The World in Science

Our world is complicated.  But at the same time really very simple.  It depends which view you choose to accept for yourself.

To illustrate how simple it can be I point to a famous children’s book written by Dr. Suess, Horton Hears a Who.  (Random House, 1954.)

In this book Horton heard a faint cry and discovered to his amazement that there was another world, perhaps even another universe, very similar to his own, but miniature in size and in fact totally existing in such a minute thing as a dust particle in Horton’s world.  Imagine something as grand as our universe existing inside of something as small as that!  But what of the dust particles in the Who’s world?  Might their dust particles be carrying even tinier worlds?  And on and on?

The smallest thing in existence that we know about is the atom.  That’s tricky, though.  Nobody has ever seen an atom.  Not even with the most powerful microscope.  But we theorize that atoms exist because we can prove mathematically how they interact with each other.  We certainly believe they are comprised of a nucleus and small bodies orbiting around that nucleus.  And we believe the outermost orbiting bodies of one atom can or can not interact with the outer orbiting bodies of another atom depending on how many orbiting bodies are in each outer orbit.  Sounds like a tongue twister if you read that out loud.

That’s confusing to read.  Here’s an easier way to look at an atom.  Our solar system has a nucleus, the Sun, and it has orbiting bodies that float around the center (the planets.  -I believe more planets than we are aware of, but that’s another story.)  So the atom is like a solar system, with a great powerful center and little bodies floating around it.  And that is all an atom is.  Exactly like a solar system.

Let’s say our outermost planet, Neptune, stays in orbit around the sun because of gravity.  But suppose we have a neighboring solar system that also has a nucleus star at it’s center and that Neptune will be “gravitationally” attracted to that star also – at least as it passes through that part of the other star’s orbit.  And that explains how two atoms form bonds together to form molecules.  Molecules are just 2 or more atoms that are bonded together through those orbiting bodies.

But wait!  We glossed over one very important fact!   The atom is exactly the same structure as our solar system!  Can you hear angels singing right now?  And molecules are exactly the same structure as our galaxies….  And if that doesn’t ring a bell then think of Horton and Whoville.  Inside this huge expansive universe and solar system is our very own little Whoville, miniaturized into the smallest thing we know of – the Atom.  Of course we suspect there are smaller things in existence, like protons and neutrons that make up the atom’s nucleus and electrons that are the orbiting bodies of the atom.   And to further the breakdown each proton, neutron, and electron are thought to be comprised of two or more smaller things called quarks.  But for now the smallest thing we for certain know exists is the atom.

So when I say the world is simple – that is what I mean.  From the very smallest structure – the atom – to the very largest -solar systems and the universe – it carries the same exact structure.  And it may not seem important at the moment but someday when we come to realize this similarity we, as humans, will conquer the universe.  By studying smaller things in which we have great abundance we will better be able to understand things so far away that we could never reach them in a hundred lifetimes.  In fact, intergalactic travel itself will become possible through a better understanding of this very simple orbiting structure.

How do you see the world?  Complicated, or simple?  If you believe everything about science that you’ve ever been told – then you have a complicated view because it examines every little piece of the world separately.  If you question everything and suspect it might be different than what the consensus believes, then you have a simple view like me.  Everything, everything, everything is relative to everything.

I went through all of that to drop this bombshell:

Gravity does not exist.  By that I mean gravity does not exist as its own isolated science, though many people are convinced it does.  They sometimes actually get angry when you tell them it doesn’t.

What do we normally attribute to gravity?  The apple falls from the tree to the ground.  The earth “gravitates” in orbit around the sun.  A distant star will be at the same location at a precise time given by mathematical equations of gravity.   We can actually predict, quite reliably in fact,  the exact path or orbit of a passing meteor by using what we have found about gravity.  So I understand why people have become so attached, or should I say “attracted” to the idea of gravity.

The word “gravity” is really just a place-card-holder for a phenomenon that we can witness in action.  A very long time ago someone described this phenomenon and gave it the moniker “gravity.”  Newton perfected it and to date no one has been able to dispute his findings mathematically.  (Not entirely true as rules are gravity are broken by some things, like Einstein’s Theory of relativity or other galaxies that are expanding- but that is a way different story.)  For the most part the rules of gravity apply to everything we know around us.

The entire theory of gravity though is as exactly hypothetical as the atom, because we have never seen it.  What we do kn0w about gravity is that somehow one object is magically drawn to another object.  The apple is drawn to the ground.  Why?  We understand the mechanics of the attraction.  We know how fast the apple will fall per second.  We can calculate how long it would take for the apple to fall a mile.  We can calculate the “attraction” of one body mass to another body mass such as planets or solar systems.  But that defines what gravity does.  It doesn’t define what it is or what causes it.  So people who hold onto the idea of “Gravity” are holding onto to something we truly can not even define.  Even the most intelligent scientists are coming up with theories that involve fictitious moving particles called “gravitons” that have a pulling attraction and can travel through just about anything, gas, liquid, or solid.  Let it go guys.

Can anyone tell me please me why we as a people are willing to hold onto something at all cost’s to avoid seeing the obvious?  Do you know of any particles or waves that can travel from the center of the earth and then through the earth, atmosphere and space, and as far out as the moon to attract it enough to hold it in orbit?  Magnetic waves, maybe?  There is no known substance that magnetic waves can not travel through.  It cannot be blocked by iron.  It can not be blocked by steel.  And guess what?  We can see magnets.  We know they exist.  They’re not just a theory.

We really need to set aside the abc’s of gravity that we learned in grade school.  And you know what?  George Washington never chopped down a cherry tree.  Gravity is nothing more than a place-card holder for a group of magnetic phenomenon that we observed.  Future scientists are going to think we are idiots for not recognizing that notion just as we think that our flat-earth ancestors were probably mouth-breathers too.

Gravity is not a force of its own.  It is merely observations of magnetism…..  You heard it here first.

 

 

 

 

 

 


My Reason to Breathe

Lo my heart be still,
tho should shiver still,
that words as these -
mere fallen leaves -
upon your altar,
so Heav’nly…..

That I, mere shapen soil,
true now but love spoiled,
that her tenderness graces me -
her presence replaces me
into the man
I need to be.

And I pray, dear lover,
that nary time, nor any other
could touch my heart as you.

Oh lord Eros, bless this time
with her ever frozen in my mind,
that her soft lips,
and sweet tenderness,
forever be mine…..

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© 2014 John Allen Richter


Dandelion Grave

Other cities,
other places.
With passing streets, all in rows,
with names that rhyme in my little prose.
Shadows fall on the sidewalks
in cities I should have been.
Cities that have always been.
But never there.
never where
they should be.

Houses all in a row
swallowed by the same grass.
Some cut shorter than others.
Some with stripes that say
“Look at my yard,
how happy and merry
we look today.”
But really only to say
the sloth next door
is not as good as I.
All that effort nigh,
for only to die.

And then what will the shadows say?
There lays he of pretty lawn.
A man of greenery -
but no dandelions.
Never a dandelion
in his world of stripes.
How masterful was he?

Well la dee dah….
You’ve spent your life in a world of
“who gives a fuck.”
Congratulations Stripe Man,
man of city I never knew.
Man of places
that were never really true.
and nobody cares
that your grave is covered
in dandelions.
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© 2014 John Allen Richter


Growing Up Fast

I was once about an inch away from shooting a dude in the back of his head. It wasn’t like a “maybe” moment, or like “Can I really kill a dude?” moment. I was already past all that and fully prepared to pull the trigger. This was already an absolute deal that was just about to happen when I was stopped by two cop cars screaming around the corner with their lights and sirens on. I was 14 years old.

I don’t know if any of you had a crazy friend growing up. But I did. And I always thought Charlie was kind of a harmless crazy. But make no mistake about it, he was fucking crazy. And I think that I owe a lot of my attitude to guys like him. During my life I’ve been shot at, followed by cartels, threatened in every way imaginable, and yet the only impulse I have when these things happen is to get pissed off. I don’t get frightened or become “seeing red” angry. In fact I can very calmly and pretty quickly devise a way to bring immediate discomfort, and even death, to the person threatening me. It has served me pretty well through the years and I owe a big debt of gratitude to guys like Charlie for that.

I met Charlie at our Jr. High school in the 9th grade. I instantly knew he was going to be fun to hang around with because the first day I met him we left school and ditched the rest of the day. We did a lot of things together. We got our first real jobs at the same time about a block away from each other. One night he showed up after work with a bottle of Southern Comfort and we spent the whole night with his neighbors getting shit faced.

It was the summer between the 9th and 10th grades. Charlie’s family had bought a home about a mile from my house on the south side. So I used to walk over to his place occasionally just to shoot the crap. So one day Charlie answers the door with his eyes bugging out and his carotid artery going about 100 miles per minute. I was like “What to hell are you doing Charlie?” He says “We gotta get back down to the basement.” So he rushes downstairs and I’m right on his heels because I’m thinking he might have a wild raccoon or some other animal trapped in a corner down there.

Now Charlie’s dad finished that basement pretty nice. It had a huge screen for movies. Back then there was no VCR’s or big screen TV’s. The true movie lover would rent movies on a 8mm projector. And that’s what they had set up down there.

So the first thing I see is a neighbor girl of his who is handcuffed to the support pole in the middle of the basement. She has duct tape over her mouth. And her eyes are bugging out too. I look over at the screen and there is probably the raunchiest porn movie I have ever seen in my life playing on the screen. At this point my sensory patterns were a bit overloaded. The only words I could muster together is “What in the fuck are you doing?”

Now Charlie starts shaking his head and says “No, no you got it all wrong. She likes it. This is a game we play all the time.” Now if you could have seen that girls eye’s you would agree that if she could she would be screaming “Help me PLEASE.” And since she still had her clothes on I’m assuming Charlie had gone off the deep fucking end. I spent ten minutes to finally convince Charlie to let her go. When she got free she hit that back door like a streak and she was gone man.

That was my friend Charlie.

It was a few weeks before that little episode when another “Charlie incident” occurred. Again I’m knocking on Charlie’s door again and he answers completely out of breath. He reaches out, pulls me by the shirt collar into his house, and immediately slams the door shut. He locks like three dead bolts on the door and then sticks a chair under the handle. And he says, “Man, it’s a little dangerous to be out there right now.” Now you have to understand that the reason I love Charlie is that he is constantly saying shit like that. It’s like living in a fucking sit-com…

And again, I say “Charlie what to fuck are you doing?” So he pulls me into the living room. Now at this point it’s important for you to know that Charlie’s dad is an avid gun collector and aficionado. And per happenstance Charlie’s dad was not home at the moment. His gun collection, however, was home. In fact Charlie had them all loaded, cocked and locked and spread out over the entire living room. There was like 6 shotguns on the sofa, another 12 rifles lined up on the wall by the window, and about 15 handguns on the love seat. Of course seeing all this was begging the question to be repeated: “Charlie, what to fuck are you doing.”

Charlie’s response was pretty much gibberish at this point because I’m pretty sure he was having a stroke. But I managed to hear the word’s “Ray Alsop” in there somewhere. Now I knew who Alsop was, but I was surprised that Charlie did. Alsop was 20 in my sophomore year and I would see him parked at the school often. I always suspected that he was selling dope to the kids but don’t know that for sure. I just couldn’t figure out why else a 20 year old drop out would be hanging around the school. And Charlie didn’t do drugs.

After Charlie calmed down enough to explain I learned that Alsop had been calling him all day threatening to come over and to kill Charlie. Now I knew Alsop to be a thug, but this was even a bit much for me to believe. But just then the phone rang and Charlie started convulsing like he was shitting his pants. “That’s him! That’s him. I know that’s him.”

So I said “Charlie, just wait a minute.” I picked up the phone and said “Hello.” The other end says “Who to fuck is this.” So I said “This is john Richter. Who to fuck are you?” And the other end goes “Oh, your a smart ass. Do you want me to come over there and fuck you like I’m going to fuck your buddy?” So I said, “Yes. In fact I was just telling Charlie that I wish some dickhead would come over here and fuck me.” After that it was mostly just expletives coming from the other end. I don’t know if he was finished with his rant when I just “Fuck you asshole” and hung up.

But it convinced me Charlie was telling the truth. I don’t know to this day what Charlie did to piss Alsop off, and I still don’t want to know. Anyway I get on the horn and have my other buddy Jay come over because this is going to get interesting. Jay shows up, Charlie pulls him by the shirt, locks the door, etc., etc…

Jay walked into the living room and immediately says “Richter, what to fuck are you doing.” So I’m like, “Yeah. I know man. That’s what I said.”

So after about an hour nothing happened and I’ve got about $12 of paper route money burning a hole in my pocket. So Jay and I are going to walk down to the corner store to get some chips or something. Before I left Charlie dropped a little 2-shot Derringer in my coat pocket and said you might need this. I pulled it out and looked at it and it was no tiny gun. It looked like a .45 to me.

So Jay and I started walking down to the corner store. Unbeknownst to us Alsop was parked about two blocks away waiting for me to leave Charlies house. Alsop gunned it and screeched to a stop right in front of us. It happened so fast it kind of took me off guard for a second. But I looked and could clearly see Alsop behind the wheel and a burnt out pot head sitting in the passenger seat. Jay and I turn to run back to Charlie’s house. Now Jay was a sprinter so I will never know why he let me take the lead. The problem with that is that all those row houses look alike to me. So idiot me runs up to the wrong house and Alsop and company had us trapped. He pulls out a knife and says “You’re the little smart ass, huh?” He holds the knife to my chest while he reaches around and takes my wallet of my back pocket. Thank God he didn’t check my coat pocket.

Long story short Alsop forces us into the back seat of his car. One of them told us they were going to take us to a field and fuck us and then kill us. That was enough for me. So Alsop pulls off, does a u-turn and starts driving away from Charlie’s house. During that time I convinced myself that I would not have a problem killing one of these guys in self defense. I didn’t want my buddy Jay to freak out when I popped a bullet into the passenger’s head, so I pulled the gun out of my jacket and showed it to him. Jay freaked out anyway but in a good way. I think he very quietly went into some kind of trance or something. My plan was to shoot the passenger and then put the gun on Alsop to force him to stop the car. I didn’t think there was anyway to control both of them with a two shot pistol.

I was literally extending my arm to place the gun on the back of the passenger’s head when two cop cars came rolling around the corner toward Alsop, lights and sirens blaring. That’s when I decided to put the gun back in my pocket. The cops stopped Alsop and pulled him and his pal out of the car. Then they got Jay and I out of the car. One of the cops told me that Charlie had called and told them that Jay and I were being robbed at knife point and then kidnapped. Can you imagine that?

So Jay, both assholes, and the two cops all go into Charlie’s house and I’m thinking “Oh no! They’re going to see all those guns.” This day was going pretty good for Charlie and I because he had the foresight to move all those guns before the cops came. But I’m still standing there with the Derringer in my pocket. Cops got our money back and took the assholes on outside. I so wanted to show that Derringer to Alsop and mouth the words “I was going to kill you.” But he surely would have told the cops that I had a gun.

The funny thing is that the cops, the two assholes, and my buddy Jay all thought that the cops saved US that day. Only Charlie and I knew that the cops saved Alsop and his asshole partner because I was going to kill them deader than shit.

It’s funny how we can go from a 14 year old fun-loving care-free kid one minute and into a man with no hestiation to kill another human being in the next minute.

A few years later I joined the Army and one of the big questions was “Do you think you would be able to kill another human being.” I acted like I had to think about that for a minute, but it was a no brainer.

 

 


Desert Storms

This poem refers to many things in our world today, but most notably the acts of terrorism that we have been subjected to.  To me there is nothing more sinister than the conglomerate hatred that must be in place before someone sets in motion a plan to kill or hurt other people.  I don’t understand that about man’s nature. 

On 9/11 I sat in my living room and through tears watched the towers in NYC fall.  The only thought on my mind that day and since is “why?”  Why did you terrorists do that?  What was your goal?  Did those 3,000+ people in the towers do something to harm you, or to disgrace you?  What was their sin that you felt their lives deserved to be taken for it?

I will only believe that you were  looking to shed blood for the sake of shedding blood.  That has no redeeming quality what so ever.  And so terrorists around the world should know that we, your victims, are part of man too, with the same instincts, the same desires as you.   Do not be surprised when we find you.

Desert Storms

The desert storm is not of cloud,
nor thunder, nor loud.
Its wall of sand comes
at speeds of yesterday into today.
My body only in its way
ripping flesh in the fray.
Kneeling now, nothing but bones scarred.
Resting amidst the charred tears of tomorrow..

What will lay the sand calm?
More than my bones can weep.
It will not cease
before the tears of us all
will fall……

Tearless, dusty bones can not cry.
Destined only to wonder why…
Will tomorrow bring
another storm………
But I no longer wonder
what tears feel…..
For they only burn my bones.
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© 2014 John Allen Richter


Dog Named Blue


I once had a dog named Blue
the best dog i ever knew
He’d chase a squirrel for you
and help you skin the damn thing too

Now ole Blue was always by my side
even after I took a wife.
He was a best faithful friend
he stayed right here til the end.

Now Blue he’s up in Heaven now,
chasing them rebbits fat as cows,
probably looking down here
with a grin from ear to ear.

Now some days I whistle for ole Blue,
not ’cause I think he’ll come runnin,
Just bangin on Heaven’s door,
Wishing he was never done in.

I once had a dog named Blue
the best dog I ever knew
He’d chase a squirrel for you
and help you skin the damn thing too

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© 2014 John Allen Richter


She Gone Now


When I look at my life ten years from now,
I can see my wife ten years from now,
Looking just as beautiful as she does today.

And I wonder Lord, if You meant it
when you gave me her every minute,
until the day that she passed away.

Can you tell me what to do Lord,
Is life just gonna go on
am I ever gonna finish this song
Why did you leave me Lord,
leave me all alone
with nothing but these mem’ries
of my baby?

They ain’t nothing in this world
made me happier than that girl,
on the day that she married me.

Lord I never said it enough,
and I need another chance
Can you just let me tell her
my love will always last?

Lord I don’t understand
why you took her away,
I just want her to know
my love is here to stay.

Can you tell me what to do Lord,
Is life just gonna go on
am I ever gonna finish this song
Why did you leave me Lord,
leave me all alone
with nothing but these mem’ries
of my baby?

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© 2014 John Allen Richter


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