Worms

What’s worse than biting into an apple and finding a worm?…  Finding half a worm.

Considering the question quantitatively, however, finding something less than half of a worm is even more disgusting… a quarter of a worm, or a tenth, or one-hundredth, or some infinitesimal speck visible only by close inspection. The less one finds, the greater the “yuck” factor. So it would seem that the worst, worst possible case must be at the mathematical limit, which is zero. So the maximally-worst possible case would be finding… no worm at all!

Hmmm…

My university research project predecessors had discovered a worm in their apple. An unpredictable pattern had entered their measurements, and it seemed to appear in random places. It was as if something in the process that was so subtle as to be indiscernible was causing sudden departures into utter chaos.

After months of work, they had quantitatively concluded that there was simply no practicable way to assure a reliable measurement.  I was sitting in a mathematics class when it suddenly occurred to me that they were wrong.

It’s not that the tiniest bits of worms can’t eat the guts out of things. There was a time when I worked with machines that spun like washing-machines-from-Hell, far faster than jet-engines, and precipitously near their structural limits. Merely keeping them from flying explosively to pieces amounted to an entire discipline in itself. And yet, there was an incentive to get them spinning ever faster. A new type of titanium metallic-glass seemed like a promising route.

One early test exploded with such violence as to destroy the instruments that were monitoring it. Others both worked and failed without any apparent pattern. One test would look good for awhile, and then make a sudden “departure”. Another would simply shatter long before reaching working speeds.

It took months for engineers to determine that microscopic scratches in the material were causing the failures, with many of the flaws visible only under a very powerful microscope. Smaller imperfections would simply result in a higher velocity before a more spectacular failure. Only a flawlessly perfect part would have no worm at all.

Bristol University Physics Professor, Micheal Berry, discussed such worms (or in his case, “maggots) as mathematically “discontinuous limits”. These are cases where the mathematics simply don’t work out to the value of the function at its limit. That’s to say that the worm ceases to exist at the point where it reaches the extreme.

A real-world example of this is found in the measurement of “viscosity” (the “gooey-ness” of a fluid) and the amount of “turbulence” (chaotic movement) that it will exhibit. The lower the viscosity of a fluid, the higher the turbulence.  Put simply, this just means that water moving over rocks will be more splashy than the same flow of thick Maple syrup.  Mmm…

However, when viscosity reaches zero (as in “superfluid” helium), the turbulence does not rise to some super-splashy maximum. Rather, it disappears entirely.

Likewise, what my predecessors had actually discovered was how to determine exactly what they were measuring by finding the point at which it became wormy.   Below this limit, the worm disappeared entirely.  And then, all they had really needed was to adjust to a measure appropriate to that kind of non-wormy produce.

To be fair, the problem was a little more complicated than I’m making it out, and it took me more than a year to work out its solutions.  But the misinterpretation of a discontinuous limit had left me with a whole bunch of delicious, low-hanging fruit.


Images from, Clipart Library:
Worm!
Fruit Cocktail Tree.

Tools


According to my WordPress admin page, five-years and near two-hundred posts have resulted in 92 “followers”. So curious about just who’d bother “following” this wandering recreational blog, I spent a few minutes clicking down the list. There are some definite patterns.

About a quarter are writers whom I’d followed, possibly in response. Of those, however, few of the recreational writers (like myself) kept at it for very long, with most of the thought-journal sites having been deleted.   Also, few of the aspiring authors I started following early on are still producing anything, which is in sharp contrast to the “professionals”. Some of those have been more regularly producing content here, and for far longer than myself. And this pattern seems to be regardless of the subject matter or in what ways they’ve been published.

As for those who’ve “followed” me from out-of-the-blue and without even leaving a “liked” article or a comment, about three-fourths fall into various forms of what I’d term the “self-improvement” genre. Never having been big on the self-improvement thing (which perhaps explains much), I nevertheless decided to rummage through several of the sites, curious what they had to say.

Most of it’s the usual… aim high, don’t give up, believe in yourself…  Many also include a spiritual message, usually Christian, sometimes an Eastern/Indian perspective, and a couple of what I’d call either New Age or psychic spiritualism.  Regardless, self-improvement is one of those topics that seems terribly vague to me.

It reminds me of a local teacher who once told me that during his job interview, which took place immediately after an all-night drive with the windows down and the radio blaring to keep him awake, he was asked his definition of “success”. Of course, there’s no easy answer. But too tired, exhausted and hungry to care, he simply repeated the first twenty-seconds of this song, which he’d heard during the drive out. The words are commonly known as the, Serenity Prayer, and he said he thought it might actually have been what got him hired.

The usual contemporary rendering of the prayer goes something like:
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can,
and the wisdom to know the difference.

It’s a rather more poetic and abbreviated version of that used by the American theologian, Reinhold Niebuhr, for sermons he gave in the 1930s. And I think my friend grossly underestimated his intuitive grasp of just why its broad statement was such a perfect response to that question about “success”.

Humans are so accustomed to being sold things that we don’t even question how much is bought reflexively. And the human currency exchanged for what are sold as measures-of-success can be our very selves when we internalize and emulate cultural and social values.

“Meme-theory”, or “memetics”, proposes that this exchange of values is the very basis of culture. The evolutionary biologist and outspoken atheist, Richard Dawkins, has even proposed that these “memes”, or the things that we internalize as values and norms, are subject to natural selection in a way similar to biological evolution. Social groups that express beneficial memes prosper. Groups that don’t, die out.

So what memes are being sold as definitions of success, and how do we become successful? Sorting through those “self-improvement” sites, this is what stood out to me:
• Rising to the top by avoiding mediocrity.
• Following one’s dream or passion by accepting failures.
• Wealth as conveyed by money.

And this is where I’ll simply jump to another story altogether…

Arriving at this week’s Wednesday morning coffee group in a slightly unkempt state due to starting my morning run a little later than usual, I found it unusually lightly attended. Travel, family visits and other obligations had reduced our group to a single table in front of the coffee shop, though we were greeted by a couple of high-powered locals at the adjacent table before they returned to their own business. Notably present, however, was “John”, a local friend whom I’ve previously mentioned here… and here.

Not long after sitting down, my phone vibrated to indicate an email. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t even have my phone on me. But in this case, I was expecting the email and knew that it would need a fairly prompt response. Apologizing for the distraction, I plopped my phone onto the table for a couple of minutes, and then turned it off before putting it back into my pocket.

What kind of phone is that?” John queried. I replied that it was rather old, but that it was rugged and had a big battery that made it good for travel, and that it still did everything I needed it to do. His next question shouldn’t have surprised me.

What’s the single most important thing to you?” he asked. And then he added, “You can give it some thought if you like.” John sees himself as something of a success guru, and I knew this was one of those teacher-interview questions. Regardless, I didn’t need to think much.

Knowing what I want,” I replied.

John smiled.  “So I take it you don’t want an iPhone 10?

I don’t have any use for one.

And therein is the problem with becoming sold on a meme. It ignores what’s important to one’s self.

Always having to be at the top implies a competition, and that doesn’t describe most of one’s life. Is the “best” car, or phone, or selfie an act of personal success, or is it merely the result of having bought into the idea that some arbitrary definition of success is automatic if it’s visible to others?  Mediocrity is only a vice when it describes how we use the tools in our lives.

• Not everyone has a passion. And even if one does, most aren’t pursuant to the practical aspects of day-to-day survival.  The ability to accept failures is indeed important. But failure can also be a signal to move on to something else. The quote often dubiously attributed to Albert Einstein goes that, “The definition of ‘insanity’ is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.

• Wealth and money aren’t the same things. Wealth is a subjective goal. Money is a tool… a means to an end, and not an end in itself. And using a tool, any tool, to reach a goal requires both the understanding and discipline to use it, and knowing what you want as a result.

And knowing what you want isn’t the same thing as buying what’s being sold.  Rather, it’s the “…wisdom to know the difference.”

Photos:
Tools by jesse orrico on Unsplash
House by Ian Keefe on Unsplash

Paradise

Always wished to move as you,
draw our thread together, upward
in this land of windblown ashen dust,
from promised worlds, unmeasured rest.
Absence calls from scattered vanished gusts,
but the air is thin above
your monument in holy newsprint passages,
reminding me that love is patient.

Imprints of intent remain,
move me to know of your resolve
to rise unbound toward airy winter fall,
my missing star among the darkened heavens.
Never gone so far unbound, removed and so alone,
in search of such perspective,
call to me, breathless, come home now,
my one, this witness has been done.

Reconciled in gathering cold,
no other soul that warms me here,
in this atmosphere of whispering clouds

conceals your voice in void and gauzy breaths.
A searching child finds sleep upon these barren pews,
the only church we ever knew,
this Paradise of broken stone and promise,
this place where I have followed you.

 


Yasuo Kato
Yasuko Namba
Kenichi Namba

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