The llama has a name that everybody mispronounces.
"The double 'll', it sounds like 'y'," he patiently announces.
"The single 'l', it sounds like 'l'," proceeds his dissertation,
"And a 'lama' is a holy man of Tibetan derivation.
But what I cannot understand," says he,
"Is why it's not left up to me
To solve a problem that's become the worst case
Of mispronunciation in the history of creation,
And spell it 'yama', like it sounds, in the first place!"
A catholic priest from the Scottish highlands,
Scotus treaded a nonconformist philosophic path,
deviating from the high middle age mainstream,
for his doctrines of realistic beliefs he was maligned.
Digressing from the prevalent dualist tenet of his times,
he denied the distinction between essence and existence,
the abstract concept of living in monism perception
led him to propose the notion of univocity of being.
He countered the contention of divine illumination,
ensuring derivation of precise and pure knowledge,
in situations where the thinking process was fallible,
like the rejection of immaculate conception of Mary.
Proponent of metaphysical introspect contemplation,
for him theology was the practical science of God,
deciding the ultimate union of the liberated soul
with the divine trinity through love in the eternity.
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March 25, 2022
Contest : John Duns Scotus
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick
y Schrödinger equation, mean-field approaches are commonly developed.
A detailed derivation can be found in Dalfovo’s article. The generalization of the
original Bogoliubov description to the physical situation in real experiments is given
by describing the field operators in the Heisenberg:
(2)
Where y (x,t) is a complex function defined as the expectation value of the field
operator and its modulus represents the condensate density.
If we ignored the depletion of the condensate, the time evolution of the condensate
wave function at temperature T=0 is obtained by taking the ansatz for the field
operator and using the Heisenberg equation. Then we can get the Gross-Pitaevskii
equation for the mean field (see some condensed matter physics text books such as by
Chaikin),
(3)
The description of the propagation of noninteracting matter waves in periodic
potentials is straightforward once one has found the eigenstates and corresponding
eigenenergies of the system. If we consider a one dimensional sinusoidal periodic
potential of the form,
It cost all of fifty cents
This treasure from a far
New York, Its derivation
Emily Dickson its creation
I read her poems in awe
One by one I turn her page
Then came across the pencil draw
An angel sat upon
“A little road not made by man “
A masculine
Yet feminine
This angle from afar
Not standing
Walking
Flying
Beautiful yet haunting
Contradicting in all its light
This angel of the night
I wonder about its pose
Prose
Its purpose on the road
I place it back, hence it came
Upon the road, not made for mode
Ever I lay my eyes on its pages
I make sure to sight the angel
Upon a little road
“A little road not made by man “
Emily Dickinson
Love to take words by the hand
and spin them like a carousel
Lift them to the ceiling
and as they trickle
from my finger tips
fall freely
bash and bump
intertwine
join and
separate
Freedom as a dog
who looks as if hes never ran before
frolic in
the summer wet grass
And as the letters hit the page
Form ideas with no lineage
Take a word
that grasps the paper
and holds for dearest life
and just as quick replace
with a family derivation
Paper and ink
joined in union
be gentle
you hold their offspring
in your hand
You can make money with anything.
But the question is, can you derive meaning
From just about every little thing?
A moment in time,
Kept to interpret,
A feeling of mine:
King or culprit?
A stack of chairs,
Has a derivation,
Back to church affairs,
Stacked for celebration.
A Christian party,
Farts as a balloon,
But my mind’s not batty:
I go to the secular atheist room.
My parents answer,
Is not to think to much,
But photographs matter,
To brain and touch.
My view is real,
It focuses with living lens,
Through tragedy’s peal,
By my mind’s Venns.
Rationality makes the frame,
Reason acts in pixels,
My life view is brain,
And my cheese is axels.
It’s Unfinished Business
Knowing so well that you have the answer,
To church, Christian theology and beliefs,
That’s it’s just a mental illness majestic,
That they’re really only sanity thieves.
Shut up by the Youth Fellowship leader,
Who used disability and loneliness techniques,
Under the shelf of nobility, ruined asunder,
By their communication fabric and cliques.
Pleasured by evolution, overjoyed, focussed,
Able to express that meaning to be given,
Wanting to tell the whole story, not discussed,
Of behaviour, choice, sex and genetics, driven.
Going away for a bit, but will come back,
From those debates on creationism/evolution,
It’s unfinished business, the reply yack,
Time will give me my worth and derivation.
Carols let you in on history and its interpretation,
Church thought and theological progression,
Show that people and writers have learnt the lesson,
Not to believe in god so thoroughly and to be of good reason.
We’ve learnt to move the god meme over to reside in derivation,
To human beings, to people and to their postulation,
In derivation to Jesus, as one of these people, an initiator with a motion,
Who wished for humankind that all the ill were given a kinder notion.
Christinna Georgina Rossetti in her hymn of devotion,
Equated Jesus with nature, not nature with Jesus, obviation,
Because the snow came first according to In The Bleak Midwinter composition,
And the ox and ass were enough for the lord, the baron.
She ended with Jesus requiring our all, not god or divination,
By demoting god to a lesser place, a quieter spot by a dumber meditation,
By stating that our own daily lives are relational to the son, not just a projection,
Not a false image of our personalities that we make only for god’s gratification.
Blood is red for vibrant,
Beating and in time,
Rhythmical with vitality,
Resounding in spark and shine.
Zestfulness depends on your blood,
Having it and living by its pump,
With transports plasma around the body,
To clot when cuts scare and could stump.
The zeal we get from red blood cells,
Save from Anemia, Malaria and Sickle cell disease,
And when too many white blood cells accumulate,
Leukaemia damages our tissues, the sleaze.
The heart is rightly denoted,
As the centre from which emanates love,
The essence of the person,
The call that you shouldn’t be above.
The colour red is spritely,
Vibrates energy and drive,
A dynamism which supersedes,
The dirge that sometimes thrives.
When you see an icon,
A symbol, logo or picture,
That's covered in the colour red,
Just remember its derivation structure.
You could say that blood was made red,
By god, coincidence or accident,
But I think that red is the colour of blood,
The true precedent and determinant.
Pity to me will perturb and disturb
What you should do with it is to curb
While much envy will highly invigorate
Create curiosity which can hardly wait.
Without relaxation, love or at least fun
Sooner your life one day will be done
Become unstable and mad without knowing
Develop ADD and forget where you are going.
So do be nobly bold while breaking out
Having half the evils along with some doubt
Find a friend with to share your fear
Cowardly listlessness no longer is near.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
Derivation of Herodotus
Rage the derivation of fury
I sit quietly, like a judge listening to his jury
Eternally stressed, I lay and think of what it might possess
Could it be distress?
No, it is my soul that confess
Eternally obsessed
The stage of my soul will never be expressed
I an in tension
because of my examination
In language there is composition
In english there is comprehension
In maths there is aplication
In physics there is derivation.
In chemistry there is equation
in botany there is respiration
In zoology there is reproduction
In history there is civilization
In civics there is administration
In geography there is occupation
In economics there is consumption.
because of my confusion you all don't miss your examination
AS you all are backbone of your nation.
Let your puzzle
Be the last amongst bereave
As in trying to preserve, I’m sure
It will end with you a hassle.
In life, having all the challenges
Has its own derivation to pulse
Expect them and prepare
Even the worst it may become.
Always consult the Father for Guidance!
PARALLEOGRAMATIC
Four sober quadrilateral equations
were quartered around a rectangular occasion.
No less than a quadrifarious derivation,
are ever admitted to the annual rectangular without libation!
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