Friday, 15 April 2011

In a nutshell

'I could be bounded in a nutshell, and consider myself a king of infinite space' Hamlet says to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern adding, darkly, 'were it not that I had bad dreams.' A king of infinite space! Hamlet is quite literally frightened out of his own mind. Sadly he is not alone. Is it only in our heads that space is truly infinite? All that space yet Hamlet could not find a hiding place. Posted comments from N and J and E got me musing about crystalline universes in miniature and about how patterns repeat over and over to the point that they may as well be infinite. I am not quite through with winter ice just yet.

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