Greetings and salutations.
For the curious, “greetings” – to make welcome, and “salutations” – a form of respect similar to a bow or a salute.
(A small note: this page, like this site, is a work in progress)
When building this page, I found myself with a few questions to consider. These questions, roughly outlined, are those listed below.
- What is the overall purpose of this page? To provide an introduction to who the author is, or provide a view into the authors thought processes?
- Answer – introduction to both, who the author is, and a little background on what goes on in the authors mind.
- What form will it take? Will it be written in the form of a casual letter to the reader? Or just a list of bits of the authors life, provided in chronological order, help create this biographical fragment?
- Answer – I went with casual letter. I am considering adding the ability for the reader to select their preferred option(s) at some time later.
- Keep the document simple and straightforward, or wander down the nerd path and see if Alice will be able to follow along?
- Answer – A little of both.
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In answering to the first question, “What is the overall purpose of this page”, we find that the answer is already becoming complicated. This page will not only be required to introduce the author, aka – provide the who, but provide the what as well. Given that, the question started to cascade into what you find below.
Specific questions to address: Who is the author? Is he really all that different from the rest of humanity? Is he capable of category 4 IA calculations? Is he the only Cat 4 IA walking around this tiny globe, or will you find more? Why is he able to solve problems that, for others, seem impossible to solve? And perhaps most importantly, is it all hype, or is it real.
For a better description of type 4 IA the glossary will be one of your best resources. To provide a short version here however, IA is “Intelligence Architecture”, and type 4 is just above genius and just below the top IA that has been calculated at the time of the writing of this document.
The questions just above are all good questions. And yes, they are just the start of what will likely become, a very large list.
To begin to form an answer these questions, and as an initial introduction, let me provide you with, if you will, a small picture from my childhood. While this picture is composed of words, it should provide an image that will gain resolution as this introduction progresses.
This entries age marker: Early childhood
When did it all begin? November 15, 1959. 12 pounds on the nose.
Here I would like to give a sincere apology to my poor mother. For my mother, who stood only 5′ 2”, my childbirth was a less than kind introduction to her new child. A simple “greetings and salutations” would have been a welcome alternative I am sure, had it been an option.
So, here it is.
Dear mother, I do offer here my sincere and heartfelt apology, not only for my 12-pound entry into this world, but for all those events that hastened the advent of grey hairs on your beloved head as well.
Sincerely,
Your loving son.
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We have just covered the part the of my history that my mother quite probably remembers far more clearly than she would like. But what of my beginnings do I remember. In my memories of it, the beginning came when both my thoughts and intellectual process were taking form. I can still remember some of the things I saw, heard, and felt, as well as physical warmth from, and curiosity about, the world around me from as young as about 3 months of age. At that age I lived in a world full of friendly giants and things of wonder.
Everything from the dust that swirled in the sunlight to time itself held a fascination for me. The limits of my own intelligence did however concern me. How much could my brain hold? How long would it take to learn what was already known. Why was there so much to know that humanity was still unfamiliar with? These, and many more fundamental questions were constantly swirling in my mind during both waking and sleeping hours.
Yet how did this child appear to others? For them, the advent of speach may have been the herald of the stark differences between a mother’s son, my mother’s son in this specific case, and other children. It was a strange and sometimes frighteningly different child my mother had been gifted. The many differences between this child and all the other happily normal children began to stand out?
No, not frightening in the Hannibal Lector sort of way. More in the, wow, aliens have left us a changeling and the universe is talking to it, frightening sort of way.
I was young by any standards I would think, when people began to discover that I was, as my teachers later often informed me, not like the other kids. I found in addition that my presence seemed to make people uncomfortable. I had the habit of staring at what appeared to those around me took for empty space for hours. When people would ask what I was doing, telling them I was staring into my mind did not help. 😉 Letting people know that I found comfort looking into the heart of endless temporal phenomena, forever in layman’s terms, was probably not the best idea either.
So, to pin down an actual age where these differences became problematic, I would have to say it was when I was about 2 and a half years old. That was when I started asking my parents questions.
What kind of questions you ask? I will tell you but, know first that the nature of these questions seemed to concern my parents. These questions were, to my young mind, important basic questions about the founding structures of life. Examples you ask. Ahh yes. Remember please, you did ask. And down the rabbit hole we go, led by a 2-and-a-half-year-old child. Is time just an idea, or is it real? Why is time broken? How many dimensions are there, and what are dimensions made out of? How much can my brain hold before it gets full? If my brain gets full while I’m crossing the street, will I be stuck in the road, or can I play back steps I’ve taken before and get out of the street. You know, the basic stuff that defines life.
And remember, this is only a small fragment, presented for illustration purposes, of the questions I subjected my poor and yet still wonderful parents to.
The answers I received were, as you might expect, less than tremendously helpful. From my mother I quickly became familiar with the response, “I’m sorry honey. I don’t know.”. From my father, a quiet, thoughtful look, followed by a humorous response that was at least in some way related to the question I had asked quickly became the accepted norm. His answers did at least give me the feeling that he was trying to address the questions I presented to him. I appreciated that.
Gradually, over the period of about a year, I became aware of a sadness that appeared in my parent’s eyes when I asked them questions. It would spread to their faces and then slow their steps as they walked away. I was sorry to cause them this sadness.
In the fall of 1964, just a month or so before I turned 4, I had a question I wanted to ask. I saw my mother walking down the hallway into the living room. I said Mom. She stopped and looked up. As was my habit when I had a question of this type I took a deep breath while I translated what I was thinking about into words. As I took this breath, I saw a look of horror and deep sadness come to her face. In a measurable instant, I recognized this as the progressive response to my questions. I love my mother. Making her sad was not on my list of things to do. I reflected that there was, statistically, no upside to my questions. The answers to these questions never provided useful information. A solution to my mother’s horror and sadness presented itself to me in an instant. I walked over to her, hugged her around her knees, looked up into her face and said, I love you! She beamed and walked into the kitchen singing. She was happy the rest of the day. I never asked my parent’s one of my questions again.
As a small but important additional note: I found the responses from my 1st grade teacher to be even less than useful, aside from it giving me my first conceptual encounter with negative numbers. From there on I began to observe my teachers. Over the years I would occasionally ask them a test question here and there. The results were consistent in the degree to which the information I received was useful. Many of my teachers were wonderful people who truly wished to be helpful. That was honestly of some consolation.
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The above is provided only to illustrate that my mind works differently from those around me. And perhaps a bit why I have not involved others with, or in the pursuit of, finding answers to my questions. If it makes you feel any better, I did manage to calculate the answers to all of my questions, though some of these answers took years.
I am still working on dimensional and temporal mechanics, but things look quite promising.
And yes, time is real! 🙂
So, in closing, if you think that I can’t really have solved the problems that I have listed on this site, you are simply one of the many whom I should not ask for answers to my questions. Don’t feel bad about this. You have things I do not. You have a world full of company that I will never have. And company is an amazing thing. Please do not underestimate its value. A life without the company of others who are much like yourself, is an enlightenment best passed on.
The questions I have solved here are the little ones. I mention this so that you may know that the solutions I have created for the problems listed on this site are simple, and stable. They work.
No, simple questions do not leave me bored. I do have large questions to keep my mind occupied. And what are these large questions? Thank you for your kindness and interest, but you really don’t want to know. Take my word for it. Knowing about these questions would, without the slightest exaggeration, actually break your mind.
Don’t worry. That is also, not on my list of things to do.
Now, perhaps the most important notes on this website:
Genius, and the forms of intelligence beyond genius exist. They will develop things that are beyond the ability of most people to understand.
This is ok. Remember always, you don’t have to understand the answers for those answers to be right, or to enjoy the gifts those answers bring to the world(s).
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This site lists some fairly amazing things. Discovering the viability of these things is not an arduous task. But passing on doing so, and then finding out later that they all, each and every one, worked; that is a tragedy humanity can ill afford.
The critical considerations when looking at the things listed on this site are simple, but very important:
- What is the cost of finding out?
- What is the cost of not finding out?
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Thank you
Sincerely,
The Anomaly
PS When I sign these pages as “The Anomaly” the signature is a nod to a what, not a simplified who. It is a reminder that you may find things here you will find nowhere else in the world. Don’t lose them. They make our world better!
PPS Yes, “The Anomaly” is a what, not just a who. 😉
