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## Why is an advanced theory of energy needed?

Energy is central to our existence. And nothing happens or exists in nature without energy. And the more we know about energy, the more we are able to produce efficiently the things that sustain life and allow us to flourish in the world.

Central Equation: Work = Mass + Energy (environmental energy).

Our universe is a working universe (nature) that is generally described by that equation. And mass could be an elementary particle, a person, a planet, a star, or a galaxy, or whatever. Mass may be stable or unstable. Moreover, mass has self-energy (internal energy) that may change over time and over space (via causes and conditions).

What matters is that mass interacts with its environment. And that interaction is work. All matter-energy interactions give raise to forces and cause change or cause resistance to change. Moreover, the environmental energy may be focused energy directed at a given mass (i.e. sun light absorbed or reflected by planet Earth)…

Our goal of advancing the theory of energy is to explore our central equation with our current knowledge of classical and quantum physics, theory of relativity, and mathematics, etc. And hopefully, we will develop better mathematical models of energy and solve critical problems in physics…

“Life is a gift, and if you don’t appreciate it, no one else will. Make it count. Amen!”

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## “Let America Be America Again.”

“Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!”

Langston Hughes – 1902-1967.

## “The Return of the Native”

Kwesi Brew

“(To My Dearest Sister, Dr. Maya Angelou)

There are dungeons in the Cape Coast Castle

Now without their cast-iron gates

Where, all the evil spirits of slavers, pirates,

And buccaneers,

Under the frowning vigilance

Of Nana Tabir, the first of equals among the tutelar gods.

Seventy-seven, of this ancient town of Efutu;

There in dank misery condemned to be

Unsunned

For the period of their lives

And the lives of generations after them and those after them

Till the end of time; judged and condemned

Their souls are coffined in the bodies of the bats,

Whose eyes burn like smoldering coals but see nothing

And they languish as bats in the hole.

Where they can hear the hissing and booing of the rollers

Of the Atlantic Sea

But sail on it no more; No passage for the wicked, says the

Sea.

There in the dungeon they stagnate.

In the worm-infested turpitude of their crimes;

And the worms multiply by leaps and years;

And tadpoles scorn the pollution of the puddle.

Only the mosquito, guerrilla of days,

Immerse its larvae hanging them aslant in the water

With their proboscis drawing pure air of life

To gain life to destroy life of intruders:

Thus our land was saved.

Not for them any more the cool comfort of the crescent

Smile of the moon as it glides across the silvery expanse

Of the heavens.

Beaming its cubby matronly approval on pale nights

Upon the maidens playing ampe, lithe flicks of black legs

In the lucency of happy and open hours, full of song.

And cheered by cracking reports of clapping hands:

II

Not for them the leisurely sight of old men,

Scions of the blind days drowning the shame

Bequeathed to them by our forebears

As our share of the burden

In endless games of oware:

The pebbles, they drop by tally pensively into the holes

As men descending into the murk of graves,

Are moistened by remorse.

III

How can we explain should they want to know

What crimes, what new crimes, they committed to bring on

themselves

This punishment heavier and more damning

Than the wages of sin:

What if the cruel yoke had broken bone and soul

And none had lived to tell the tale.

But there are no hard thoughts here as blood flows

into blood.

Where two minds meet in soft sessions of harmony

Peace is born, love, and joy.

For if the happenings of the past

Could be unraveled by the mind of man

we would all be God;

One seed of maize would not be planted to rot

For us to take a cob grinning with

Four hundred and twenty seeds at harvest;

And Joseph would not have been the ruler of Egypt

In the time of famine

To feed father and the brothers who sold him into bondage

And glory.

IV

Today those who made the grim passage

Now with sandaled feet, heads sparkling

With gold-studded fillets; aggrey heads on their wrists;

Clothed in the splendour of their indomitable spirit;

Our kinsmen, have crossed the threshold,

Drank the water of welcome and are seated

On their stools of precious wood

Telling their story

In the compounds of their ancestral homes.

V

The children of Adam have come to see their kinsmen:

Like the great heavens of African evenings

The shade of the doorways are peopled

With bright and shining curiosity:

The children are whispering their regrets

For five hundred years is a long time to be gone.

VI

The gold rings, the outdooring gift of belonging,

They held in the palm of the hands,

Their fingers are too gnarled and knotted

By beast labour for painless decoration.

VII

Now are we free

Being sons and daughters of God;

Free people with one destiny.

VIII

Wrapped in the fearless colors

Of our kente, the pride of our loom

Here we stand,

United in heart in mind and in blood

And none so bold,

None daring–and none dares,

To make slaves of us again!”

Kwesi Brew (1928 – 2007).

“So-called African Americans should return asap to their ancestral home, Africa, if they are so fortunate.

Racist and hostile USA will continue to exploit you (so-called African Americans), divide you, destroy you, or treat you as unworthy.

We must realize USA is largely a predator (mostly whites) – prey (mostly non-whites or less privileged people) society based on the production and consumption of goods and services. And it is driven by power, competition, profit, and greed. And therefore, the environment (Mother Nature) is ruthlessly exploited and degraded.

May Lord GOD help us.” — Dave.

“We didn’t land on Plymouth Rock, my brothers and sisters—Plymouth Rock landed on us!”Malcolm_X.

## Live by Faith

Do we really have a choice?

Our greatest personal mystery is our birth.

What a wonder!

At first, we were one with everything.

And then, over time and with social/cultural programming we became different, distinct, or unique.

We adopted a false personality of self separate from reality of the true one or everything.

But despite this, we never lost faith…

We have faith the Sun will rise again.

We have faith Mother Earth will support us.

And that our faithful Moon and the many stars will continue to watch over us.

Yes, we are rich in faith.

And we are blessed beyond measure.

Our faith is the confidence we belong to this world.

And yes, we gloriously live by faith. Amen!

Dave.

## What is the solution to David Hilbert’s Sixteenth Problem?

Hilbert’s 16th problem was posed by David Hilbert at the Paris conference of the International Congress of Mathematicians in 1900, as part of his list of 23 problems in mathematics.[1]

The original problem was posed as the Problem of the topology of algebraic curves and surfaces (Problem der Topologie algebraischer Kurven und Flächen).

Actually the problem consists of two similar problems in different branches of mathematics:

The first problem is yet unsolved for n = 8. Therefore, this problem is what usually is meant when talking about Hilbert’s sixteenth problem in real algebraic geometry. The second problem also remains unsolved: no upper bound for the number of limit cycles is known for any n > 1, and this is what usually is meant by Hilbert’s sixteenth problem in the field of dynamical systems…”

Good Luck! 🙂

Dave.

## A Prime Search

(Distribution of Primes): π( e = m*g = 1 + $p_{2n}$) = 2 * π( g = 1 + $p_{n}$) = 2n for 2 < m ≤ 3 and as g → ∞,  m → 2. (Remark: $p_{n} \ge 3$).

As random as our walk may be along the natural number line to infinity,
We will find a prime (golden nugget) in time…

So don’t fret over the fewer golden nuggets ahead when so many are left behind.

Nature has provided what is needed.

Don’t you see?

Symmetry is the key.

Euclid, Bertrand, Riemann, Hilbert, Noether, and other greats will second this.

And though the pickings may be sparse along the very rocky road ahead,
It is nonetheless worthwhile when the opportunity of uncommon even rears its head.

More golden nuggets are near?

Don’t you see?

Goldbach and Euler tell us to be faithful but prudent.

Trust is not enough.

So calculate and gather wealth.

And be thankful for all the good there is…

Thank Lord GOD! Praise Lord GOD! Amen!

Dave.

## “WORLD CRISIS

(Fri, 06/19/2015 – 18:29 — poet, destiny.diaz.7393.)

Screams erupting from silent souls,
to be unheard in the midst of the world’s cries,

Skins blanket small children yet their bones are still shown,

Small footprints scatter down dirt paths for they have nothing to cover their feet,

The teeth of sleeping teenagers have chattered in the harsh winds of silent streets,

no warmth to fill their beings, left to be an empty shell of what they used to be,

Adolescents resort to many coping methods for living in this corrupt society,

Cutting, smoking or much worse,
Who could ever bestow such a curse?

The numbers are increasing in divorce and unemployment rates,

Discrimination is everywhere, amongst gender, race, religion and sexuality,

Beliefs that are transmitted from adults to innocent children,

Hatred that gradually stems and can only grow when watered.

Wars are erupting across the small planet we call home,

A place where humans abuse their dwelling,

by introducing man-made chemicals to local water systems,

Where barriers are built,

The damnation of canyons,

Destroying and deteriorating the natural beauty of our ecosystems,

Where the once carefree animals now think of our species as formidable,

and as a symbol of anything but humane,

The epitome of chaos,

How can one find peace?

When there is famine and poverty and pollution and despondency?”

by Poet, DESTINY.DIAZ.7393,

“A different world cannot be built by indifferent people.” — Dr. Peter Marshall.

From O Being,

Poetry rises up in human societies when official words fail us and we lose sight of how to find our way back to one another. It has moved to the heart of what we offer on the radio and in podcasts, in digital spaces, and in gatherings.

“May all beings be happy and peaceful.”

## What is this thing called energy?

That moves us and defines us.

And we can never get enough of energy.

The ability to do work is a gross understatement of it.

More than anything else, we are alive with energy.

It is us.

We use energy to make life, art, and civilization.

But what is it?

Much more than magic, energy is an ultimate truth.

That we cannot fathom.

Dave.

## “Scientists develop forecasting technique that could help advance quest for fusion energy.”

“Bringing the power of the sun to Earth requires sound theory, good engineering, and a little finesse. The process entails trapping charged, ultra-hot gas known as plasma so its particles can fuse and release enormous amounts of energy…”

## “Can gold be created from other elements?”

“Yes, gold can be created from other elements. But the process requires nuclear reactions, and is so expensive (currently) that you currently cannot make money by selling the gold that you create from other elements…”