I should not be doing this

The main reason is that I am 75. I should be in a nursing home instead of striving 24/7 to improve democracy to fulfill the Primary Moral Imperative.

For more than half a century, I have believed in Timism to be a Periodic Table of Existence. Timism is a Rosetta Stone that unites different objective schools of facts.  It is a heuristic tool par excellence. It is a clutter cutter for one wanting to find the simplest objective understanding of an event, especially a time-wasting problem.

I have always withheld many insights because of the potential for malevolent misuse. In 1980, I recognized democracy as the means to safeguard these unshared insights. I wrote books foolishly thinking politicians only needed to see the benefits of democracy. But, they already knew this, instead, choosing greed over human need. In 1989, I did a beta-test of brainbees with my company's employees using Touch-Tone phones (prompting a letter from AT&T to not use their copyright).

For the puzzles of life, Timism reveals the basic universal pattern cut by the master jigsaw cutter: Time. The vocabulary of the various schools of thought are the thin veneer upon the puzzle pieces cut not uniquely but uniformly. If one understands the basic dynamics, one can apply one solution to a parallel position on a different veneer pattern: Acupuncture Morality.

Iceland is my last hope for sharing Timism's secrets. One secret is that I know better than most, if not all, the nature of thinking and how to think. Thinking how to solve problems is my hobby. I also think I can make a convincing defense of the following theses:

  1. The linear speed of light is an epiphenomenon of the rotational speed and precession angle of the basic particle.
  2. E=MC2=hf: (After 1905, Einstein muddied the waters of understanding life.)
  3. Gravity is a mechanical push, not a mysterious pull force.
  4. Resolve the Yang-Mill Paradox, i.e., by analogy, nine pennies becoming almost ten dollars.

The last three are predicated on the first.

In the mid-1970s I spent two years paging through and reading the encyclopedia of physics to see if my theory of physics "Spinbarism" held water. Please recall my academic record of cum laude in just over two years and one semester of seven courses ace'd for 24 credit hours (transcript). Sadly, in some ways, my ability to regurgitate the details to substantiate the above conclusions declines with each passing year as well my inclination.

Timism reflects how I have always thought in some endeavors that those who travel alone travel further, farther and faster. Fame and fortune are impediments to a true, pure free thinker. Individuals define and committees refine. (This was akin to how I paged/read the World Book Encyclopedia 5 times by age 8. Or, studied historical empires.)

Timism began as a study of how the brain works to learn and to memorize, initially called ROI (rate of integration). In graduate school, I realize that our thoughts had time values as to our existence. It was a beautiful epiphany as I was watching the setting sun. I re-focused my thinking on the time value of all things. Time is the thread in the fabric of life ... the gravity of existence.

From my obsession with thinking, I think I can offer an additional insight into the nature and treatment of PTSD as well as many counseling schools of thought. Overall, if you make it a point in life to have a true friend (freond, a freeing person from Middle-English), you will never need a paid friend.  A true friend frees you from problems and worries. I have been lucky to have had eight friends for whom I would die.

Because most people judge me by my appearance--not content of character, I am free of their on-going unpleasant interactions. I am an old fat man because my hobby is thinking, not exercise. I can go catatonic in igknowance of everyday life for days on-end focusing on and researching an issue. Worsening others' first impression is my memorable high-pitch remnant of a speech impediment. I am not material for a Hollywood leading-man role.

Timism has been a long slog. I dislike it more and more. Each morning to rev up the needed motors of motivation, I gulp down a glass of tepid coffee poured the night before.

I have always said the price for my ultimate knowledge is not funny numbers on funny paper but is democracy. I don't know everything and I don't know how to save the world, but I do know the means to reverse our accelerating, synergistic existential meltdown. This is a closed loop. As more people worry about the future, they develop the "refugee camp syndrome" of not caring about anything but water, food and shelter. I am afraid I won't die before World War III.

I should not be doing this, also, because I am supposed to be in an operating room. In mid-2024 I was diagnosed with an aortic aneurism and a failing mitral valve. I stopped the pre-opt procedure because I knew I would not return to Timism if I was away for more than a few days.On a two-week odyssey including an eight-day trans-Atlantic voyage on the QM2, I was glued to the keyboard. I saw little of London. I don't have a life. Timism has my life. Ask my wife. Each day requires juggling several related thoughts from the previous day to go forward. Out-of-sight is out-of-mind. One day I won't care about Timism because I won't remember what I was doing.

I am lucky to value something bigger than my own life, a value held by millions who gave the last full measure: Democracy.