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Tuesday, October 06, 2009 

Current mood:  adventurous
Category: Life

Followers of Quantum science and Dr.Werner Heisenbergs uncertainty principle have taken a great interest in what they describe as, the Stile13 phenomena. Their brand of science, by its very intangibility, makes the things they profess very hard to actually quantify. Indeed scholars from the mainstream sciences enjoy nothing more than to have a laugh at the expense of Dr. Heisenberg’s pupils. Jokes such as “How do you know your dealing with the quantum physics mafia…they make you an offer you cant understand” cause great hilarity in scientist’s canteens the world over. 

The quantum assertion that our reality is based upon our own individual perception of the world around us, and that anything can be any place in space and time, makes its theories next to impossible to prove. The discovery of “The Gateway”, as they call it, has given them a solid although elusive subject to study. They see “The Gateway” as their community’s new missing link, the bridge that could one day join up all the sciences.

However mainstream scientists have been reluctant to acknowledge the existence of Stile13. There have been a few exceptions to this rule, and a few have claimed to have not only found Stile13 but have actually passed through it. The ironic thing is that, without exception, these Men and Women showed no interest in proving their claims and all left their places in the world of academia and went on to make radical lifestyle changes. They now fill their days with diverse and colourful activities and random acts of childishness. As one ex professor put it from his new home in The Greek Islands, I used to be a questioner but I’m alright now.

Another new phenomenon associated with The Stile is the amount of new sects, some religious some not so religious, that have sprung up since the start of what has become know as ‘the great Passing through’. Most, if not all of the members of these sects have yet to have their own personal passing through experience, in fact it’s suspected that anyone who had actually passed through The Stile would not be bothered becoming a member of a sect.

Some of these groups can be seen roaming the countryside at weekends looking for anything that remotely resembles a stile. This has caused consternation among some farmers who object to what they describe as ‘Those Stile13 weirdo’s invading our land and chanting their cow frightening songs’.

Other groups frequent sports stadiums and concert venues, often buying many tickets and going in and out of the gates of the venue several times in the hopes that they happen upon the proper or real Stile13. This has had the effect of bolstering many of the lesser-known sports and several musical groups, including one called Stile13, that have gone on to attract a following from among these searchers. Some of the less ethical stadium owners have been rumoured to have added extra gateways to their stadiums with several of them bearing the stile13 logo above them. Their claims that they are only responding to a demand from their customers are currently being investigated.

 The amount of sports and music fans among the quantum physics community has also apparently risen substantially. This is not only a good thing for the health and social life of the scientists but also perhaps proves that the gap between religion and science is not that far apart after all and could perhaps be bridged by the eventual discovery of Stile13???

 

Tuesday, July 28, 2009 

Current mood:  contemplative
Category: Life
Stile 13 was the one at the end of the line. It was situated around a slight bend and didn't get nearly as much attention as the other stiles. Whenever there was a big event such as a match or concert, the organisers invariably directed the crowds to use stiles 1 to 12. Whether it was just obedience or perhaps bad eyesight that made the crowds comply with these instructions, well, it's hard to tell. Suffice to say, it was used very rarely.

Since the now widely reported discovery of stile 13, some people have speculated that this camouflaging was deliberate, and even more enthralling was the theory that Stile 13 itself contributed in some way to the deception. Could it be that this little used gateway was in some way sentient or perhaps, as some people suggest, it was a wormhole to a different dimension or a parallel universe.

The answers to these intriguing questions may never be known. People, who have been lucky enough to find, and then pass through Stile 13, never look at the world in quite the same way again. However, they are all in agreement that their lives were irrevocably changed by their experience. Colours seemed more vibrant, the air seemed fresher, people seemed friendlier and more thoughtful, noises seemed noisier and things even tasted, well, tastier.

Even those who have not yet found or passed through it seem affected, in a missing out on, or lost something kind of way. It's not unusual to hear people say "Where Were You when you first heard about Stile 13?” and yet, how does one prove the difference in one's life since, as one person described it, 'the great passing through'? How does one quantify something as ethereal and enigmatic as the experience and legacy that one is left with post Stile 13? Are we in a parallel universe or a different dimension? Is everything just that little bit different here???
Friday, June 12, 2009 

Current mood:  awake
Category: Music
Hey guys...a few of you have asked for the lyrics of The Evangelist so here they are... Hope they make sense for you ...Ger


The Evangelist

Come to me in the dead of night and you’re wound up tight and you tell me what it’s all about
You say you’re in the with-it set, that you’re hail well met but there’s things that you could do without
You’re laughing all hysterical it’s a miracle you ever stay within your skin
Whether working for the front row seats or the city streets performance ready to begin
 
Does this seem like a democracy or a fallacy, these are questions put to me by you
Are we living in anxiety or do you feel free to do the things that you want to do
You tell me where I’m going wrong, ask if I feel strong
Enough to swim against the scene
As we navigate the day ahead are we live or dead or somewhere missing in between
 
You’re the evangelist,
Tending your flock,
The judge and the jury sit,
I’m in the dock,
Is this reality,
Or is it a game,
Is everything different
 Or is it the same
 
You’re well informed you say it will be okay if I follow like you tell me to
You’ll point the way for me so that I can see things better from your point of view
Saying I should have no fear that the time is near to pin your colours to the wall
Constantly we turn our face but should we embrace the pride that comes before the fall
 
You’re the evangelist,
Tending your flock,
The judge and the jury sit,
I’m in the dock,
Is this reality,
Or is it a game,
Is everything different
 Or is it the same
 
 Come to me in the dead of night and you’re wound up tight and you tell me what it’s all about