4s + 1t = 5d

Spatially we consider our universe to exist in 3-dimensions of horizontals and verticals with the 4th-dimension of space being space that is outside of and surrounding the other three dimensions and at angles. For example, the universe may be said to be the 4th-dimension. Being outside of and around us on the 4th-dimensional plane, and because of our 3-dimensional existence, we cannot perceive or even conceive of the universe’s size and or shape.

Time is considered to be one dimension although we conceive of it in a linear three dimensional way of past, present and future. Our minds conceive of them as separate units hence three dimensions in spite of their continuous uninterrupted flow. And our ability to conceive of and understand that those three linear dimensions are in truth a singular one, divided and defined and segregated in our minds by relativity, being the fourth. Simply, there is no such thing as past, present or future; there is only now.

4s + 1t = 5d

By this equation, we see that the fifth dimension is the sum of both space and time. Carl Sagan discusses it here:

If the 5th dimension is the sum of both space and time, what is the 6th dimension?

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January 10 – Damon Hall in Hartland VT

Originally posted on Evan Cary | Acoustic Guitarist:

Damon Hall in Summer

Nichole Hastings and I were invited to take part in the Emerging Artists Showcase.

Tonight, Nichole will be reciting poems from her book A Remedy For Love and I’ll be playing the guitar.

The show begins at 5:00 at Damon Hall Hartland 3 corners (intersection of rt. 5 and rt 12). Dinner will follow. The event is free but please consider giving a ten dollar donation.

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December 25th

by nicholehastings

This is a confused day,
When folks kneel at alters and pray,
To God, Walmart, Santa and the U.S. $.

Gathering ’round a dying tree,
They rip its flesh off gifts in glee,
Then happily burn burn burn it in fire.

Their dinner table creaks,
While homeless starve in streets,
Under the weight of X-MAS bounty.

As the day comes to a close,
Over-sugared kids wrapped in bows,
Fall restless in exhausted sleep…

And wonder.

There is Another Sky

by Emily Dickinson

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields –
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!


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