Some words drive this circuit.

Shhhhh, my sweet. Come sit here next to me. You don’t have to speak a word from your pretty little mouth. Most of them wouldn’t understand it anyways. Your language is encrypted, my dear. It’s a little more

set PATH=%PATH%;c:\jdk1.1.7b;c:\jdk1.1.7b\practice;
set CLASSPATH=%CLASSPATH%;c:\cryptix\classesSPT_0-1-1.jar;
c:\cryptix\classes\TOOLS_0-1-1.jar;

cmd
c:\jdk1.1.7b\practice: run encryption.class

of a process. Process produces imperfections, energy lost to resistance. Some to heat, and some induced current to oppose the change in B-field. Even then, deltaB = deltaE. Don’t wear yourself out. Thought is never as clean as we’d like it to be. Science lacks perfection, not in its concept but in its execution. There is no ideal system. We just like to pretend because it makes things easier on us.

Science is our salvation, but our words must still bear it out. Even definitions must signify. A signifier without a signified cannot bear function.
The problem with language is this: Words can be transliterated between sound and symbol any number of ways. How much energy do you think is lost/transfer in the space between my neurons and yours?
Even, my life, these symbols I call numbers must mean in some lingual way. There is no problem with negative definition. We usually take the absolute value of something so we won’t get lost. Yes, something else is lost in that simplification, but it is a choice. Negative yields red shift. And so we are left with something overly simple or over-complex. Sometimes I feel the poem resists this choice. Science is not as black and white as it would like to think.

Define the limit as x approaches event horizon: Rsch = 2GM/c^2. You can watch the apocalypse from there, my love. But no farther or you become the sacrament.

Science is a creation story. Never forget that. It defines more than others, its true, but it cannot be without faith, without ritual. I have never believed language to be against science. After all, they are both the same set of symbols. Read: agency.

They both rather are in need of the other. Body is text. Land is text. The function of that landscape is described as S: A[x-x(o)] + B[y-y(o)] + C[z-z(o)] = D. So many things I can see in you with this. Vector fields (some direction, but never a singularity), and at any moment some tangent plane (A = df/dx [x(o), y(o)], B = df/dy, C = df/dz). Hold one variable still and let the curve along the surface be your smile. O, and the traces of you, add some variable and see the places you have been: the behavior of each variable invariably forms some sort of picture. Rather a pictograph. To be read aloud by some. Too cryptic for most.




Won’t you come in for a moment, love? Its cold outside. I’ll put some water on to boil while you rest.