The Theory of Ghosts, which is how we must refer to the theory that is not Ideal Gas Theory, is an interesting one to discuss. However, we know that, for example (just at random), the flow of air through a combustion chamber is one which takes experimentation.
This fact is worth applying reductio ad absurdum to: we therefore suppose ourselves in any position to an opponent, except an online debate, in which we deny that experimentation is necessary. An anonymous netizen can walk away at any time (we have heard of people who walk away from debates with people they know by multiplying their communication channels, but we assume this is only possible between people who are decidedly not friends). An online debate between people that are willing to consider each other friends might require a lot of patience.
We thus assume two friends, Harry and Arthur, having a braai together. This lekker activity allows South African boys to feel patriotic together. Naturally the words we use have much to do with patriotism. But if we reverse that, and look at where the word everything might jump in, another word jumps at us, as if we're two innocent boys splashing about in the pool, and calling that activity patriotic.
But this puts me at an advantage, for I didn't have rosy cheeks when I last might've been called an innocent boy. In fact, I was about to leave the last home I lived in which had a swimming pool.
And I don't recall swimming with anyone since then who would not have agreed that a swimming pool is shallow compensation for a shit life.
And then we got to hear about strong swimmers, and it was suggested to us that we better get ourselves shit-faced because no pretty girl will have us if we're straight. And when we're shit faced, who can tell if someone is pretty or not?
But now Harry and Arther seem to be in different countries.
'Harry,' says Arthur, 'a wind tunnel is the same thing as computational experimentation, right?'
'Which suggests that experimentation may be dispensed with under certain conditions, correct.'
'That's it. What is it that gets our mouth watering?'
'The recollection of a previous experiment, I suppose.'
'Well, then, does anyone have fun by the omission of experimentation?'
Thus we see the value of trusting friends. There are hypothetical exercises, which some call thought experiments, and then there's the matter of having a dinner party in which we omit modern conveniences.
The thought comes to mind as to what our imagination can't help us build, but we are still within a thought experiment which contains two examples of that.
The steak was only missing lovely buns. Some boys are very bad at what are termed the finishings of a meal, for this takes time.
'That time's better spent elsewhere,' said Arthur.
Harry had tried to be a vegetarian. But being a vegetarian, he began to think, is a matter of making a whole meal out of finishings. Using meat substitutes, he thought aught to be called standard grade. We are told not to live on bread alone as an instruction.
The implication, which is plain fact and not one that's a matter for a pastor to cast his opinion on, is about the easiest way of calling yourself a vegetarian.
'What happened to your noble attempts at boycotting the battery farms, Harry?'
Eat! work! Eat, work, and sleep!
Visiting his friend long after his taste-buds had had a shocking lesson about the enjoyment of fruit, Harry the coffee-squirrel didn't need to mention the rat race.
'It's funny how we get to keep some friends and we're not allowed to talk to others.'
But Harry used to be known as the discursive one, and few believed that anyone could stop him once he started on an explanation. In his house there was something like a polka-dot door, and something which reminded him of robots which entertained children, the latter of which he used to test if the door had any substance.
Going to the other side, he began to dictate; but Arthur began to dose.
'Why not setup a website instead, and send me the transcript?'
Which makes us wonder about literal dictators.
If we take two concentric spheres, the outer of which is not connected to the vacuum of space because vacuums preclude things within them, let alone things within them being connected, and we assume that one side is perpetually absorbing energy and the other side perpetually radiating it, we recall that all things come to an end, and therefore that we need to revise the sentence we've just written to remove the word perpetual (all things come to an end for the bible tells us so).
The spheres are rotating at a constant velocity, as one. The gap space between the spheres can absorb energy, but this fluctuates greatly. The surface of the inner sphere absorbs energy dependent on the conditions of the gap (we assume the inner sphere has no energy of itself to speak of).
How big the number representing a quantity is, depends on the unit we choose; while this is obvious, boys with experience know to repeat certain things until people stop interrupting him to tell him they know it already. The corollary is that Real numbers representing quantities can't be big. But per-capita ratios can seem astounding.
To break a stale-mate might require us to make predictions. Programmers are often required to know when an integer is big enough. At the very least we need to be able to trust the tools, if we haven't made them ourselves, or our informed guesses, when it comes to choosing arrays which represent numbers. For instance, the designers of the Unix operating system, which was a matter of research on machines that were available, built in a lifetime of approximately sixty-five years by making use of a two's complement array of thirty-two bits, to represent system time.
This was reasonable, because once a system is perfected we can safely assume the next version will be worked on. The stop-gap measure of increasing the array representing time to sixty-four bits effectively removes the system time as a factor of the lifetime of the experiment.
Astounding per-capita ratios include what is extracted from the inner sphere, and what is emitted into the gap.
The freedom of every man to do as he pleases is checked by the consideration that some, who prefer to live by the moment, might find the most pleasure in travelling in an endless circle within the gap, or on the surface. The pleasure of travel being in not being required to use one's limbs to effect motion, we can but conclude that idleness begets friends.
Of course, if you had said that to me while I was spending all my spare time endlessly travelling in circles I would have told you that I was doing so in a most energy efficient manner.
I was glad when I learnt to meditate again.
It achieves nothing to tell people what they can and can't do.
Arthur woke up at the bold writing. "Who are the battery farmers?"