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Sicim kuramına göre, evren küçük sicimlerden oluşur; bu sicimlerin titreşim örüntüleri de, parçacık kütleleri ve kuvvet yüklerinin mikrodünyaya ait kaynağıdır. Sicim kuramı ayrıca, hiç görmemiş olmamızdan çıkardığımız, çok küçük boyutlarda kıvrılmış olması gereken başka uzay boyutları da gerektirir. Ama ince bir sicim, ince bir uzayı sondalayabilir. Bir sicim salınıp yol alarak hareket ederken, fazladan boyutların geometrik biçimi, titreşim örüntülerinin belirlenmesinde kritik bir rol oynar. Sicimlerin titreşim örüntüleri bize, temel parçacıkların kütleleri ve kuvvet yükleri olarak göründüğünden, evrenin bu temel özelliklerinin, büyük ölçüde fazladan boyutların geometrik boyutları ve şekliyle belirlendiği sonucuna varırız. Sicim kuramının getirdiği en kapsayıcı ve derinlikli kavrayışlardan biri budur.
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Sometimes I ain’t so sho who's got ere a right to say when a man is crazy and when he ain’t. Sometimes I think it ain’t none of us pure crazy and ain’t none of us pure sane until the balance of us talks him that-a-way. It’s like it ain’t so much what a fellow does, but it’s the way the majority of folks is looking at him when he does it.
Sayfa 510 - CashKitabı okudu
Okur Takip Önerileri
How do our lives ravel out into the no-wind, no-sound, the weary gestures wearily recapitulant: echoes of old compulsions with no-hand on no-strings: in sunset we fall into furious attitudes, dead gestures of dolls.
Sayfa 491 - DarlKitabı okudu
But Jewel's mother is a horse. My mother is a fish . Darl says that when we come to the water again I might see her and Dewey Dell said, She's in the box; how could she have got out? She got out through the holes I bored, into the water I said, and when we come to the water again I am going to see her. My mother is not in the box. My mother does not smell like that. My mother is a fish.
Sayfa 483 - VardamanKitabı okudu
schizophrenic episode
So I went. I heard that Tull's bridge was gone; I said “Thanks, O Lord, O Mighty Ruler of all”; for by those dangers and difficulties which I should have to surmount I saw that He had not abandoned me; that my reception again into His holy peace and love would be the sweeter for it.
Sayfa 468 - WhitfieldKitabı okudu
One day I was talking to Cora. She prayed for me because she believed I was blind to sin, wanting me to kneel and pray too, because people to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.
Sayfa 468 - AddieKitabı okudu
this is just too good, it is wordless
And so when Cora Tull would tell me I was not a true mother, I would think how words go straight up in a thin line, quick and harmless, and how terribly doing goes along the earth, clinging to it, so that after a while the two lines are too far apart for the same person to straddle from one to the other; and that sin and love and/ fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cam not have until they forget the words. Like Cora, who could never even cook.
Sayfa 465 - AddieKitabı okudu
And when Darl was born I asked Anse to promise to take me back to Jefferson when I died, because I knew that father had been right, even when he couldn’t have known he was right any more than I could have known I was wrong.
Sayfa 464 - AddieKitabı okudu
My aloneness had been violated and then made whole again by the violation: time, Anse, love, what you will, outside the circle.
Sayfa 464 - AddieKitabı okudu
He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn’t need a word for that any more than for pride or fear. Cash did not need to say it to me nor I to him, and I would say. Let Anse use it, if he wants to. So that it was Anse or love; love or Anse; it didn’t matter.
Sayfa 464 - AddieKitabı okudu
So I took Anse. And when I knew that I had Cash, I knew that living was terrible and that this was the answer to it. That was when I learned that words are no good; that words don't ever fit even what they are trying to say at. When he was born I knew that motherhood was invented by someone who had to have a word for it because the ones that had the children didn’t care whether there was a word for it or not. I knew that fear was invented by someone that had never had the fear; pride, who never had the pride. I knew that it had been, not that they had dirty noses, but that we had had to use one another by words like spiders dangling by their mouths from a beam, swinging and twisting and never touching, and that only through the blows of the switch could my blood and their blood flow as one stream. I knew that it had been, not that my aloneness had to be violated over and over each day, but that it had never been violated until Cash came. Not even by Anse in the nights.
Sayfa 463 - AddieKitabı okudu
I could just remember how my father used to say that the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time.
Sayfa 461 - AddieKitabı okudu
In the afternoon when school was out and the last one had left with his little dirty snuffling nose, instead of going home I would go down the hill to the spring where I could be quiet and hate them. It would be quiet there then, with the water bubbling up and away and the sun slanting quiet in the trees and the quiet smelling of damp and rotting leaves and new earth; especially in the early spring, for it was worst then.
Sayfa 461 - AddieKitabı okudu
That’s what they mean by the love that passeth understanding: that pride, that furious desire to hide that abject nakedness which we bring here with us, carry with us into operating rooms, carry stubbornly and furiously with us into the earth again. I leave the room.
Sayfa 41 - PeabodyKitabı okudu
The durn little tyke is sitting on the top step, looking smaller than ever in the sulphur-coloured light. That’s the one trouble with this country: everything, weather, all, hangs on too long. Like our rivers, our land: opaque, slow, violent; shaping and creating the life of man in its implacable and brooding image.
Sayfa 40 - PeabodyKitabı okudu