BIG WHEEL BICYCLE AND TAPE RECORDER

I took up some problems I left behind - and a bit unsolved, many years ago.  I was about st 3 - st 5.

BIG WHEEL BICYCLE AND TAPE
RECORDER
Big Wheel Bicycle and Tape Recorder - part 1
I take a cassette recorder, and a tape to put inside
Three objects can in various ways influence the following:
I want to see how many turns does the tape inside the tape player make; as to make full turn ;
how many full turns can be counted with the tape counter running -giving an amount of full turns
of the tape within a certain amount of numbers passing on the tape counter and a stop watch to
add the minutes or seconds to add to the information as to:
In x seconds the tape wheel turned y amount of times and the counter turned z amount of
numbers to get a set equation to describe: if I have the counter value z, then I can work out how
many times the tape wheel will turn in x amount of seconds.
Firstly will the speed of the turn of the tape wheel stay constant?
Secondly - the tape or cassette can have an influence as to the way the tape within the cassette
is rolled up: very tight or loose.
Thirdly: the counter is giving indications as to where on the counter will a new song start. Will it
always be correct? What about different counters?
Then I take this example to the following
I have a bicycle with two tyres that are the size on the tar surface more or less like the mountain
bikes.
The wheels are in diameter much smaller than the average bicycles find their wheels to be.
I also had a counter meter on this bicycle to determine the kilometres I have travelled - eg. from
our house to the school.

Big Wheel Bicycle and Tape Recorder - part 2

What I would like to determine would be:If the km counter count 5
meters, how many full turns have the wheel made in 5m?
Then, my friends bicycle had wheels a little bit larger than mine in
diameter and it was more thin on the tar surface than my Big Wheel.
How many times would her wheel turn with the same counter in 5m?
I was trying to explain to her but I had a case when she said we must challenge who will be first
at the stop street. My point was, my bicycle's wheels does not really lend it to be a speed bicycle
- and she thought it great fun, but we will challenge anyway as we both just have to peddle.
When I though take the time of my bicycle to complete say: 1km, for her bicycle to reach the
same time for that distance, what will she have to do?
Though, if she complete that distance and both the bicycles wheel cycles were measured as to
say x (mine) and y (hers) as to a distance of 5 meter, then the time to complete Ikm for the 2
bicycles : will differ?
Full turn of the wheel in 5m: x and y (2 different bicycles)
Now for lkm the amount of wheel turns : 1000/5x and 1000/5y.
This gives that there should be a proportioned difference in the times it would take both bicycles
to cover lkm.
Does this mean she will always win?
Or if I outrace her, did I defy some scientific law? Taking into account she won't qive up her
position to win.

Big Wheel Bicycle and Tape Recorder - part 3

The point where the whole challenge as to the size of the wheels influencing, would be
Now, none of the bicycles had gears.
When I peddle the Big Wheel, is there any limit in the amount of cycles that can be completed in
30 seconds?
So, this mean - I felt we had to get on a bicycle that could measure the amount of cycles (a) the
peddles make in say (b) minutes. Then we would be racing fair and square to see who did the
most peddles in a certain time.
Or, I take a stopwatch measure how long it takes her to cover a distance on Big Wheel and then
she times mine. Then we can also do it on her bicycle. Measure the stopwatch readings. Who
was fastest?

Big Wheel Bicycle and Tape Recorder - Overview (I) as to Chaos Theory - Sierpinski:

In the example of the bicycles: the determinant of the fastest or slowest, is not the 2 people,
even one person can do the test on the bicycle over and over and over. It is highly unlikely the
times to complete a certain distance would each time be exactly the same, to the milli second.
Even if this is done only once every third or fourth day for multiple times to get an indication.
Important is, I do not intend to average the data. To a certain degree, is it not possible if an
average is taken, and after a month you do it again, the whole test every third or fourth day for
multiple times, then you can get another average on the data which you
continue to do multiple times. But, is it not possible to say - even an average is data, so as to
gather "averages"-data as well and what would actually be the point to get an average on all the
"averages"-data? You will have more than enough data with all the
data it took to get to all the averages that gave the "averages"-data.
Will a fair and just chance exist to test the "winner" on the average that was gathered? So, the
whole idea of a live, action and fun filled concept, somehow, somewhere within the endless data
take of averages, became something else. Who is the winner if the average on all averages has
been determined. My take on the matter is - can such and so many data be taken as a
competitive action? As to compare it to the data of the other person.
I think that was why my friend was not interested in my solution as to the fairness of the
situation. How many years would it have taken us my way - where as she calls on a race when
we leave the schoolyard and when we get to the cafe, it is over. Or like the tennis we played -
she loved that too as I couldn't get my tennis racket when serving as to hit the ball. I missed it
and got so angry that the racket flew over the tennis court. This is it! I am finished playing tennis
with you for today. Although to her this was probably the funniest joke she ever heard. So, she
loved playing tennis
also. I did not.

Big Wheel Bicycle and Tape Recorder part 4

I remember though, I did consider different ways to rather compensate a solution. At some
stage, I really thought we would do good if we get me a horse. We could keep it in the backyard
and my parents see to the food and taking care of. I can go to school and my horse will outrun
my friend on her bicycle. My parents realized our yard was too small to keep a horse. Then I
saw a boat that was for sale. So, I gathered as many other options I could possibly lay my eyes
on as a different means of transport to and from school. A motor to the wheels of my bicycle
was also no solution. I think, I tried a few things out, I checked on the type of motors I had
available to check out, I couldn't make out the skylectric cars, their little engines, any way to
apply something similar to the bicycle.

As one day to the next .... And me on my photographs, like two weeks ago....

Two Systems - Second Law of Thermodynamics and a normal random system

Two Systems - Second Law of Thermodynamics and a normal random system


A  -  I quote : from web, Wikipedia on 15 November 2018

I   About Entropy  (this one though the Google short explanation on Entropy)

In thermodynamics, entropy is commonly associated with the amount of order, disorder, or chaos in a vthermodynamic system. ... Locally, the entropy can be lowered by external action. This applies to machines, such as a refrigerator, where the entropy in the cold chamber is being reduced, and to living organisms.

II    The Laws on Thermodynamics

Zeroth law of thermodynamics: If two systems are in thermal equilibrium with a third system, they are in thermal equilibrium with each other. This law helps define the concept of temperature.

First law of thermodynamics: When energy passes, as work, as heat, or with matter, into or out from a system, the system's internal energy changes in accord with the law of conservation of energy. Equivalently, perpetual motion machines of the first kind(machines that produce work with no energy input) are impossible.

Second law of thermodynamics: In a natural thermodynamic process, the sum of the entropies of the interacting thermodynamic systems increases. Equivalently, perpetual motion machines of the second kind (machines that spontaneously convert thermal energy into mechanical work) are impossible.

Third law of thermodynamics: The entropy of a system approaches a constant value as the temperature approaches absolute zero.[2] With the exception of non-crystalline solids (glasses) the entropy of a system at absolute zero is typically close to zero.


III    About Order and Disorder(Entropy)
The relationship between entropy, order, and disorder in the Boltzmann equation is so clear among physicists that according to the views of thermodynamic ecologists Sven Jorgensen and Yuri Svirezhev, “it is obvious that entropy is a measure of order or, most likely, disorder in the system.”[13] In this direction, the second law of thermodynamics, as famously enunciated by Rudolf Clausius in 1865, states that:

“The entropy of the universe tends to a maximum.”

Thus, if entropy is associated with disorder and if the entropy of the universe is headed towards maximal entropy, then many are often puzzled as to the nature of the "ordering" process and operation of evolution in relation to Clausius' most famous version of the second law, which states that the universe is headed towards maximal “disorder”. In the recent 2003 book SYNC – the Emerging Science of Spontaneous Order by Steven Strogatz, for example, we find “Scientists have often been baffled by the existence of spontaneous order in the universe. The laws of thermodynamics seem to dictate the opposite, that nature should inexorably degenerate toward a state of greater disorder, greater entropy. Yet all around us we see magnificent structures—galaxies, cells, ecosystems, human beings—that have all somehow managed to assemble themselves.” [14]


B  -  Arguments

A logical trend is taken in the argument for when/if any logical trend can be raised as to question and challenge.

First argument for consideration

The neighbour had a dish on his stove, inside his little room, since very early yesterday morning.

By the time night was about to start, I was still searching for a spot to stand or sit, where, I would be able to enjoy some sanity from his cooking  pot moist hot air that was by that time filling a radius around these two rooms that astonished me.
What I thought about the matter this morning, as I realized he is the primary source of the moist hot air.  So, if I am in my room, can I become :  say  :

if he is x spreading the moist hot air, can I be x+ n = y as such to be spreading moist hot air as a secondary(receiver) to be a secondary primary spreading the moist hot air that was spread.  And if possible, what would I be spreading?



Second Argument for consideration

I found an interesting example to comfort my logic when the  people around me, and on a certain radio station and a group related to this that has such access to computer matters, that I thought at one stage it may be a service provider, but the university involvement in this is now eminent, started accusing me of "I stole something from them or did something to them, so now they are victims to have to know every thought I think.

Well, I guess one cannot really just say, but that is a total irrational thought.  As why and how can I say so if so many are making such a claim?  So, I came across this video by Aerospace where the guy has a computer program that is able to give him access to a virtual reality where he makes a choice on what he looks like, what his girlfriend looks like and he can act out inside that virtual reality his exact feelings, and he is taking a motorbike ride with the girl in the virtual reality..  Then the song goes on.  At the end of the song, the video shows a women that also has access to that program, and she was able to be an observer of what the guy was doing.  The interesting part that caught my attention, was she was able to make her own free choices from where she sat with earphones and watching that specific program also.  This meant, she could also have chosen 3weeks to pass, before she would check that specific program, or she might have chosen to ignore it totally.


Third Argument for consideration

The next aspect related to this is the following:

Part 1
I have noticed by now, the neighbour, being very attentive to my each and every thought, learnt certain skills in the meantime. 
Now, he explicitly do not have my consent to have access to my thoughts, but since there has been accusations, even broadcasted on radio platform, (one guy was so upset with being labelled a stalker because he has obtained access to my thoughts) the matter didn't just blew over.  No formal charges was put in at authorities as I was never informed by any police officer of my rights as I was a suspect and I can get myself a lawyer for my defence.  Though with my financial troubles I experienced;  and laying eyes on a document that contains certain laws as to what or how may the economy deal with a terrorist, I might easily have qualified that I was treated as a terrorist.

OK, so, without my consent the neighbour has access to my thoughts.  And he developed skills that under any other normal, non criminal matter would not have been possible, from where he could harass my every move I make.

Part 2
I have also witnessed in this process, the birds and insects (nature) rush to the scene once it become clear he is using his skills to harm me.  They will chirp and chirp for as long as it takes as to give help.  The "straight hits" attempts, the impact can be less damaging.I am today, after a few days' exposure to severe harassments, only having three places inside that are painful.
I have seen with his capabilities that if I am painting a model in a certain app on the smartphone (now his buddies is at some centre from where they have quite a horrible access to my phone, my Facebook and the web);, it is possible for him to harass at a specific target.  At a certain part of his choice, I would miss to press the mouse button as to color or paint that specific part.  Yet, with the birds chirping and chirping(now remember the birds are all in their free state outside), the chirping can manage to prevent an action of miss painting, nearly halfway through.

Part 3
The next important part of the observation on the spiritual stealing of thoughts, the effects of it;
I have learnt by now, in reality, I have me ( I am a human being part of a society), then there is nature and then there is God's creation.  The creation aspect referring to the angelic realms as most religions would probably understand them.  The important aspect I noticed is the sense for righteous choices.  Now I refer to nature and God's creation.  The only place where one can expect anything else than this sense of righteous choices, will be from a person.  A human being and the difference is they can sometimes get a "straight hit" because they know exactly where you are sitting, what you are doing and what you are thinking and mostly what your reactions would be.  When they get angry, that is when the straight hits can occur.

Normally, when someone is just angry with you, the whole package of what that anger is all about is all that can get from one person to another.


The Logical Perspective that can be formed from the arguments 1 - 3


So, I am dealing with people and the way I am dealing with them is a very stressed system - there are many people involved and they acted criminally towards me and now it is a rundown to the report of the matter to the authorities while universities and police forces are also involved, in relation to one where people have no access to one anothers thoughts and inner being, or people I have consented to as to have access to my thoughts. In most cases this can be a spiritual healer -  but it is a normal environment.
A stressed system that relates closely to the 2nd Law of Thermodynamics.
Then it leaves me with the following :  The system involved in the 2nd Law of Thermodynamics where (within the 2nd Law of Thermodynamics and therefore Order, Disorder and Entropy) you can get a stressed situation that are constantly stressed as people fear their crimes be exposed and they will get criminally charged, that seems to be heading endlessly to a maximum stressed situation as the people involved are in such relations to society that makes it nearly impossible to report the matter.
This is my observation in my experiences with the two type of people in my life.  The one part of people are criminally harassing me with the stealing of my thoughts.
The others, my family and people I used to know, they are a different system as their relationships with me can never reach the same levels.
The neighbour is cool and calm centered to get me to obey(which is in no way possible as he knows every thought I take) and if not, pay a penalty as like in the days when slaves didn't listen to their master.  Going from the point of view, until I can proof them guilty, until then their point of view is the going one for them.  I was the one who "naaied" all of them.  This means, the matter must go to a court and all these trespassers charged criminally, in which I also face a setback(?)  of claiming fame to my own life's existence. Ok, the last part  is actually besides the point but worth to mention.
The logical perspective that can be concluded therefore  :    there are two systems - my notion being the one system can only reach as much as an emotional outburst, the other one has the stressed situation that relates to the stressed situation in the 2nd Law of Thermodynamics on Entropy and Order and Disorder.
If this is so, then we have a system : the system with 2nd Law  appearing in ;  and this system isn't only a random system.  The other system though can be considered as a totally random system with no forced and manipulated states that developed, like one thing lead to the next, type of effect.

The question will be, but can't the one system K (related to order and disorder and entropy) go over to the other L?   I give an answer as to the following aspect : if system K give properties to system L, the properties handed over, or that become part of system L will be random only like L was random initially.


Ns :  Important is the motives for the groups existence, their involvement (some of their members at universities) gave rise to experimentation and which was subject to involve to seek a form of control over nature.  This lead to nature assisting me with mostly psychological help as I became a third person or a medium for this group to blackmail and challenge nature and God's creation.  This mean, I cannot know if in every situation like this one, will nature rush to help when someone is  getting harassed.

THE BEINGNESS OF BEING HUMAN

I have heard the most ridiculous stupidity I can probably imagine.  Where on earth have you ever heard that the handling/counciling/accommodating of psychological trauma for an individual in his own quietness is a sin?  Please, if you want to tell me that in the case of eg. sexual violence against woman and children - the message would then be :  do not get over it ever(the victims), it would be considered a sin.  Why I am saying ; where...?  How...?  South Africa may close its doors as it can not even compete with any other nation : as the bottom line of such relentless attitudes is to not even blink your eyes - you would be sinning!?  These type of indecent approaches to a human beings nature is quite upsetting, even though it is not the first time in my life I encounter such bombastic attitudes toward God's created beings.  If you want to belong to Afrikaner Fascist Ideas condemning psychological handling of psychological trauma, go - sit and blink your eyes and if you think afterwards it is true, you sinned when you did this, then you truly belong to an Afrikaner Fascist condemnation of psychological handling of psychological trauma beliefsystem and good luck!

PSYCHOLOGICAL STATE

- the message would then be :  do not get over it ever(the victims), it would be considered a sin.  

It seems I treat writing a sentence as I would have treated an algebraic sum.  

In the following : 

..........do not get over it

..........do not get over it(the victims)  ~  if the victims get over it

...........if the victims get over it, it would be considered a sin.

Who says this anyway?

Who says the psychological handling mechanisms available not only inside a human body, but also outside of it, is so wrong it is a sin?

Who think himself so important to be punishing sins?

Only God can punish sins.

So who is so important to punish sins, but are denying that the natural working of a human is natural?

If something that is natural gets considered other than natural - natural is how the human species would react - but one or two persons declare themselves above all natural phenomena of the human body and are punishing the rest for having the natural responses of a human body, telling them they are sinners for being human.  And watch out as the punishments for sins is hell - that everyone knows.  These ones just don't have a clue as to where heaven and hell is.  They think it is in this human life.

My take is - I'll walk that line then as their sinner, being human - and as I know that the natural states of being human is just that, natural, I'll probably be their sinner.  But not insulting the maker of creation.

So when I die one day - I'll escape the hell sentence of stupids.  When stupids die, they will find a surprise : lucky, lucky, you stupid won yourself the real hells and for an eternity.  You won't be clever enough to escape it ever!

The day has been it seems, like these poems, lying between the hours of today. 

Tonight there is rain.  Tomorrow morning the birds will chirp again.  They are sleeping now.  And the sun will rise on the eastern horizon.




The following poems have been copied as it was written from books on days long gone by now.  Ok, say at most five years ago.

PLAASHEK

Bloedrooi die aalwyn langs
die slingerpad.
Dis of daar vonke uit
elke vuurpyl spat.
Maar niks, niks roer nie...net
'n luggie wat
skrams aan die ritselinde
grassie vat.

Daarbo die blou, blou lug,
daaronder die rivier
wat deur die boorde kronkel met
'n groene swier.
Niks stoor die yle swewende
bergstilte hier.

Na al die jare maak ek weer
'n plaashek oop.
Waar het my paaie
tog nie geloop
om my hier by 'n hek te bring
van al my waan gestroop,
maar met my denke helder
en in my hart die hoop?

Die hek staan in die skad'wee van
'n kremetart.
Die stilte in my's volkome met
niks troebels, niks verward.
Ek lig die knip ... Ek maak
'n hek oop in my hart.


It is called:  Swaels bo die Kamp.

SWAELS BO DIE KAMP

'n Vreemde stilte
heers in die kamp.
Die middag gloei
goud soos 'n lamp.

Die blare val.
Die winter is op hande.
Europa vergaan
in smart en skande.

Die najaar sterf
so stil, so soet.
Die kamp staan in
die ligte gloed.

Die swaels sweef
oor die kamponge.
Die wereld is
van haat verwronge.

Die kanker vreet
aan murg en bloed.
Ek wil my aan
die stilte voed...

net in my ruk
iets soos 'n kramp.
Luid in my hart
hoor ek die bomme stamp.

Oor alle grense
dreun die kanonne.
Vind ons die vrede weer?
Uit welke bronne?

Die swaels kom,
die swaels keer.
Vind ons, vind ons
die liefde weer?

Die bom slaat stad
en dorp te pletter.
Maar hier's daar swaels en
hul kwetter, kwetter...

O swaels wat
swart soos brokaat
jul wentel oor
die doringdraad,

in wye hale
pal om ons kring
terwyl jul sing
en sing en sing

asof al singende teen
die blou gewelf
julle die stem is van
die vrede self,

onthou my as
jul suidwaarts gaan
en aan die einde van
die lange baan

jul duik en skiet
en liggies swewe
oor die rooi dak
waar sy, Eulalia, lewe...

Sing dan vir haar,
sing bly vir haar
tot sy verruk,
na julle staar.

En wyl jul sag
verby haar skeer,
se ek kom weer,
ja, ek kom weer

en dat my drome
waak oor haar bed.
Gee haar, o swaels,
my teerheid net...

written in October 1942.

Monday, October 14, 2013

Die Swart Luiperd, a poem by NP van Wyk Louw

Nou stol die wereld uit die vloed
van ongebreekte luister vas
tot dowwer en aparte gloede,
en in die selmuur blink die glas,

en kom weer - soos 'n blou kristal
wat stilword in die moederloog -
'n venster uit my wit heelal:
getralie, vierkant, vas en hoog.

Ek moet my droom 'n uur verlaat,
want deur die mure hoor ek klae
die stem van een wat buite praat
en toegang tot my stilte vra.

Hoe sal jy slaap en eet en woon
- jy met jou helder wil wat kwel -
en menslik bly en geen ding hoon
in die gloeilamp van my klein wit sel?

My jammerte sal oop moet maak
-ek was 'n ligte mens soos jy,
maar 'n fraai dier het ons genaak
en sy oe sal steeds in myne bly -

my mure is soos dun glas gespan
om die skitt'ring van my aardse droom
wat knetterend tussen die wande slaan
en in die donker stene stroom.

My pad is self die ding wat trek:
hy dwing die voet om voort te gaan -
moet ek sy naam wat sluimer, wek?
durf jy nou luister en verstaan?

Ek het in die aarde vasgerank
- verby die wortels en grys lae
groeisel tot die koue bank
waar groen gesteentes in die trae

syfering van die allerkoelste
water le - en een geword
met al wat swart is, en nie voel,
en wat geslote is en wat stort.

Donker is my oe en my bloed:
ek is 'n swart gesteente, en uit
straal niks, en al wat gloed
van binne is, is toegesluit.

Deur die verlate bosse waar
geen ding in die taai liane roer,
het ons die maskers en ivoor
lang die soet en klam voetpaaie vervoer

en die ebbehout en kosbaar grys
gewaste saad van blomme wat
uit die stil en swart woudpoele rys
en nagtelik bloei en bleek en glad

tot in die vroegste voordag staan
-'n grys verrotting bo die vlak
van die koue water - en vergaan
en wegsink soos 'n nat tak;

en die swart luiperd-ding was daar
wat sku en skoon is in die woud,
en heelnag het sy oe gestaar
tussen die blou kewers aan die hout.

Die eerste nag het ek geween
toe die geel oe na my kyk:
dat al wat Goddelik is, alleen
en magteloos is en rugwaarts wyk,

en in 'n ou landskap huis
van swart rots en vroee see
waaroor die magtiger sterre kruis
en die vierstreekse winde vee.

Die tweede nag was radeloos stom:
'n wrokkende onsegbare smart
wat nerens by 'n woord kon kom,
oor die vergeefsheid van die hart.

Die derde nag het ek alleen
tot aan ons lig se grens gegaan
en in die oe soos 'n steen
bly kyk en so bly staan.

Toe't die warm woud begin marsjeer:
vuurvliee en blink ebbestamme
en kolle wat sag fosforesseer
tussen blou en dowwe blomme -

in die wond're en deursigtig-yl
opaal van daardie nag wat vlug
was alles ryp en sag en geil
soos 'n nat en oopgebarste vrug,

en kon ek weet hoe alles dwing
na saad en warmte en duisternis
en hoe ons aarde soos 'n ring
van etterende wasdom is.

Fyn was die fluit en ver simbaal:
toe't ek die lig se grens gelos,
en koud, onwegtend - soos iets val -
gestort na daardie duister bos

waar alles oog was, alles blink,
maar die aarde onder vet en koel
en gladde donker visse stink,
- tussen die varings ingespoel -.

Toe was die goue oe weg,
die fraai dier was 'n swart liaan
wat om my bene en heupe vleg
en teen my koue voorkop slaan;

en my voete het blindelings ingevlug
in daardie donkerte wat glim
soos die groen skyn van 'n gladde vrug;
bleek wortels het teen my geklim

en klam dinge uit die nag
en die water van 'n warm poel
was oor my kniee lou en sag
soos iets wat na my lendene voel.

Die groot wit blomme het geroer
en soos grys ape afgekom
en by my oe ingeloer:
boos dinge, beurtelings dier en blom.

Met die skrik van die wit gewasse
in my hare en in my brein
het ek gestruikel in diep plasse
vaqn die ryk nag wat blekerig sky,

maar waar my voet vlug, was die bos,
en waar ek val, het dit gevou
soos modder oor my, en die mos
het harig aan my kuit geklou.

Dan was die goue oe daar,
en my verwarde voete sink
vas in die water en ek staar
soos 'n stam staan, swart, en sonder dink,

- maar in my brein 'n stippel lig -
en bo-oor straal die woud verby,
en die nag stroom langs my star gesig
soos die trae wasem uit 'n vlei.

Toe't ek die eerste afgestort
in die grou valgat waarbo jy groei,
en soos 'n waterplant geword
wat rus en suig en droomloos bloei

met skoonheid waar hy niks van weet
-'n waskelk in die sagte lug
so wit en suiwer dat ons leed
'n oomblik in aanskouing vlug -
I
en ek was stil en nagtelik toe,
en soos 'n lee kamer leeg;
en eensaam kon ek luister hoe
dun slakke oor my vel beweeg.

En nog het die grys bewussyn my
na hierdie donker vergesel
en 'n dun draad, soos 'n haar, gebly
om my  met drang en vrees te kwel;

en die donkerte was sag deurskyn:
'n vaal stroom waarin visse was
en maaiers bleek en bont en klein
soos letters deur 'n waterglas.

Toe het die more wit en groot
in my twee oe opgegaan,
en deur die senuwees se dood
'n spyker van wit lig geslaan

en my opgejaag en swaar laat vlug
deur 'n nuwe en ontsettende land:
elke blaar was skraal van lig
en elke varing 'n dun brand

rondom my voete, en water was
verskriklik skoon en het gekring,
'n blink gesteente, in elke plas -
en uit die pyn wat my omring

het ek skuilte vir my oe gesoek
en deur die glans geval, getas,
soos 'n groot bont mot hom in 'n hoek
se skemering bewend vou en pas;

toe, voor my was die fraai dier
wat lenig deur die varings gly
-soos 'n swart vis in die rotspoelwier -
en my voete vinnig lei;

en nog het telkens grys en hoog
die sneeuplek van 'n steil vulkaan
van ons snel gang gestaan,

maar ons, besetenes van die jag,
het langs grou hange afgedaal
na dieper gloed as die smal skag
van die more of die yl opaal

van groeisel en verrotting gee;
my eie oe was grys juwele,
en stil en wit was alle wee
onder my donker voete, en veel

waters het weerskant geval -
en ek het afgestort en ver
bo oor my het 'n klein heelal
verskiet soos 'n aparte ster;

'n wereld het in my verstar:
plant, dier en mens - in diep swart glas
waar alles enkeld en ontwar
maar klein en mateloos glansend was -

geen ding is duister, maar hy glans
of hou sy skittering ingesluit,
en niks is dood, en alles dans
en reik na naamlose dinge uit.

NP Van Wyk Louw



DENNEBOS

Blou see van denne teen die hang -
tot op die blanke horison
die verste toppe yl word in
opaal van hoe lug en son.

'n Blou nabye heiligheid
wat tussen see en hemel staan,
waaroor die groot, mistieke dans
van vreemde stille wolke gaan.

N.P. van Wyk Louw



The following poem he wrote I find very amuzing - he must have had an amazing imagination which I like very much.

The poem is called:  Lied van die Fascistiese bomwerpers
(Aan Petronella)

Ons gons uit die blou.
Ons dreun bo die aarde.
Luister!  Luister!
Ons is die stem van die nuwe Spanje
en van die nuwe kruistog
in hierdie '37 jaar van ons Liewe Heer
in ons die wit vaandels,
die baniere, die pluime...
Ons waai op al die winde.
Ons stroom uit alle oorde.
Ons wapper in triomf
teen die blou balkonne van die lug,
bo die wit terasse van die hemel;
en ons stem is een kreet
van vreugde en oorwinning:
Lewe Christus, die Koning!

Ons is mooier as die albatrosse,
ons is witter as die seemeeue,
ons is vinniger as die mens se gedagte:
nog voor julle on sien,
as julle ons nog skaars gehoor het,
val ons skaduwee op julle,
staan ons hoog bo jul kop,
skiet ons oor jul stad
en van 'n hoogte van twee see myl
le ons ons eiers
in die goue nes van Spanje.

Ons vlerke is die van die engele,
hoor hoe ruis hulle, hoor hoe druis hulle!
Luister! Luister
hoe sing ons ons lied van liefde
hoe prewel ons ons vrome gebede.
Want ons is die rosekrans
van die biskoppe en die hoepriesters.
Ons glip deur hul gebenedyde vingers.
Geduldig ryg hulle ons uit,
tel hulle ons af
en langsaam
die een na die ander
deur die blou kalmte van die dag
val ons swart krale
af na die aarde
op die stede
en die dorpe
en die plase...
Want ons, ons is die redding,
ons is die skans, die setel,
die veilige heilige vesting
wit en hoog bo-op die berg se top.
Ons is die stem, die woord van God
wat bom en staal en lood en vlees en bloed geword het:
Lewe Christus, die Koning!

Hoor julle ons lied, hoor julle dit?
Ons vlerke druis dit,
ons motore ronk dit,
ons skroewe soem dit,
ons masjiengewere stotter dit
en ons bomme
bulder dit
soos donder wat dreun
wyd en syd
oor die aarde...
Dis 'n nuwe lied
en dis 'n ou-ou lied.
Dis die lied van die wereld,
dis die lied van die mens.
Die Pous sing saam
en al die rykes van die aarde,
die uitskot van Europa
in ons Vreemdelinglegioen
en die More uit Marokko
waarheen ons hul verdryf het
na sewe eeue van verdrukking
in die naam van die Verlosser,
en wat ons nou weer terugbring
in die naam van die Verlosser.

Hoor julle dit?  o hoor julle dit?
Hoe die lied klim en klim
hoer, al hoe hoer
soos duisende leeurike
styg na die son;
hoe dit groei en swel,
groei en swel
soos 'n koor
van siters en skalmeie,
luider, al hoe luider
tot oplaas dit die ganse hemel vul,
'n golf', 'n stroom, 'n vloed van klank
wat soos 'n wolk van wierook rol
tot teen die wit troon aan
van God, die Allerhoogste,
'n jubellied, 'n lofsang
met een aanhef slegs,
een tema,
een refrein:
Lewe Christus, die Koning!

Want ons is die sprinkaanplaag van God,
die gesel vir die ongelowiges.
O kyk na ons, kyk na ons,
hoe ryk ons is en hoe geseen:
ons staan, verheerlik, teen Sy Hemel,
Hy bekroon ons met die stralekrans van Sy lig,
silwer op ons vlerke skitter die son!
Ons kom oor die oop see,
oor die goue vlaktes en die grys sierras.
Uit die Palma de Majorca en Burgos,
uit Duitsland en Italie
swewe ons in swerms
en swart en skoon
skuif ons skaduwee
oor die grond.

O hef jul gesigte na bo
vanwaar jul hulp sal kom.
Kyk na ons! O kyk na ons
met jul wit verwonderde gesigte
waar jul sit gepak in jul trems,
waar jul loop deur die strate van jul stad,
waar jul drentel Sondagmorens
oor die pleintjies van jul dorpe in die son
of onder die koel platane
afstap langs die alamedas,
waar geskaar om die glorietas
julle stil en bedees
luister na die musiek

van die skoenmakersgilde.
Kyk na ons, kyk na ons!
Julle wat die rooi lemoene
pluk uit die boorde.
Julle wat op bruin donkies
mark toe ry deur die wit stof
van die slingerpad oor die berge.
Julle wat buk-buk gaan
al tussen die goue koring
en dan as julle ons hoor,
jul sekels half laat hang
oor die knikkende are
terwyl julle die sout sweet vee
uit jul donker oe.
Kyk na ons, kyk na ons,
sodat julle ons sien
en ons julle sien,
opdat ons julle verdelg
soos onkruid van die aarde!
Want ons, ons is die grys sekels
wat suis en wat suiwer
en die koring skei van die kaf.
Ons is die belofte en die voorspelling
en ons is die vervulling.
Ons is die verskrikking en die straf.
Ons is die vergelding en die toorn van bo,
ons is die basuin van God wat skal
luid uit die goue sale van die son:
Lewe Christus, die Koning!

Ora pro nobis...
Bid vir ons!  Bid vir ons:
dat ons afstort op die stede
soos die arende op hul prooi,
dat ons moed ons nie begewe nie,
dat ons spoed ons nie faal nie,
dat ons motore nie stok nie,
dat die afweergeskut ons nie tref nie,
dat die fabrieksfluite en- sirene
die kinders nie waarsku nie,
dat ons die vrouens nie oorval
voor hul die kelders bereik,
en dat ons die oop see haal
- waar die visse ons nie kan torpedeer nie -
voor die vliemasjiene van die vyand
mag opstyg uit die stede
soos brommers uit 'n lyk;
dat ons dan mag terugkyk
hoe die dag daar breek
bo die goue dorpies
en die wit stede
in vlamme feller, woester
as die van die rooidag.

Sic transit gloria mundi
alle vlees is gras.
Te Deum laudamus...
Laat ons bly wees!  Laat ons bly wees
dat Sy ryk nou kom,
Sy Koningkryk in die hemele,
ons Koningkryk op die aarde:
Lewe Christus, die Koning!

Stort in puin, o hospitale
en skole en klinieke.
Verteer in ons vlamme,
biblioteke en gestigte.
Ons wil julle gelyk maak met die grond
opdat 'n nuwe Spanje
opstyg uit sy as.
En julle wat arm is en nederig,
julle wat gras eet en smeek om brood,
julle wat nie kan lees of skrywe,
julle wat veg
in die sneeu en ys van Teruel,
teen die hange, kaal en koud, van die Somosierra,
in die modder van die loopgrawe voor Madrid,
op die dorre vlaktes van Extremadura,
langs die rooibruin oewers van die Guadalquivir,
in die skroeiende son bo Cordoba,
julle wat veg
vir leie en griffels,
penne en boeke,
sodat julle mag lees en skryf,
sterf, o sterwe
in jul nood en ellende
en seen ons
want jul erf:
die Koninkryk van die Hemele!
Sterf, arbeiders in jul krotte!
Sterf, gitaners in jul grotte!
Sterf, boere sonder grond,
want nou gee ons jul 'n stuk grond:
'n swart gat in die grond
ses voet by drie
as julle gelukkig is.
Sterf, demokrate, republikeine!
Sterf, anargiste, godloenaars!
Sterf, rooi gespuis!
Sterf, Katolieke
wat nie wil saamsing
in ons heilige koor nie!
Sterf, vrouens en kinders
injul duisende en tienduisende!
Sterf, saad wat nog slaap in die baarmoeders!
Lewe Christus, die Koning!

(Daar hang 'n jonkman aan die Kruis,
Hy dra 'n doringkroon.
Sy oe is droewig,
droewer as die reen,
en Sy wonde bloei aanhoudend.
Altyd sonder ophou
drup-drup Sy warm bloed
af op die wereld.
Wend julle na Hom.
Hy sal verstaan.
Hy sal vergewe....)

Sterf, toekoms!  Sterf, hoop!
Sterf, liefde en medelye!
Sterf, Spanje!
Lewe Christus, die Koning!

I find this poem actually very amuzing from someone who must have had a very good sense of humor with the situation he found himself being in.  A way to tred out of it and above it - and as Uys Krige did, with a very good sense of humor.  Describing the times he lived in.

Point or line of Infinity

At the moment, not only chaos theory is the easy part to interpret as to:  if I get a Sierpinsky triangle or butterfly effect somewhere, then I can know I am dealing with a random system.  Yet, an important dilemma part of this problem would be:  the point of infinity or line of infinity.