A pile is forever.
I have been finding an underlying pattern lately that connects much what I do in every day life. Normally I would try and suppress this pattern on the basis that I try to keep my mind exercised and my routine dynamic (so much for that). This should be no different. I would attempt to delete any dull repetition from my life, except that I believe that this pattern is the foundation of the universe.
I often see this pattern manifest itself at at my place of work. I often end up doing many forms of work, much of it in the form of manual labor. Since most of what I get involved with happens to be outdoors, I get to see nature first hand for hours upon end. A hot spot for natural patterns and systems to show themselves.
In the case of raking leaves, which is a reoccurring theme in my "area of expertise", my job is to take thousands of individual entities and collect them into on massive pile of unique objects. In this instance, the mass of individual entities forms a sort of unique entity of it's own. Then, I often part up this large pile into many smaller piles which I place into large paper bags. I then collect these bags into a large group on the side of the road. This unique entity unto itself, in turn, gets collected and placed into a garbage truck full with hundreds of other bags, each of which had a few thousand leaves in it.
What I am getting at here is what I refer to as Pile Theory. The theory that everything ends up as a pile, and that everything is as it is because it is a pile, and that in the end, everything will end up as one gigantic pile.
Basically, the entire universe is constructed of many billions of tiny particles (atoms) that just want to naturally pile up on each other. So much so that eventually this whole universe as we know it will become as ten different colored play-dohs smashed into one: A big puke-color-biased mass.
Take, for instance, human beings themselves. Under almost no circumstances are they ever found totally alone from one another. In an overwhelming majority of the cases people will begin by piling together into small congregations known as villages. Then, provided they survive starvation and weather and pirates, they go on to become towns. Soon the towns become large enough to support sub-piles, such as bingo clubs, skateboarders, and vegans. With time these towns grow to be huge piles of up to millions of individual entities known. These as cities. Cities also have a number of sub-piles which support them, much like the aforementioned leaf collection bags which would be balanced against each other in one large pile so as to prevent them from spilling their contents onto the road.
What is sound, but piles of air piling onto your eardrums then a lack of piles on your eardrum thousands of times a second?
While the natural tendency for matter is to "pile up", so to speak, there is a small percentage of matter in any given sample that wishes to refuse the piling. From preliminary research, it seems to be somewhere in the rounded vicinity of 2%. This is the percentage of matter that will refuse the desire to pile. Take, for example the dirt on the floor. A person first piles it from all around the room into one central location. Then that person attempts to pile it into a dust pan. That person, on the first pass, succeeds in getting most of the dirt into the pan, but notices a line of remaining dirt on the floor. The person realign the dustpan and makes another pass. While much of the dirt is collected, there again remains a line, although smaller this time. This process repeats many times until the amount of dirt remaining on the floor is negligible, or reaches an "acceptable" level. This pattern could be traced back to the initial piling of the dirt into the middle of the floor, with individual pieces being left behind from the broom's bristles.
This concept explains phenomena from abstract creative thought to virus mutations. It also explains why the heck it is so hard to clean one's room, even after all the major obstructions and furniture are moved out.
In conclusion, piles are the essence of this universe, whether you like it or not. As I am typing, my fingers are piling onto the keys of my keyboard, which is making electrical charges pile up on a central platter pile inside my hard drive, which is, itself, a pile of electrical components. So roll over String Theory, because Pile Theory is in full swing.
Now I need to go to work and pile leaves up for the rest of the day.
I often see this pattern manifest itself at at my place of work. I often end up doing many forms of work, much of it in the form of manual labor. Since most of what I get involved with happens to be outdoors, I get to see nature first hand for hours upon end. A hot spot for natural patterns and systems to show themselves.
In the case of raking leaves, which is a reoccurring theme in my "area of expertise", my job is to take thousands of individual entities and collect them into on massive pile of unique objects. In this instance, the mass of individual entities forms a sort of unique entity of it's own. Then, I often part up this large pile into many smaller piles which I place into large paper bags. I then collect these bags into a large group on the side of the road. This unique entity unto itself, in turn, gets collected and placed into a garbage truck full with hundreds of other bags, each of which had a few thousand leaves in it.
What I am getting at here is what I refer to as Pile Theory. The theory that everything ends up as a pile, and that everything is as it is because it is a pile, and that in the end, everything will end up as one gigantic pile.
Basically, the entire universe is constructed of many billions of tiny particles (atoms) that just want to naturally pile up on each other. So much so that eventually this whole universe as we know it will become as ten different colored play-dohs smashed into one: A big puke-color-biased mass.
Take, for instance, human beings themselves. Under almost no circumstances are they ever found totally alone from one another. In an overwhelming majority of the cases people will begin by piling together into small congregations known as villages. Then, provided they survive starvation and weather and pirates, they go on to become towns. Soon the towns become large enough to support sub-piles, such as bingo clubs, skateboarders, and vegans. With time these towns grow to be huge piles of up to millions of individual entities known. These as cities. Cities also have a number of sub-piles which support them, much like the aforementioned leaf collection bags which would be balanced against each other in one large pile so as to prevent them from spilling their contents onto the road.
What is sound, but piles of air piling onto your eardrums then a lack of piles on your eardrum thousands of times a second?
While the natural tendency for matter is to "pile up", so to speak, there is a small percentage of matter in any given sample that wishes to refuse the piling. From preliminary research, it seems to be somewhere in the rounded vicinity of 2%. This is the percentage of matter that will refuse the desire to pile. Take, for example the dirt on the floor. A person first piles it from all around the room into one central location. Then that person attempts to pile it into a dust pan. That person, on the first pass, succeeds in getting most of the dirt into the pan, but notices a line of remaining dirt on the floor. The person realign the dustpan and makes another pass. While much of the dirt is collected, there again remains a line, although smaller this time. This process repeats many times until the amount of dirt remaining on the floor is negligible, or reaches an "acceptable" level. This pattern could be traced back to the initial piling of the dirt into the middle of the floor, with individual pieces being left behind from the broom's bristles.
This concept explains phenomena from abstract creative thought to virus mutations. It also explains why the heck it is so hard to clean one's room, even after all the major obstructions and furniture are moved out.
In conclusion, piles are the essence of this universe, whether you like it or not. As I am typing, my fingers are piling onto the keys of my keyboard, which is making electrical charges pile up on a central platter pile inside my hard drive, which is, itself, a pile of electrical components. So roll over String Theory, because Pile Theory is in full swing.
Now I need to go to work and pile leaves up for the rest of the day.
posted by Cyphoid at 6:13 PM
3 Comments:
Another remarkable excerpt from the mind of Drew.
I'm getting piles just sitting here so long reading this blog.
piles.
i like it.
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