On the Omniverse, Time, and Relativity.

Good Day,

For those of you, Stick-Paul's adoring and unworthy fans, who have expressed interest in Stick-Paul's work on the dimensional problem and travel between universes, I have gathered a little info in the nature of the omniverse (sum of all universes). I will try to make it as simple as possible so that the slow among you can at least imagine that you understand some of it.

In the previous post on the subject - "The Dimensional Problem and Travel Between Universes" - it was explained that dimensions vary from universe to universe. Time was a constant throughout all of the known universes. Time is a practical construct that allows us to understand the interaction between universes as if it were linear. However, it is merely a measure of matter, which does not exist in the barrier between universes (note: the barrier is infinitely small and contains neither energy nor matter; it belongs to the difference in dimension and cannot be explained here in full, due to the sensitivity of Stick-Paul's research and the potential ramifications of its release). A barrier can most easily be understood as a void - timeless, mass-less, and without spatial reference.

The barriers are found between each universe and its neighbours. The universes are spherical and limitless. To illustrate this point we will take the example, used by many cosmologists and theorists to explain the shape of the universe, of the two-dimensional bug on a sphere. The only rule for this bug is that it can't pass into or off of the sphere. Stick-Paul is the rebel bug that broke that rule.

The numbers of universes is in theory infinite; and so the omniverse is also infinite, layered like an onion with no center and no exterior. Space and time wind together according to the laws of each distinct universe, separated only by barriers of dimensional continuance.

This is as much information as Stick-Paul has given me permission to divulge on this matter. Hopefully this satiates your curiosity for the time being as I am tired of explaining things to his unworthy fans which they have no hope of fully understanding to begin with.

Aloofly,

Stick-Paul's Manager

Poetry Installment #4

Good Day,

Here are another pair of poems for you, Stick-Paul's adoring and unworthy fans. Enjoy.

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time may change
and heart
and mind
the body age
decay and slow
but soul
it stays
and it is yours
yours to have
yours to hold

tongue may turn
joy to pain
warmth to cold
the thought away
from home
but still
my soul is yours
yours to have
yours to hold

guided footsteps
led astray
fled away
stumble past
Will steadfast
and yet
my soul is yours
yours to have
yours to hold

...

silent in the night alone
fortune
ne'er a minute-mind giv'n
all to gift
bounty, leaven
providence
no right bestowed
merely
every grace endowed
single, separate
unity
faith that binds
flesh
mind
spirit
eternity

...

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Stick-Paul is now in Bethlehem. He siad that he'd read all your e-mails as soon as he gets back. I'm hoping that he meant after he tells me all about his trip and the conference. He received some thoughtful e-mails on his last post and even packed one in his suitcase to take with him. He said it was material for reflection, so keep them coming. I must admit, I didn't think that you, his adoring and unworthy fans, had it in you to effect that kind of response from him. Keep sending those e-mails. He enjoys reading them quite a bit.

Aloofly,
Stick-Paul's manager.

Poetry Installment #3

Good Day,

Stick-Paul has made arrangements for a trip to Bethlehem based on your votes in the most recent poll. He'll be going early next week. I will be sure to bring you, his adoring and unworthy fans, up to date on the going-ons at the conference when he returns to tell me about it.

In the mean time I've collected a couple more of Stick-Paul's poems for you to enjoy.

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Winter takes my will,
no refuge,
no repose,
no warming light of reason,
can guide my hands to hearth.

Fevered thoughts are mine,
to stifle,
to bind,
to take what's left of that hope,
that kept me warm 'til now.

Desperate they clung,
my visions,
my dreams,
my thoughts to the warmth once held,
that no more they possess.

Phantasms all they were,
no substance,
no truth,
no tangeable existence,
on which my head to rest.

Where hides the light I miss,
of virtue,
of reason,
of blessedness that asset,
in which I sought comfort.

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little one
delicate you are
gentle and kind
faithful and true

why do you cry
little one
why do you weep
there is no danger here

the night is dark
this is true
but the morning will come
it always does

little one
beautiful you are
tender and sweet
beyond reproach

smile for me
little one
show me your face
grace by your glance

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I found these in two separate volumes, but I think they go well together; the first with its seeming dispair, and the second with its consolation. They are open to several possible paths of interpretation, though I think that the message remains fairly constant regardless of how and to what the characters and situations contained in them are applied.

Keep sending e-mails. Stick-Paul reads them and appreciates the feedback. Not many people in the poetic community will comment honestly on another artist's work, so he enjoys even your most feeble attempt at criticism. He has much more patience than I do.

Aloofly,
Stick-Paul's manager.