>Again like R. Paul, I think Weil is just using terminology loosely to >allude to Nicolas of Cusa's >idea of the *coincidentia oppositorum*. That very thought crossed my so-called mind while eating my porridge this morning. I had sat down a little late because of a cat immergency and I chalked the occurence of this random thought up to the fact that the temperature wasn't "just right" because I don't even know how to pronounce Latin words and it came out sort of like "coinkidinka positronia" and suddenly I had an inkling I had serendipitously stumbled on a new meson. I was going to name it "potamia", but that sounded too quaint. "Bladderdash" my mind thought as I ran to the restroom and relieved my curiosity. There were particles EVERYWHERE, wondering allowed me to hear them wondering aloud if they were going to be positive or somewhat negative. As they scattered, I grabbed the towel rail for security and stared in the mirror to re-assure myself that I was still "there" and one single, left-behind particle began talking to me. Now, when I say "talking" you know what I mean. Not actually talking, but I intuited what she was saying. "Hey up there, stop staring and listen to me. I have some vital information to share with you." All of a sudden some cool jazz/fusion started to wash over me in a wave/partical duality effect. Aspect would have been proud because I felt what I though the pulses and the interference nodes simultaneously until I realized someone was throwing water on me to knock me out of this stupor. At this moment, I stepped forward and began to fall down the stairs. As I fell, (who knows why) I saw in my peripheral vision, my cat holding a taut string across the first stair. I swear he had a smile on his face, but I'm anthropomorphizing again. He obviously wanted me dead so HE could take the credit for my scientific discovery. I showed him though. My non-belief in gravity alleviated the gravity of the situation and I was prone in mid-air as if frozen on pause. At this moment, my cat, agog, dropped the string and it immediately recoiled into its 27 dimensional arrangement as dog planned it. Now, I'm not saying that I defied gravity, but I certainly made it question its veracity for a few milliseconds. And I definitely turned agog a lesson. Don't fuck with a macho scientist when he's working. recovered with minimal bruising and seriously contemplating a 4 hour drive to Toronto. p ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html