Universe got a boundless patience to wait for the life.

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Note: A moment for prose. It is here due to the concept of time-based conversing spiral format (and some additional nice tools). Enjoy.

I have been waiting for my death since the last shift. “This one is the next in line to a charnel” – stated a toneless tired voice above my feet after a creaky bed took away my heavy roommate. When his annoying, previously loud breedle became surprisingly imperceptible, it has also slipped away from the attention of personnel. 

Now, I could focus on my cardiac Monitor. I was afraid to give Him a name, as if it would be an inappropriate exaggeration for the insane surrounding universe. Yet, He was my companion for a long time, being the only persistent sound. We had a complex relationship – sometimes I was begging Him to continue, sometimes I was angry at Him for prompting, sometimes I imagined Him as the conductor of surrounding noises, sometimes conductor of my life, sometimes a part of me, sometimes the only remaining self in an outer world.

Friends and family are not allowed to visit due to a major outbreak and need of isolation. I often felt them, silently standing by my left side, carefully reviewing memories, making sure that nothing important is missed. His rhythm was digging lumps of memories. Clots of my past inevitably dissolved in a shared heap, while being only for a moment under the limelight. Here – sparkling black spread wings of Mantas, flying above the still blue canyon at 30meters deep right after I have lost my camera. Here – dark-red drops and orange light spot, dancing on silver blades closing on paper-white tissue of the cord, connected to my first son. Here – a black helplessness of unsuccessful anesthesia of an exhausted doctor.

Someone adjusted pressure in Ventilator and the pump has blown a new pain my lungs. I hated Him. The hate was pushed into me for a second every 3 seconds since the moment I partially woke up 19 days ago. Hated Him for the infinite pain that he has granted. Hated Him for the hope that He has enforced. Hated Him for the Stockholm syndrome that I have grown in my chest. Hated Him for the fear of feeling the hate at the very last moment of my life.

No! I love him… I love him – just like I love this recurrent sound of the monitor, just like I love everything in my life.

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Space Launches and Deterrents

SpaceX has recently purchased their new floating oil rigs to transform them it into offshore spaceport. One of the potential drawbacks, that people might miss, is impact of sound waves during the rocket launches on marine life. Enormous levels of noise during spacecraft launch are typically up to 180db. Remind you that noise levels in our daily life are about 30db (whispering) to 110db (disco close to a speaker). Levels above 150db are physically harming organic tissues, while 180db is x1000 higher power due to logarithmic scaling. Speed of sound propagation in water is about 3 times higher than in the air (~1,480 vs 343 meters per second). All this means that space launches are not only going to stress and harm animal habitat but expected to be lethal for underwater life over a wide area. Obviously this is not as close as underwater nuke explosions that were banned at 1963, but considering the persistence of events and times that we live in, something must be done here…

Proposal is use of Acoustic Fish Deterrents to withdraw as much marine life as possible from the location and time of launch. There are two main types of acoustic waves used as deterrents – continuous and pulsed. Based on studies, pulsed sound waves are not very much efficient for use for fish withdrawal, but continuous wave can be used for this cause. The signal should start at the location and according to the rocket launch schedule with growing amplitude and act effectively as a moving wall, distancing and saving the marine life.

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Inspired by beauty of our Universe…

Some thoughts about power as a risk…

In signal processing the power of signal is defined by variance of its frequency. If we take our life as a complex signal of occurrences, then variance of decisions we make is increasing a risk, while granting a power as well.

Only variability of our life is empowering us to make radical changes. Not a height, not a strength, not a mightiness, but embracement of a beautiful variety of our life has a power to change the world. This variety comes from falls and rises, from suffering and joy, from knowledge, from travels, from social connections, from ever changing work/family/friends/me puzzle…

A risk, that is nested in this power, brings saturated incorrect decisions, vulnerability, stress, fragility, blindness, insensitivity, shallowness… not a negligible risk.

So if you see a power without a risk, it is a bubble. A very risky one.

 

An important update for this post would be a fact that creation of spectrum rather than specific frequency within same power budget might minimize the risk, like a spread financial portfolio. Think, that there is only ONE maximal performance you you might get based on all possible choices for the given risk level. Can we calculate, how to optimize a work/family/… portfolio and get to an efficient frontier of the life and to maximize our income for given risk of divorce? That would solve problems of Work-Life-Effectiveness.

Funny.