Sunday, August 12, 2012

Iron's Irony


But for iron?  There is nothing beyond iron!
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Here's a song about some stuff I'm holding in my hand. It's an element of metal... near as common—made from sand.
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It's as used as it is common... somewhat vulgar, mean, and rude. Oh sure, it changed your history, caused much pain—but grew your food!
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See, it's simmered into plowshares. It's been folded into swords. It's used for span in bridges over valley, bay, and gorge.
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It's cage, and gun, or printing press; it's built our structures high—so high they sway in winds like sails while scratching at the sky! It made its mark in history. It's even named an Age—called the "Age of Iron" as it's written on the page.
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For all its notoriety... it is humble now these days, un-reflected and forgotten, though it's wrought in charming ways. ...Forgotten is the *magic* of what happens when it's made, so this element of IRON earns respect it's NOT been paid...
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Though yes... perceive pure magic. It's a miracle's been made where there's something "GOT for nothing." Yes! Nothing's what's been paid! Our physics are depleted, and so is what we "know."  Iron has a "quality."  It is the "seed" that's sown.  The eggheads walk around it—gloss it over, and pretend—that the physics are beyond us, "just at present," they'd contend.
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Do they miss a "bigger picture" in their aggrandized denial? Does "one plus one" make "three" with Iron; is shock so stern and final? "One plus one makes three (!) with Iron"? It's heresy I speak! "A free lunch is *immoral* and *offensive* (!?)—it can't BE"! Conversely, Iron's miracle: it's the provenance enjoyed, from ships to shoes to sealing wax... to cabbages, and... Freud.
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You owe it your existence; it produces ALL you are. You owe it your reality; that's not a bridge too far. You owe it your survival; it's the draftsman of your dreams. It's Iron making possible every THING that's dead or breathes!
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It’s the reason that there's cobalt, or there's nickel, copper—zinc. It's the reason for selenium... Rush's platinum bathroom sink. A creator of ALL after it—a womb of stellar fusion—it's here is where the magic's made. I assure: it's no illusion.
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Iron's cooked in monstrous stars. It's the last thing made by fusion! It's here the magic shall occur, the result of a contusion. See, it takes a star's tremendous size and burning very brightly to degenerate the silicons that "fuse" for Iron's, *Icy*...
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Sand is "fused" together for this miracle of Iron. One plus one makes two you'd think (?)—but watch the magic happen!
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The Iron is more special than the stuff that made it up! One plus one is *more* than two; it's fact, you look it up!
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What is changed (?) in property (?) exceeding "sums of parts"? What cosmic free lunch oddity gives eggheads fits and starts? How does Iron cool big stars, and suck up all that fire? The star begins to fall into ITSELF! Then, gods conspire!
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The star shrinks in contraction towards the center of its point—the acceleration's hellish and it's time that slows—the point. A place is reached where it gets *hot*—many billions of degrees, protons and electrons charge neutrinos—cosmic sleet! This rain of fierce neutrinos bastes new Iron fusion made, and all remaining elements are prepared as Iron's braised!  See, abruptly sucking "heat" up like a cosmic cube of ice, it's Iron makes the star go out, and it implodes—a vise!
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The fall is monumental, the acceleration's hellish; matter's packed together in an angry blistered anguish!  The fall's so fast that time is slowed, and speed is kicked up, fast; its force is irresistible... ...then it meets itself at last!
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...Rebounding comes explosion that the *physics* still demand. The star "explodes"—read "fuses"— "elementals," understand?  ...Everything from helium to 'unoctium is fused...  from matter that is tortured and tormented, read abused!   Consider: ultra-violence un-imagined that contrives—to SCATTER all that contentsall the stuff that we'll desire! ...And from the gas and chunks of rock—and metal bits galore—new suns are born to light the sky... ...around them planets form...
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On these planets carbon stews, and seeded from the sky? The life that's all around us starts to live, evolve—and thrive!  The Iron coalesces into stuff supporting you, and with ironic sentience, you observe its pristine truth. ...Stuff happens out of nowhere, a result of Iron's seed, and so explains these words you read—Iron's gift to you, from me.
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What's this to do with UFO's? Well, Iron made them, too. They're closer to the answer, to that "free lunch" I construe. They've likely watched it happen—put the process to their use—understand its implication, so for us?  We've no excuse!
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Something comes from nothing, and the proof's in singing stars. Iron's in the magic that is made to color Mars. The redness of the dirt is such to teach us, as it must, that it MAY be we spin our wheels to work for dross and dust. If Iron is the way God rolls in every place but here, then it may be we work too dear to stay this course we steer.






Iron is still a light element, actually. It is lowly positioned in a periodic table we humans use, perhaps, to help us reinforce our infuriatingly pathetic and arrogant—obstinately maintained—ignorance... regarding the world in which we live. This would be an especially vile ignorance regarding our inability to grok stuff in the aggregate multi-verse without the invariable malice aforethought...  See, it's all "bigger" than we knew, know, or can know, eh?  Gawd, but we're stupid and worse than that, we're "stupid" knowing better.  That's what I mean by "malice aforethought."

Beyond the suppositions regarding conclusions of the aforementioned ignorance? A silicon atom fuses with an adjacent silicon atom to produce noble Iron in stars bigger than human imagination!

Forgetting for a moment its extraordinary potential in an equally "magical" magnetism... Iron also has an elusive physicality that may not be fully appreciated. See, as Iron is produced in these mind-numbingly monstrous stars, a produced-from-nothing 'ability' materializes in the newly formed gargantuan Iron crystal at the center of that star—as if by sorcery—to magically suck up the ambient heat in a profound and mysterious way.  Where does the heat go?

Verily, this instantaneous and newly formed heat sink, where none was before, sucks up heat exponentially like a big cake of dry-ice suddenly appearing at the center of a campfire! The "fire" goes, decidedly and abruptly, out.  Begins the productive apocalypse!

With regard to the star? It was the anxious activity of a furious fusion fire keeping trillions upon trillions of tons of degenerate matter aloft in the star's ablating and inflated atmosphere in the first place!  It's abrupt cessation consequently causes an implosion as the previously expanding energy, the energized matter allowing for the stellar inflation at all, suddenly has nowhere to go... but down.



Said stellar matter is crushed to a central point at a speed approaching the speed of light...*...and then, at last—the terrible "irresistible force" meeting the equally terrible "immovable object," its own self— there comes the titanic and re-percussive explosion, an explosion transcending time, space, and as I said, imagination.  The accelerated matter hits the center point and... well, "rebounds" won't do the production justice...

...It is in this terrific and titanic if rebounding explosion that all the rest of a material reality is hammered out and wrought—fused into being—all that is known and unknown, all that was, is, and will ever be. From a lover's lips to huge war ships, reader—scattered to hungry space... all a result of the creation of Iron.

Spider Robinson, humanist and writer, once wrote: "God is an iron." I would amend that slightly to say that God probably IS Iron. But for the miracle of Iron's creation as a creator, all that we know, will know, and will NEVER know, would simply cease to be.

...From ships to shoes to sealing wax
to cabbages, and... Freud.
 
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