User:Centroyd

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Hi My name is Steve, and I aim to do the impossible. According to present doctrine, it is impossible to determine first cause (meaning the cause that brought the universe into existence). Also, beyond Descartes' 'I think therefore I am' we aren't supposed to know anything else for certain. But if you want to know about the beginning of the universe, and know something for certain, you can go to my blogspot at Cosmogony Central [1]

I started that blog because there is a whole lot of random guesses about how things started. I am currently engaged in a Master's thesis on exactly that subject. That blog is a (slightly rough) mirror of my Masters thesis, pruned severely and hopefully made more accessible.

My rave is that Wikipedia is being hijacked by official editors. In particular, some 'don't like' external links because they feel they aren't authoritative. At what point is someone an authority? Frankly, who cares. If you don't like external links, don't click on them. I am not including links to commercial sites of course, for otherwise the whole thing will turn into spam. I find this eclectic editing a bit funny, given the way in which Wikipedia was born. I was there in the very early stages of Wikipedia and it was way cool. Most rubbish was chopped by people who had a clue, not people with a pet, sometimes keyhole view. The cosmogony page was quite good once. Now its been murdered in parts and turned into a physicists notebook. But a physicist's ontology (I am a qualified physicist) as well as that of the naturalist philosopher, just can't provide a cosmogony due to limitations of the empiricist's approach. I've given up trying to keep it to cosmogony.

I also love to write. This includes my novels: Garney Barnicoat and the Runes of Yore, in which our hero finds out that the reason he doesn't fit well in our four dimensional world is because he is a descendant of the '5th family Barnicoat' whose roots are in Yore, a seaside city in 4 1/2 dimensions. The Druid: There were two kinds of monster in Titian’s life – the Mystals and the Swarthymen. The first she loved, the second she feared. At that moment, both were closer than she thought. Carlisle's mind: For reasons of security, no one knew the proper name of the computer. We just called it 'Carlisle', after it's inventor, or 'The Bubble'. But then it named itself, and it wasn't talking to nobody. To its picosecond world, we were all just too slow. Eden's Secret: ‘There’s nothin’ left ter explore, not on this whole goddam… sorry Padre - on this earth,’ he said. We sat on the front porch of one of the most isolated places on Earth. Arnhem Land, a thousand miles from anywhere, a hundred miles to the front gate of his property, a days drive to a population of two hundred souls. No plane came here, save the Flying Doctor in an emergency or a drop in from the Flying Padre with good words and a listening ear. That was me. Parmenides Solo: Flying Padre. ‘Perhaps inside a man’s head,’ I said. ‘Mebbe,’ he said, plainly unconvinced. He took another pull on his beer, tilting his face toward a sky spangled like ‘Old Glory’ set in a sea of velvet blackness. He burped. He had forgotten the beauty that danced over his head. This one will be my Booker Prize winner one day...;)