#macrostructure

[nelc]

Whaleshark class science vessel exploring several hundred years old alien megastructure derelicts in Osiris Junction system.

[seat-safety-switch]

At the university where I work, there's all kinds of amazing research projects going on. As part of the public service requirement of my extensively-negotiated parole, I am forced to help with whoever needs it. I've rounded up test monkeys, convinced sobbing grad students not to abandon their field of study, and made coffee for a bunch of MBAs theorizing about how to create even bigger layoffs than their grandfathers could ever have dreamt of. And also there's some nerds with computers.

Robots, while not as cool as they once were, are still being developed every day. We've forgotten how to make all kinds of shit, but we can still follow the instruction manual to make the robots that remember how to make that shit. Which is good, because otherwise we wouldn't have any cars, or refrigerators, or the small island nation of New Zealand. Computer scientists are busy figuring out how to make those robots walk up and down stairs, which is a problem that has evaded them since the beginning of time.

You might not think it's particularly useful to be able to go up and down stairs. I certainly didn't, but it turns out that some important things are available on other floors of a building. The nerds were having a lot of trouble making the robot do it, until I pointed out that the building is equipped with an elevator. Much forehead-slapping ensued, and we went out and got completely sloshed at the campus bar, relieved to finally have solved one of the remaining hard problems of computer science. Unfortunately, in our rush to imbibe, we left the robot turned on. When we got back, it was gone.

What I'm trying to tell you is that if you live in a regular house, you're gonna want to sleep on the second floor. Or in the basement. Anywhere except for the ground floor. We don't think the robot can really harm anybody, that's an awful stereotype of runaway robots, but we do suspect it's running a bit low on charge and will do whatever it takes to suck up some of that sweet, sweet juice. So if you look out your window this morning, and see that someone has spontaneously assembled most of the macrostructure of New Zealand on your front lawn, call us right away, and also hide all of those cheap AliExpress chargers that look like USB-C but won't charge your laptop. Those'll just make it angry.

[mias4rt]

When one loses their shoes they've lost their right not to walk

Rays of sunlight gleamed over the city roofs, the cathedralesque windows of the train station lit up like the golden pavilion at dawn. The waxed floor, like an invisible conveyor belt carried each individual person towards their own personal horizon. Each human being conditioned with various substances and influences, glasses, deodorants, turbans, headphones, nicotine addictions, chronic bowel problems, each their own. The air meandered around, rhythmically filtered by brittle lungs. In and out, it wriggled through nostrils, throbbing with life, violent shocks, explosions of energy that made people spasm forwards. Cellular respiration kept going through its cycle, the cycle of life, the cycle of humanity, the cycle of life and death, and even the tiniest hands of the solar clockwork were cruelly, hopelessly, on time.

Human after human took and gave, came and went, and their shine like the stars lit up the world's structures even after death. The night sky of humanity flickered, it trembled and croaked, it lost and realized it had lost consciousness and soon lost its life. Someone picked at their fingernails and looked through the morning fog with longing. The woman with the rainbow hat was already gone, and would never return. Someone was always there, and there was never anyone there but someone, someone that would soon enough be someone else. The announcer's dry voice echoed a confession of teenage love, chewing on its transient bitterness, spreading it into structures and organs. That place was a primordial sea, a stew of base elements from which spawned strands of collective consciousness. They lived and died within seconds, but those people there weren't alive, they melted together and gave birth to some kind of new being.

Like a cell is a cell, a human being there is also a human being, like a cell it lives and dies, it is an independent being, and it's a part of something many millions of times more than itself, and like a cell it was there first, until the all consuming structure covered them all in nothingness. But a structure comes apart without its parts, and the human did not change for the sake of the structure, a human being and its role in the macrostructure are both compatible, inseparable, and at the same time completely independent of each other. And the cell must never know of its larger structure, it cannot live outside it lest it destroy itself and the structure along with it. But a structure outside structure, or two structures, or one multi-dimensional structure, the truth is, there is no structure, there is just human ignorance, insecurity, and endless thirst.

That central core, that skewer, that heart, that throbbing organ, concrete, oxygen, blood, iron, and desire, a squirming sizzling container that writhed with its contents. Like a stream of consciousness or a human's bloodstream, that energy, that living matter, gathered and packed together into that symbol of absolute being, virility, and immortality. Exposed backs and open trash cans, fat men in t-shirts, old tanned ladies on their retirement trips, humanity on all its sides was there to be seen, and it could tolerate itself only by not a single one of them being it alone. It, it, it, it is that which shines from the distance of the distant past, or was it actually on the second Tuesday of August? On today's, or on yesterday's tomorrow your soul falls from your chest like milk cartons from a biodegradable bag onto the street on your bad day.

You follow the train map like the bible with your finger, its rows and strings of holy scripture, that dare to say that humanity can map or even understand something larger than itself. What an assumption! What a blasphemy against your ignorance! How fascinating, how sacred, how daring, the work of an engineer, the one that knows that which a human being may never know, what great drama! There's power there, and you imbibe it into yourself, you forget time and place and are at the same time the track and the train, the road and the wagon, the dog and the owner, Vilnius and Vienna, Golan Heights and Brooklyn, the world and the underworld, consciousness and subconsciousness. You go through each place with your fingertips, you dance through the universe and the antiverse, each and every place and no place at all, like a noble ugly undead swan and the lack of.

You are being and lack of being, and the all-nothingness of non-non-existence, and you're not even awake anymore. That lack of existence was like a soft dark blanket that was always just about to disappear, on the edges of perception, despite everything it stayed just under the surface, there it was in true non-being. I suppose it was the best time of my life, that always makes me cry, I rarely cry, but when I cry, I cry for you. The all-seeing eye stared silently from the ceiling, dark and unblaming, it looked at us, it saw us, looking for something, any small infarction, that would never come, like it was challenging us to do something illegal. The landscape flowed past us, like watercolors haphazardly strewn across a smooth frictionless substrate.

I said it to you then, I did, and I said it so beautifully. You told me how you could smell the leaded gasoline from sixty years ago, and I gazed into the depths of your verdant eyes like distant galaxies. It was then that I told you how I wanted to live inside you, how I wanted to be a cosmonaut and carry the hope of humanity in the galaxies of your eyes, how I wanted to lay down in my spacesuit on your retinas and slowly drift to nothingness in that breathtakingly cold beauty. You said to me then, that's depraved, I love you. Outside the last days of summer were drifting by, I thought about leaving you there, to disappear into the dark and never return, but that would be too dramatic I suppose.

When was that point then, I still think about it through the nights, but it was true, even though I didn't know what was when. Words after words come through, in the end there's nothing left but stubs, we didn't burn out, we were burnt, scorched earth filled with bitter blackness. Poems after poems still, was there anything there, or was it just chaos and free association that ruled our lives. In our ignorance we were satisfied, and sometimes not, we didn't know how not to know, for we didn't know anything at all. We didn't know nothing about nothing, and I don't know what to say of it, for I know nothing. Having the knowledge of knowing one's not knowing, there is no worse knowledge, and it's the only kernel of truth we have.

If somewhere out there exists that mythical thing called truth, it most certainly doesn't exist inside a human being. If I knew it, that truth, if I knew it would I cease to be human, for a human being can't know the truth, would I burn to ash if I saw the truth? What truth, well, the truth I don't know, I don't know what it is, if I did know it, I would know something, but precisely, I do not know, I am ignorant. Truth can't be found in logic, the only so called truth we have, is our experience, our chemical soup that makes delusions to reality in our brains, there is no other reality for us humans. There is no other poetry but sequences of hormones, echoes of enzymes, but, is that not something, is it such a bad thing, if only we could find some truth-like product in there.

I looked down from my watchtower, the wound slashed onto nature's skin by the railroad spread out to infinity in both directions. I looked on as nothing once again came to pass, probably never. Sitting still, the railroad started to seem more natural than nature, and the screeching birds seemed more and more machine-like. Were they machines? The thought came to me and wouldn't let me go, I mulled it around in my head, I drew diagrams of mechanical joints and synthetic feathers, hidden motors and aerodynamic processes. Why, why would it be so, no, it no longer felt any stranger than the origins of that iron colossus.

I had left behind time, meetings, consultations, and other necessary contents of life. What I now waited for had no deadline, it was impossible to be late. As the guard of the old new world I spent my days, I waited for something, something that would surely disappear as soon as it was found. They had all been waiting for it, they waited for it every day, but that wait wouldn't die, it rotted the world, it conquered and starved the present with its inconceivable weight. Finally that world too had become history, but it was waiting, that glimmering hallucination still haunted those lands. That stillness, that atmosphere of death, it soothed my soul. It wafted in the air, you could hear it in the distant vibrations of the track, you could feel it when you looked at the sky, somewhere beyond the clouds you could almost make out something beautiful and sacred.

I remember when I left, I remember how I wandered the cities of foreign lands, always further into something. But I knew I had no homeland except in the future that would never come. From inn to another I dragged myself, I ate little and stretched my money. I stared at unknown walls, that after all were never all that different anywhere I went. In some way I enjoyed my poverty, the possibility of getting lost forever, I wanted, I don't know what. I enjoyed the long distances, aching feet, hours spent in train stations, losing control, chainsmoking long into the Warsaw night.

The walls were sweaty, the old building stood like a crooked old man, it heaved but it did not complain, it served its purpose with soldierly determination. Time flowed like thick sap, everything seemed to stop. But it didn't, the cruel claw of time eroded everything with horrifying inevitability. I too was sweating, the heat invaded my every cell. Unstable condition, that I had to hear again and again, and the support wasn't for the right cause, from state to state, they don't know the first thing about it. The right reasons, oh so important in this world, even when I was on the edge, they would push me, for they had nothing they could cure me into. From something to something, they could squeeze me, but I am of nothing, going nowhere. At the end of a rope, or another room in another building another year, a few hundred bucks and an official seal. I don't know what to do with no seal to chase.

We're all partisans, remnants in a hostile world, we continue our hopeless fight against an unrelenting foe. Hoping for a liberation that may never come, but every step towards it is a step only a partisan can take. The road of true humanity and justice, that is the only road I wish to walk. Every day alive is a victory. We fight and rage, we writhe and burn, but time kills us all anyway. For a few moments in life, we are truly alive, in a real place at the right time. Part of me tired of this life, they walked ever slower, they were slowly fading. I started to separate from that dying ghost inside me, they walked by my side, but not for long. I felt they didn't want to live with me anymore.

[wealmostaneckbeard]

This makes me think of a little robot successfully navigating a huge and simple macrostructure

[thebutterflyeffectarchives]

KLT updated and improved

I’ve changed a few things in my theory that I am co-authoring with AI. I think the repulsive gravity event is what gives birth to the loops and fields. I also wonder if the Higgs field might come before the photon field snd the repulsive event—it was dormant in this state of perfect balance.

KoanLoop Theory: Higgs-Primed Genesis and Geometric Emergence

1. Introduction

KoanLoop Theory (KLT) reimagines the origin of the universe not as a chaotic explosion from singularity, but as a harmonic uncoiling from a zero-state—a perfect symmetry rich with latent potential. In this revised model, the Higgs field plays a foundational role. It exists in the zero-state as a dormant but geometrically active field, storing tension that is ultimately released in a repulsive gravitational event. This event folds zero into a looped topology, birthing spacetime itself. Subsequent fields—including light, forces, and matter—emerge as layered harmonics of the loop's geometry.

2. Higgs-Primed Zero State

The origin of the loop begins with the Higgs field. Rather than forming after geometry, the Higgs field exists from the outset, embedded in the zero-state. It possesses a vacuum expectation value (VEV), not yet fully expressed, but present as a pressure-like scalar tension. This dormant Higgs is imagined as geometrically active—its latent energy exerts a topological strain on the zero-geometry, like pressure beneath a taut membrane.

3. Repulsive Gravity and Loop Formation

Eventually, the stored tension from the Higgs field activates a one-time repulsive gravitational event. This is not an expansion within space, but a transformation of zero into space—a twist, a loop, a resonance. The repulsion converts harmonic tension into geometry, creating a toroidal structure that becomes the spacetime manifold.

4. Field Emergence from the Loop

From this looped geometry, the known fields of physics emerge in harmonic order:

Dormant Higgs Field (Pre-Loop)

A scalar field with a non-zero but inactive VEV exists within the zero-state, storing tension and potential symmetry breaking.

Repulsive Gravity Event

Triggered by the Higgs field’s geometric tension, this one-time repulsive impulse transforms zero into a looped topology.

Higgs Activation (VEV Unfolds)

The repulsion unlocks the Higgs VEV, breaking symmetry and setting the stage for mass and field generation.

Photon Field Emerges (U(1))

Massless harmonic excitation follows the loop’s formation, distributing energy across the new spacetime geometry.

Gauge Fields Emerge (SU(2), SU(3))

Electroweak and strong fields arise as ordered harmonics layered on the toroidal structure.

Fermionic Fields (Matter)

Intersections and interferences of bosonic harmonics give rise to fermionic structures—quarks, leptons, neutrinos.

Macrostructure (Cosmos)

Gravitational clustering and field interference produce stars, galaxies, and the emergent complexity of the universe.

5. Geometrically Active Higgs Field

Unlike the passive scalar field of traditional models, the Higgs field here is reinterpreted as geometrically active. Its VEV is not just a number—it’s a kind of topological memory, a latent folding tendency that warps zero into loop. This shifts the origin story of spacetime from explosive to harmonic: space did not appear randomly—it curled, like a string drawn taut and let go.

6. Summary and Future Work

This revised version of KoanLoop Theory places the Higgs field at the foundation of creation—not as a late-arriving mass-giver, but as the dormant harmonic that holds zero in tension. The release of this tension forms the loop, initiating spacetime and field emergence. Future work may include modeling the energetic conditions of the Higgs-primed zero, searching for cosmological signatures of VEV-activated geometry, and exploring how such topological events might echo in the cosmic microwave background or the vacuum structure.

[fabiopempy]

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[simknowsstuff]

There is always a how if you leave out strict variables, there is always a why even if its not known or knowable, except for the most abstract of abstract universal fundementals. there is almost always something to be synthesised for models that generalise complex material, or non-axiomatic structures

can the mind be described as "id/ego/superego" from a freudian view? Yes

can the mind be described via neurological circuit modeling used by engineers/macro-neurologists? Yes

can the mind be understood as a series of blackboxes that seem to form general structures? Yes

can the mind be described as a computer that executes tasks by computer scientists? Yes

can the mind be viewed as something that is meant to minimise error as viewed by the mathematician? Yes

can the mind be viewed as something that uses different types of neurons with varying structure, NTs, and binding sites as viewed by the neuro-pharmacologist? Yes

now, with regards to vague ideas, and methodologies regarding the macrostructure of certain things (things only being put together by empirical/anecdotal data and model error minimisation), the reliances such ideas have are key for finding what is actually usable

from my observation small circuit neurologists and neurobiologists have the most experimental data that acts to observe, model, and subsequently explain the directly observed mechanisms

currently this has a basis, imagining that what they are seeing in test samples is applicable to in vivo activity. this also includes data that match the behaviour of cross referenced cells, with a reasonable probabilistic standard

i would assume that much of neurophysiology assumes that there is a baseline structure of the human brain that functions consistently –via testing of multiple samples– and different ways of measuring brain regions and their general "activity" to the behaviour of the generalised normal subject

with careful consideration of methods, their applications, their consistency of results, synthesis of a better hypothesis, and observing discrepancies, all data is useful

in short, use the scientific method and create a hypothesis for models that could apply to general structures in the real world, but also take into consideration what can be observed;

for example, the standard deviation, what is being tested, what could contradict the model/what could be an overfit (you should always look for that stuff), and what those observations generally validate

tl;dr: use the scientific method with hypnosis and study of the mind, and with most things tbh. we need to have the scientific method reintroduced into common life

[thenewsart]

Crypto Silver Lining: Market Dips Are Stepping Stones To Soaring Heights

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[dipsiven]

Novel method to construct all-graphene macrostructures – The Lifestyle Insider

[genderandhealthhub]

his primer explores how health researchers, policy analysts, program and service managers, decision-makers, and academics can effectively apply an intersectional perspective to their work. It provides an overview of intersectionality; a comparison of intersectionality to other approaches; a rationale for the use of an intersectional approach in gender and women’s health research; step-by-step guidance for integrating intersectionality into research and policymaking; and case studies on violence against women, cardiovascular disease, and HIV/AIDS.

The key assumptions of intersectionality are a) the pursuit of social justice as the main objective; b) the conceptualisation of identity and social categories as multi-dimensional, dynamic, historically grounded, socially constructed, and linked to the macrostructural level; and c) power as central to analysis, as it has a critical role in creating and perpetuating the personal and social structures of discrimination and oppression in the context of a given issue.

Read More about Intersectionality: Moving Women’s Health Research and Policy Forward

[brandonjnelson]

A Perspective On The Essential Organizational Principles Of Music And Their Potential Compositional Implications

Any passage within a piece of music, I think it may be agreed, can be classified in one of four ways: expository, transitional, developmental, or terminal. This represents a basic macrostructural analytic viewpoint. It can be valuable to hear, create, and analyze music on those terms. However, in my view, there are many pieces in which there are really only two valid macrostructural classes:…

[biocheminpics]

Just wanna add some context because @catboybiologist is right that in practice the actual work doesnt look that different. But while that's true, you can categorize what a researcher is doing based on the goal of the research. Though even then there can be some blending.

Biochem - looking at the chemical reactions within biology. Here a researcher will be asking questions that pertain to changes in energy of the biological system. These changes in energy could be in a physical kinematics sense (i.e. physical biochem/biophysics) or more direct chemical energy and quantization.

Molecular Biology - looking at biological behavior at the molecular level that is to say looking at how the molecular substructure interact and organize with one another. From my experience, this usually lacks a discription of the chemical forces underlying the interactions. A researcher will be asking questions pertaining to how various proteins, nucleic acids, fats, etc behave relative to one another.

Genetics - looking at the genetic material specifically. This is one I would call a sub field that blends molecular biology and biochem as it has aspects of both. Here a researcher is going to ask questions pertaining to how the genetic material behaves, stores information, is utilized, etc. But also, it's the progenitor of:

Bioinformatics - which is looking specifically at the information contained within the various -omes (genome, proteome, etc.). Here the questions pertain solidly to the information contained in the genetic material, how it is contained, preserved across species and time, etc.

Cell biology - gets more into biology proper as by this point you're looking at the cellular macrostructures, and, if my understanding is correct, you're looking at whole cell behavior as well. So questions will pertain to those sorts of things.

Physiology - solidly biology as were looking at organism level structures. Questions will pertain to tissue organization, organ structure and placement, organ function, etc.

I feel like these are the, "purest," of the listed disciplines listed as the others are by default blends of other fields, like neuroscience which is neurology, neurochemistry, neuropsychology, neurobiology, etc. And while I was writing this essay I realized you could look at it from a, "how zoomed in are we?" approach. Where, size wise:

Biochem<molecular biology/genetics/bioinformatics<cell bio<physiology

All this to say that, in practice, it's really rare to see someone doing any one of these in isolation.

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[nelc]

Destruction of Vavatch Orbital, by Alex Jay Brady

[civilchhapola]

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[brutulist]

la fin is located in an abandoned cathedral, and i think about all the ways nature creeps in, how it ultimately takes over something that was man-made, and how that connects to the vampires that inhabit its halls, how nature has found a way to creep into their humanness and reclaim the body as its own; yes, vampires are abnormal from a human perspective, but to nature? aren't they part of the cycle?

[kosmik-signals]

Must read for anyone serious about music.

I would suggest reading John Chernoff's African Rhythm and African Sensibilities, followed by Vijay Iyer's PhD dissertation, Microstructures of Sound, Macrostructures of Feel: Embodied Cognition in West African and African American Musics.

To understand rhythm that is not based on a time signature, or better stated, a time signature would be misapplied or misplaced.