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sarxweh
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In college I was fortunate enough to have the work study assignment of setting up and breaking down science lab. Typically my duties were "after hours", which meant whether it was very early in the morning or late in the afternoon, I was alone in a barren wasteland of instruments, slime, and scary building sounds. And being so uncomforted by the ill company of the preserved and lifeless specimen surrounding me in darkened hallways of such philosophically ironic posters as "What Aether is not...", I considered my state and asked an important question:
"What exactly am I doing here?"
Which turned my attention to the monotonous brigade of redundantly stacked identical plastic buckets before me in the upright shower known as the "bucket wash".
I stacked them perfectly, I assure you. I washed and dried and though the surface was level (I assumed), the more I stacked, because the buckets had been "manufactured" (by the same machine, I assumed), each bucket had the least amount of variation which allowed for some sway (in a stack of a hundred buckets, or 25 feet roughly - they stood up till they fell over...).
Then I thought to myself of other things such as the top of a door jamb, or a steel I-beam, or even a laser beam of ultraviolet light, etc. I wondered if regardless of length, supposing I had a limitless number of the same object, or an unlimited power source to project something like a laser across the universe, could I ever, even with a perfect material achieve something as theoretically perfect as "a straight line".
My own conclusion was no. There is no such thing as a straight line in our universe. The straight line is purely theoretical, or hypothetical in nature.
But obviously, somehow, the straight line does exist, since I was using it as my comparative paradigm for all the things I could imagine experiencing.
But you tell me, is there such a thing as a straight line?
"What exactly am I doing here?"
Which turned my attention to the monotonous brigade of redundantly stacked identical plastic buckets before me in the upright shower known as the "bucket wash".
I stacked them perfectly, I assure you. I washed and dried and though the surface was level (I assumed), the more I stacked, because the buckets had been "manufactured" (by the same machine, I assumed), each bucket had the least amount of variation which allowed for some sway (in a stack of a hundred buckets, or 25 feet roughly - they stood up till they fell over...).
Then I thought to myself of other things such as the top of a door jamb, or a steel I-beam, or even a laser beam of ultraviolet light, etc. I wondered if regardless of length, supposing I had a limitless number of the same object, or an unlimited power source to project something like a laser across the universe, could I ever, even with a perfect material achieve something as theoretically perfect as "a straight line".
My own conclusion was no. There is no such thing as a straight line in our universe. The straight line is purely theoretical, or hypothetical in nature.
But obviously, somehow, the straight line does exist, since I was using it as my comparative paradigm for all the things I could imagine experiencing.
But you tell me, is there such a thing as a straight line?