zodiac2 Jul 2004

"In a time/space continuum, time does flow freely at its
outer limits as there exists nothing to impede its flow" is wrong. And it's essentially saying, 'Time is not impeded unless there is something to impede it', which is doubly silly. And that's not what you're saying in the poem.

"Time is being created, not in a conventional sense but
in accordance with quantum theory and a four dimensional
time/space" is a bunch of big words you have no idea about. You don't know what quantum theory has to do with time (hint: practically nil); you just thought you could talk enough science to scare me off. Without that buncombe bit about "quantum theory", you're essentially saying, 'Time is created along the principles of time-space'. Congratulations! Why do you think it's called time-space? COULD IT BECAUSE BECAUSE TIME EXISTS (IS POSSIBLY 'CREATED') AND INTERACTS WITH SPACE IN IT?? YES!!!

"Light is indeed impeded by gravity and other
things such as mass but that is not what is happening as
time becomes extant" is similarly wrong. That's exactly what happens to time (cf. Theories of Relativity 1:1).

Re: "(yes, they do cause craters to form but on the waters surface, not on a flower.)" - you have no basis for saying that, except that it sounds cool and semi-scientific and you don't imagine anyone has the cojones to call you on it. Think again, buster.

"exploding stars creating reycled stardust" is essentially the same thing as saying, 'Empty aluminum cans creating recycled aluminum'. If you can't see why that's silly, please check yourself before you wreck yourself.

Please don't tell me what an oxymoron is. I didn't attend 7 years of Accredited Poetry School for nothing. Being slightly drunk now, I can't recall exactly why I said "random destination" is an enormous contradiction, though I imagine it must have been because the word destination in itself connotes some sort of determination, which is the opposite of random, or because I was talking out of my ass. Obviously, I can spin a globe and decide that wherever my finger randomly lands on it will be my destination, but that's not what you've said in your poem, anyway. So: buncombe.

4) You don't know what superstrings are. Or, I daresay, dimensions.

5) "Bizarre concepts beyond reason, when reality becomes fantasy" is too gufftuous to bother with disembow'ling. At any rate, "reality" (or "what is real") is, by definition, anything which is in the universe. It's entirely different from "fantasy", not at all "beyond reason", and you're just ass-talking to the Nth degree. The only people "unsure" of the difference between fantasy and reality, I'm afraid, are monstrously deformed clods.

6, 7, & 8) Etc., etc., etc.