by Google translate 2020
To Winter RI Ko 16 Stephen William Hawking, Sergej Karcevskij, Janos Killar, MORI Shigefumi and Vsevolod Mikhajlovich Garshin 2015
１６ Stephen William Hawking, Sergej Karcevskij, Janos Killar, MORI Shigefumi and Vsevolod Mikhajlovich Garshin
16 Garcin
I woke up on the phone on Sunday morning. It was from I.
-What happened, didn't you come yesterday? -It was bad, I slept all the time. I had a little fever yesterday, so I bought a heat sink on the way home from work, drank it, and slept until this morning. It might have been tired because it was a few nights late.
-I called you several times, but I wondered what happened because I didn't answer. How is it now
-I slept a lot, but I still have a fever.
-Fine?
-Today, take a day off. The root was a little too tight.
-Don't overdo it, you can't stay up all night.
-I don't do that, but I've become weaker. I am worried and will call again. I hung up the phone when I was talking to him.
Feel heavy body. Looking out of the window, there is fog on the cold train street. It was nice to have a day off like this. I haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon, but I don't feel hungry because it doesn't move. Being thirsty, I got up and drank milk. I'm a little swaying, but I don't feel like sleeping anymore, so I lay down on the sofa and decided to rest. What do you do tomorrow? I don't take much vacation, so I will take a rest. I wanted to think about it by looking at my physical condition until the evening.
I posted the document with a dedication to K, but since I did not list my contact information in the About page of the Web page, I would not be contacted directly if K saw it. However, it may confirm old friendship there. Furthermore, if you search by the name of K, this document of A will be hit, so even if it is not K, those around it may possibly encounter the document of A by searching for K. I thought about that. First, my colleague S, who I thought was a no-brainer, read the document. I was tired, so I put my head on the edge of the couch and was thinking about the continuation of the prayer of concern without doing anything.
A envisioned the world of mirrors as a model of prayer. The actual hand is reflected in the mirror. There is also depth. If you move it, it will move together. However, there is no reality. And the left and right are opposite. Rather, the right hand is the right hand, but in the mirror it is structured as the left hand side. The hierarchical relationship remains the same. It is the world in the mirror drawn by Shinichiro Tomonaga. It's often said, but this alone won't go any further.
-What happened, didn't you come yesterday? -It was bad, I slept all the time. I had a little fever yesterday, so I bought a heat sink on the way home from work, drank it, and slept until this morning. It might have been tired because it was a few nights late.
-I called you several times, but I wondered what happened because I didn't answer. How is it now
-I slept a lot, but I still have a fever.
-Fine?
-Today, take a day off. The root was a little too tight.
-Don't overdo it, you can't stay up all night.
-I don't do that, but I've become weaker. I am worried and will call again. I hung up the phone when I was talking to him.
Feel heavy body. Looking out of the window, there is fog on the cold train street. It was nice to have a day off like this. I haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon, but I don't feel hungry because it doesn't move. Being thirsty, I got up and drank milk. I'm a little swaying, but I don't feel like sleeping anymore, so I lay down on the sofa and decided to rest. What do you do tomorrow? I don't take much vacation, so I will take a rest. I wanted to think about it by looking at my physical condition until the evening.
I posted the document with a dedication to K, but since I did not list my contact information in the About page of the Web page, I would not be contacted directly if K saw it. However, it may confirm old friendship there. Furthermore, if you search by the name of K, this document of A will be hit, so even if it is not K, those around it may possibly encounter the document of A by searching for K. I thought about that. First, my colleague S, who I thought was a no-brainer, read the document. I was tired, so I put my head on the edge of the couch and was thinking about the continuation of the prayer of concern without doing anything.
A envisioned the world of mirrors as a model of prayer. The actual hand is reflected in the mirror. There is also depth. If you move it, it will move together. However, there is no reality. And the left and right are opposite. Rather, the right hand is the right hand, but in the mirror it is structured as the left hand side. The hierarchical relationship remains the same. It is the world in the mirror drawn by Shinichiro Tomonaga. It's often said, but this alone won't go any further.
There is real happiness in front of the mirror. The happiness is reflected in the mirror. It doesn't exist. If you remove the real happiness in the foreground, the happiness in the mirror will disappear. It is assumed that there is happiness that does not exist in the mirror now, and there is no happiness that exists before the book. Can you model such a state? He had been thinking about that for some time.
How about using an imaginary number? If you add the time coordinate to the coordinates of the Riemann sphere and add a negative sign to it, you get Minkowski space. If the time coordinate is set to the same positive as the space coordinate, a four-dimensional sphere that is symmetric with respect to dimension is created. This is the idea that Hawking introduced an imaginary time about the creation of the universe. The beginning of Hawking's universe is therefore a sphere at its bottom.
Isn't it possible to add symmetry to the language? Then, the world of mirror can be created with plane symmetry. And if there is a language only in the mirror, it can be a model of prayer. I thought of such a route. Just as there is an imaginary number for a real number, there is an imaginary language for a real language. It is assumed that prayers are written in a virtual language. We assume the time inherent in the imaginary language just as we assumed the time inherent in the real language. Going to heaven moves the time inherent in the imaginary language. We will call that language the mirror language. If so, where is that mirror placed?
How about using an imaginary number? If you add the time coordinate to the coordinates of the Riemann sphere and add a negative sign to it, you get Minkowski space. If the time coordinate is set to the same positive as the space coordinate, a four-dimensional sphere that is symmetric with respect to dimension is created. This is the idea that Hawking introduced an imaginary time about the creation of the universe. The beginning of Hawking's universe is therefore a sphere at its bottom.
Isn't it possible to add symmetry to the language? Then, the world of mirror can be created with plane symmetry. And if there is a language only in the mirror, it can be a model of prayer. I thought of such a route. Just as there is an imaginary number for a real number, there is an imaginary language for a real language. It is assumed that prayers are written in a virtual language. We assume the time inherent in the imaginary language just as we assumed the time inherent in the real language. Going to heaven moves the time inherent in the imaginary language. We will call that language the mirror language. If so, where is that mirror placed?
The one I read the most in the library was Kenji Fukaya. It is written that circles are naturally recognized as images of round figures rather than recognition as x 2 + y2 = 1. The intuition of geometry is certainly amazing and universal. As you read Fukaya's book, you will find mirror symmetry. It was said that if you set what is called the Hodge diamond at a certain value and then fold it there, you would get a clean mirror symmetry. The mirror language that A thinks may also be possible there.
Symmetry. It's what I once spoke with C in Linguistics. Prague in the 1920s. Kartsevsky's article in the magazine TCLP, "Asymmetrical duality of linguistic symbols". The coexistence of absolutely contradictory soft and hard structures that the language continues to hold, and thus the language continues to be a language. An eternal contradiction that will remain doubly implicit in the language. Karcevskij presented the duality that is why the language can be so flexible and so rigid that it is almost absolutely contradictory. A white-eyed discussion left by Sergei Karcevskij, a linguist who C was the only genius in its last book.
A consistent understanding of this duality, why this coexistence is possible, is probably still not submitted.
On the other hand, steady progress has been made in the world of quantization and quantization. According to Fukaya, Konzevic presented his formal conjecture in his 1997 paper, and he proved it by himself in the 2003 paper. "Deformed quantization of Poisson manifolds". Fukaya in his book outlines the proof only for the nR case. The whole proof is immeasurable.
Space by quantum, that may not be a dream anymore. At the end, finite and infinite. Confining infinity finitely. Janos Corral and Shigefumi Mori tell. Any row of three-dimensional standard flops is finite.
If we think of the flop as a kind of mapping and assume that the meaning is a finite sequence, and project this four-dimensional world made up of solids and time into a three-dimensional world made up of planes and time, it will occur infinitely. All the incidents of the four-dimensional world that were involved will be confined to the three-dimensional finite world. There, the letters on the plane that embody meaning including time project and confine this four-dimensional world including our time.
-So what do I do?
When you stand up and look at the eastern window, some people go sparsely under the stinging sky. In the thick fog, which was much thicker than before, the tram lit by the lights passed by without sound. Street lights are lighting all at once. A festival that has been forgotten far away begins. From the woodblock prints in the kitchen, a band of light rises silently into a cold, dark room, and large fireworks leave a flickering and bloom one after another. The fireworks are reflected in the glass and eventually spread over the glass onto the streets where fog flows. A fireworks opens wide in the dark, fog-filled sky, and a tram passing by passengers disappears below it without sound.
-Why are you so lonely?
Garcin. A soul who died in the end of Russian imperialism, living like a light beam. The "red flower" desperately seeks a red flower that doesn't matter and finally gets it. Vsevolod Mikhailovich Garcin, oh, there is Mikhail in your name. Angel Michael rises. The last word of the Old Testament Daniel.
Proceed to the end of you, and you will have a rest, to the end of the day, to get up and enjoy your share. Light a lamp in a dark room.
A living lamp that the bulbul gave me. What should I do. I have to eat some food. Shall we have rice with us? Everyone ate bread yesterday morning. What would have been left over? In the soaking cold, I put my hand through the cardigan by the side of the sofa. Bulbul, are you warm in the hills?
Looking back, the print had returned to its original position after all the flow. The outside of the window someday became fooled.
The door is knocked small. When I opened the door, the I was standing anxious, holding a heavy white plastic bag and holding a French bread bag in one hand. The short hair had a shining faint glow.
A consistent understanding of this duality, why this coexistence is possible, is probably still not submitted.
On the other hand, steady progress has been made in the world of quantization and quantization. According to Fukaya, Konzevic presented his formal conjecture in his 1997 paper, and he proved it by himself in the 2003 paper. "Deformed quantization of Poisson manifolds". Fukaya in his book outlines the proof only for the nR case. The whole proof is immeasurable.
Space by quantum, that may not be a dream anymore. At the end, finite and infinite. Confining infinity finitely. Janos Corral and Shigefumi Mori tell. Any row of three-dimensional standard flops is finite.
If we think of the flop as a kind of mapping and assume that the meaning is a finite sequence, and project this four-dimensional world made up of solids and time into a three-dimensional world made up of planes and time, it will occur infinitely. All the incidents of the four-dimensional world that were involved will be confined to the three-dimensional finite world. There, the letters on the plane that embody meaning including time project and confine this four-dimensional world including our time.
-So what do I do?
When you stand up and look at the eastern window, some people go sparsely under the stinging sky. In the thick fog, which was much thicker than before, the tram lit by the lights passed by without sound. Street lights are lighting all at once. A festival that has been forgotten far away begins. From the woodblock prints in the kitchen, a band of light rises silently into a cold, dark room, and large fireworks leave a flickering and bloom one after another. The fireworks are reflected in the glass and eventually spread over the glass onto the streets where fog flows. A fireworks opens wide in the dark, fog-filled sky, and a tram passing by passengers disappears below it without sound.
-Why are you so lonely?
Garcin. A soul who died in the end of Russian imperialism, living like a light beam. The "red flower" desperately seeks a red flower that doesn't matter and finally gets it. Vsevolod Mikhailovich Garcin, oh, there is Mikhail in your name. Angel Michael rises. The last word of the Old Testament Daniel.
Proceed to the end of you, and you will have a rest, to the end of the day, to get up and enjoy your share. Light a lamp in a dark room.
A living lamp that the bulbul gave me. What should I do. I have to eat some food. Shall we have rice with us? Everyone ate bread yesterday morning. What would have been left over? In the soaking cold, I put my hand through the cardigan by the side of the sofa. Bulbul, are you warm in the hills?
Looking back, the print had returned to its original position after all the flow. The outside of the window someday became fooled.
The door is knocked small. When I opened the door, the I was standing anxious, holding a heavy white plastic bag and holding a French bread bag in one hand. The short hair had a shining faint glow.
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