I’m a verbal construction worker. Frankness is my specialty. My vision for this website is Science Camp so I'm always on vacation, but I write to build public knowledge not private profit or personal preference.
New construction work is always in-progress, but Articles without "under construction" notices in them are finished, and amendments, if any, are noted in comments.
The views expressed on this website are mine, and nothing I say will ever be "co-signed" by a higher power, because omniscience can’t co-sign any ignorance. Nevertheless, I seek to find the Divine Design with my thought-projects.
"That's nice, Frank, but physics is a serious business, which makes a reader wonder why--if you want to be taken seriously--you make science personal and risk undermining your credibility with some seriously odd, offputting, and, quite frankly, conflict-triggering content?" is a question I thought I should answer up-front, since this is a science blog, of course, but it's inextricable from what a modern-day Carl Jung might call the "Me, Myself & Irene" individuation process for...whatever sort of individual I am...and psychology is also science.
Regarding how my writing style impacts my credibility, according to my critics, I am a figment of my imagination. My harshest critics have literally bet the funny farm on their professional conclusion that my understanding of who I am and what is right and what is wrong is the product of a mental disorder! The nice young men in their clean white coats--the selfsame scientists who say that consciousness arises from matter--ALREADY CAME 💦 ha ha and took me away ho ho to the funny farm hee hee AND to jail but I walked out the front door of the morgue and I brought God into the state so they ordered me out and gave me five years of supervised writing therapy to do and 10 years later here I am writing all by myself without their heeelllppp lolol. So should I seriously care if All the Critics U Love in New York pan my writing style? After all the doubts I've overcome, being re-doubted only makes me redoubtable!
“We are not physical beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a physical experience.” —Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
There’s one more thing you need to know about me: I have a gender-fluid mind.
When I’m having experiences, I am “in my body,” which means that I am a female person living on a timeline—The Timeline—of Reality.
But when I am trying to connect the dots in retrospect to explain the significance of events that I experienced or learned about, I am “in my mind,” and unless the event I am “dreaming” about happened to my body (some events happen to the body, but other events happen only to the mind, e.g., someone bearing false witness, and all sorts of other Injustices that “hit” out of the blue without physical force), I will often “think like” I am male, not female.
I can’t explain exactly why—no one can “explain themself” like that—because “being” is all that it is possible to “do.”
But I am certain that the genesis of my mental identity shift was monster-fighting, and it was as Friedrich Nietzsche warned in the book "Beyond Good and Evil": "if you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you."
In 2023, I re-named myself Frank, after Frank the giant bunny rabbit in the movie “Donnie Darko,” because of my superlative (read: rabbit-holey in the beginning) Apocalyptic vision, which began on 8/28/2010 when “People are dying to communicate” was miraculously written on a blank email of mine.
Since then, I’ve been of Frank the giant bunny rabbit mind (digging my way out of rabbit holes I dig), which raises a question about "Donnie Darko's" ID, and the answer is that it's not up to me what other people see when they look in the mirror.
What About Bob? DR. MARVIN: You think he's gone? He's not gone. That's the whole point! He's never gone!