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I just spent the morning trying to use geodesics to talk about ontology and how legitimate the self-consistency principle might be if we also allow for wave function collapse. And just, no. Affine connections and smooth manifold metrics aside, I've decided that the way angels time travel is just by being really really good at math. Like how humans tend to be good at breathing.
Whereas physics and I have always had an internecine relationship, so. I guess I should be used to this.
I've heard it told that a writer only writes once it becomes unbearable for them not to do so; my continued preference for procrastination via research of quantum mechanics or medieval weapons or the seedy underbelly of the usage of American English over actually getting shit done suggests that nope, I haven't hit that point. Which doesn't stop characters from having ridiculous and repetitive conversations in my head. Well, it's that or it's hell grotesquery and plotless post-apocalyptic word landscapes. Which: unhelpful.
Though it is fun.
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Whereas physics and I have always had an internecine relationship, so. I guess I should be used to this.
I've heard it told that a writer only writes once it becomes unbearable for them not to do so; my continued preference for procrastination via research of quantum mechanics or medieval weapons or the seedy underbelly of the usage of American English over actually getting shit done suggests that nope, I haven't hit that point. Which doesn't stop characters from having ridiculous and repetitive conversations in my head. Well, it's that or it's hell grotesquery and plotless post-apocalyptic word landscapes. Which: unhelpful.
Though it is fun.
( Here, have a cracky gif type thing )
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