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"Killing is Wrong; Murder is Wronger"

June 13, 2005
Since the institution of the earliest human societies, the unprovoked killing of an other person has generally been accepted as something one ought not to do. Every major religion has standard prohibitions against killing without just cause, and every nation built by followers of these religions has laws in place to support that view. On the surface, such laws may seem like common sense, requiring one with even the most remedial understanding of decency to agree and act accordingly. Unfortunately, the reality of the human condition, indeed reality itself, is not so simple, and murder statutes embody far too great a risk of a grievous miscarriage of justice. We will not dispute that killing people is wrong; instead, we will show that the enforcement of outmoded, primeval murder statutes is an even worse crime in our modern times, in light of more recent scientific discoveries.

Imagine, for a moment, you have been arrested, arraigned, and charged with murder of your fellow man (or woman, as the case may be). Every year, tens of thousands of people are subjected to this stressful, terrifying experience in the U.S. alone. If found guilty by a jury of peers, you will at the very least spend the majority of the remainder of your natural life incarcerated against your will in abysmal living conditions, away from your family and home, with the threat of violence seemingly around every corner. But in some states, your fate could be even worse: you yourself could be put to death. Obviously, we would all want to avoid this kind of situation, but is it always possible? Some sources estimate that "at least 10 percent of those convicted of serious and violent crimes are completely innocent." (Mc Closkey, http://www.truthinjustice.org/convicting.htm) While it may not be you or I that suffers needlessly, such a percentage is definitely statistically significant; a given juror is more likely to accidentally condemn an innocent man to death (a one in ten chance) than to roll "boxcars" in a game of craps (one in thirty-six). But with a legal system as nearly perfect and infallible as our own, how can we possibly account for such a discrepancy? For that answer, we surprisingly must turn to modern physics.

With the growing popularity of certain fields within the physics research community, such as quantum mechanics, string theory, and contemporary astrophysics, scientists and mathematicians have stumbled across astonishing discoveries in seemingly unrelated areas. For instance, one field of astrophysics is concerned with measurement of radiation as it shambles through the cosmos. By analyzing readings, certain assumptions can be made with quantifiable statistical assurity about the nature of the Universe (with a capital U). For instance, by reading the patterns of the ambient microwave noise in space, scientists are able to determine that the "shape" of the Universe is relatively "flat" (as opposed to spherical or donut-shaped) and that the distribution of matter throughout is very uniform as scale of measurement increases. The immediate implication is that Space as we know it is in fact infinite. Because the concept of infinity is a very radical one for our finite minds to deal with, and a very difficult factor to quantify, for the sake of this argument we will define Infinite Space as "sufficiently large such that regardless of speed, one could not reach the limit." In other words, it is so mind bogglingly vast that even if it does come to an end somewhere, for all intents and purposes, it may as well never end. We should also define what exactly we mean when we say "Universe" (capital U) and "universe" (lowercase u). If we accept that the Universe (where we reside) had a discrete moment of creation, before which there was nothing of what we know now, then the distance we can see and therefore the amount of the Universe that can be observed is limited by the speed of light. Scientists estimate that the Universe is approximately 14 billion years old. Because of this age, and factoring in the continued expansion of the Universe, we can observe about 44 billion light years in any given direction. This sphere or knowledge, or "Hubble Volume," forms the extents of our Known Universe. When scientists refer to "the Universe," this is that to which they refer. In a more general sense, "universe" would be taken to mean any given Hubble Volume centered at any given point in the infinity of Space. If we somehow found ourselves somewhere hundreds of billions of light years away, we would effectively be in a completely different universe, because none of us would be alive long enough to ever observe anything from the Universe we all know. Now, when mathematicians look at results such as Infinite Space and discreet universes defined by Hubble Volumes, their inner combinatorics statisticians spark to life, and get the wheels of progress turning at breakneck speed; what would happen if we calculated the number of possible configurations of any hypothetical matter in a given universe region? The answer, as it turns out, is that there is somewhere about 10 to the 10th to the 128th power different combinations possible for all known quantum states of matter in such a volume (including non-existence). In a finite universe,this number is so huge as to be basically meaningless. But in the context of Infinite Space, it becomes rapidly clear that if Space is sufficiently large (i.e. large enough to hold over 10 to the 10th to the 128th Hubble Volume universes) by necessity the possible configurations of matter will being to repeat. That is to say, if Space is indeed infinite, then statistics tells us that right now there is at least one other universe EXACTLY like our own, but probability dictates that in reality there will be literally innumerable instances that match exactly, atom for atom. This is not to say that any such identical parallel universe was always exactly like our own, or that in the future it will continue to be, but at any given instance, there is at least one universe that exactly matches our own.

But what, you may ask, does all this scientific babble have to do with the inherent logistical difficulties of properly administering justice? The answer is two fold. First, the obvious logical extension to the existence of identical parallel universes is that there will be at least one universe with an exact copy of you, the reader. And second, there will be doppleganger copies of everyone else, as well. But why are these significant? Let us assume the unfortunate hypothetical situation I described at the beginning came true (heaven forbid) and you were charged with murdering someone. There was copious DNA evidence linking you to the crime, eyewitnesses and video surveillance alike peg you dead on as committing the act, and they find a notarized affidavit, in your hand writing, covered in your fingerprints, hair, and skin flakes stating, "I have killed this person." And then signed with your name. With your business card stapled in the corner. Any sane person would not hesitate to convict, and yet you know you are innocent. The problem here, of course, is that with an infinite number of copies of you in parallel universes, all bearing identical DNA, indistinguishable at the quantum level, the actual culprit could have easily been any of them. It is impossible to know we have found the guilty party; even if we can say with 100 percent assurity that is was Rod Johnson of 123 Fake Street, matching a given description, with a given genetic profile, there is no way for us to know it was THIS Rod Johnson, of THIS 123 Fake Street, in THIS Universe. In addition, if there are copies of you out there, identical copies of the murder victim similarly exist; in a sense, they are not really dead. Sure, in this Universe, and countless others just like it, the victim is dead. But in at least one other universe, and more likely billions upon billions of parallel but not wholly identical universes, they are still alive. And in fact, they have been alive for almost as long as Creation has existed, and probably will continue to exist until all universes, or the Multiverse, comes to some spectacular demise.

Murder statutes must be repealed, and repealed now, before more quantum parallel universe evil twins put innocent men in prison or condemn them to death. By decriminalizing murder, we take a giant leap toward truly understanding the nature of existence, by acknowledging that even when someone dies, they are not really gone at all. They are just someplace else. Or someplaces else.



Works Cited:

"Convicting the Innocent," James Mc Closkey, http://www.truthinjustice.org/convicting.htm

"Parallel Universes," Max Tegmark, Scientific American, May 2003.
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 8:04 am in General

"We both know I’m training to be a cage fighter..."

March 30, 2005
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 4:09 am in General

Birthday Party This Weekend!

March 15, 2005
Date: This weekend, Saturday, March 19th
Time: 7pm - whenever
Where: My apartment.
What: Festivities in homage of the fateful day I was unleashed upon this world.
What to bring: Your bad selves; vegan foods; maybe some juice? presents are welcome but not required. CAKE.
What NOT to bring: Anyone I don’t know (Seriously, my place is tiny); drugs; steak (unless you bring a nice red wine to go with it).

Please note, do tell any of our mutual friends--if I know them, they’re invited. Also, birthday smooches are encouraged. And finally, you should lemme know you’re coming (or thinking of coming); if you need directions, call me, message me, email me, or reply to this, and I’ll see to it you’re taken care of.

I loooooove mah bitches!
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 12:32 am in General

I am not Tre

March 11, 2005
XDuCaTi748SSX: what time is it?
xEARTHIANx: time... to get ill..?
XDuCaTi748SSX: no what time is it>
xEARTHIANx: 21:22
XDuCaTi748SSX: what?
xEARTHIANx: 21:22
XDuCaTi748SSX: what time is it in real shit cause am wasted
xEARTHIANx: (that’s 9pm)
xEARTHIANx: and some change
xEARTHIANx: what are you wated from?
XDuCaTi748SSX: oh it ain’t 9 pm wahtever this ain’t tre this lil wayne
xEARTHIANx: 9:24 pm PST (GMT -8)
XDuCaTi748SSX: we g2g thanx though
XDuCaTi748SSX: bye
xEARTHIANx: whodis?
XDuCaTi748SSX: lil wayne
xEARTHIANx: I don’t think I know you
XDuCaTi748SSX: ya don’w
XDuCaTi748SSX: t
xEARTHIANx: ok, later mang
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 12:30 am in General

She is funny, no?

February 18, 2005
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 12:04 am in General

Round 1... FIGHT!

November 16, 2004
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 2:41 am in General

Images caught on film from a Halloween past...

November 8, 2004

This image had been in my album for quite a very long time, and I enjoyed it for it’s simplicity, and the dark serenity of the old graveyard. My dear friend is pictured here examining a grave. But I was looking at it just today, and I noticed something I had never noticed before... In the background on the right, it looks like there’s somone--or some thing--behind the row of three gravestones! None of us remembers seeing anything there that night.

I have had forensic photographic experts examine the photo, and none of them can properly explain it. A few have tried to assert that it was light reflecting of a particle of dust very close to the lense, but most agree that there’s actually something back there. And based on the angle and distances involved, they can not account for what kind of object or creature would produce this image. Certainly it’s not a human as we know them, and it’s no kind of animal currently accounted for by science.

Additionally, we examined the spot where the object in question would have been situated, and found deep gouges in the tops of the gravestones. They seemed to correspond with some kind of tallon of claw marks, but they do not match up with any known animals. Also, note that the ambient temperature is 2 degrees lower on that spot that every where else within a 10 foot radius.

So is this some kind of creature? A ghost? A demon? Or just a trick of the light on an old camera in a dark place? Only you can decide what you will believe...
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 11:13 pm in General

I can feel the love.

November 8, 2004
"hey you look like yr on heroin in that picture."
"that’s all. don’t message this id cuz it’s not mine really. tell jacob to call me."


Lovely.
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 3:28 am in General

You Know Who You Are.

November 7, 2004
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 6:43 am in General

T-Shirt Designs, Pt. 1

November 5, 2004

front back
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 3:33 am in General

Way more barbarian than you

November 5, 2004






I rock. Seriously.
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 3:29 am in General

Bam!

October 25, 2004
I got my friend to name her goldfish Richard Wagner
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 7:11 pm in General

My Girlfriend

August 8, 2004

Her name’s Stella Piaggio
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 12:27 am in General

HOT DAMN!

August 1, 2004
I just purchased a 1979 Vespa P200-E. She needs a name. Pictures to follow.
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 3:05 am in General

recuerdas

July 25, 2004
goodbye
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 2:34 am in General

The Dilemma...

July 19, 2004
How do you tell a friend that you had a dream about her? And that in that dream, her friend "Tina" busts on you two while you’re messing around. And then Tina tells you guys that your friend’s boyfriend "Jason" is dead? And you turn to your friend and hesitently say "I just had a dream that Jason died..."

Is that the kind of thing you just keep to yourself?
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 10:08 pm in General

It’s been a while...

July 16, 2004
Ok, so I haven’t really been very active here...  But I cut my hair last night. I’ve been cutting it myself for a while now and I think I’m getting pretty good. I just took some pics a little bit ago, so...













Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 2:09 am in General

le sigh

July 2, 2004
oh the one hand is a comforting warmth, accentuated by a strong but subtle melancholy. And on the other is a long and frustration, caused not so much by what Ilost, but rather what never had the chance to be.
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 5:35 pm in General

Last Night: Nascent Reality, in Torpor

June 18, 2004
I was rather surprised to see how cordial and even friendly her demeanor was in interacting with me. Apparently the axiom that Time heals all wounds had some bearing in reality, in this case. Greatly contrasted with the cold look and refusal to speak I was subjected to when last we crossed paths, she was now almost eager to talk to me. Since then, we had been incommunicado, with only our thoughts and memories; she had moved several times; she had had her heart broken again; she had gained and lost 3 or more jobs. And now somehow all these hardships and goings on had made her more willing, more receptive.

We sat face to face, very close to each other. We were talking for a short while. I don’t remember what we talked about at all, up to this point, and I don’t think it really mattered. I was just staring at this beautiful woman I had almost made my wife. All that seemed a lifetime ago... She had gone back to blonde. There was just the slightest hint of a light brown at her roots, but it looked good. her bangs were substantially longer than she had historically kept them. In the back is was much shorter than up front, and she had it up in bobby pins, so that the hair would splay out in every direction, in discrete sections. This was a good look on her. She had lost some weight, too. I had a suspicion this was from poverty and depression as much as anything else, but she had a healthy glow to her. Perhaps that was an illusion of the way her smile lit up her face; that was a good look for her too.

I began to lean in closer to her as we talked. "I missed you so much." No other thought nor concept held any sway in the recesses of my mind at that point. I could see her look down at her lap, with a small smile on her face, as she took on the faintest hint of crimson. She then looked up at me with her eyes, her head unmoving, with that familiar loving look she had given me so many times in some other reality which only existed in history books; the look she had perfected while spending time with me, when I would tell her beautiful things no one had ever told her, but she had always deserved to hear.

Now I was in so close our faces almost touched. I reached out both arms, and pulled her close, so that I felt the soft warmth of her chest against mine, and her silken cheek on mine. My lips were by her ear, and I whispered feeble words to try and explain a million and one things, built up over years, so complex as to be unfathomable, yet so simple a small child could grasp the concept.

I pulled back and we looked into each other’s eyes. It was at this point we realized we wanted to be together again. It was inevitable that it would happen. Caught up in the moment though we were, she managed to keep one foot pragmatically anchored in cynical reality. "We won’t repeat any of our mistakes from the past. It’s just you and I from here on, or forget about it."

I nodded to this in earnest agreement. She seemed apprehensive and skeptical, searching for some reassurance that she wasn’t setting herself up for a huge crushing blow once again. But the truth of the matter was that I would sooner cast myself off a bridge into freeway traffic than hurt her again. I hoped the fervent look on my face would project this emotion, but she was waiting for something more explicit. "I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since..." I made a few calculations and went over a time line of events and dates in my head, "since january."

She donned a look which reflected her understandably jaded skepticism. "That sounds like a line to me."

"January 1998!" After I said it, I realized it was a mistake. In citing the whole time I had known her, I’d also described the period in which we had hurt each other so very many times, and I knew this was how she would take it. "Look," I said, "there is no one else on the face of the planet I love more than you. There is nothing--nothing--I wouldn’t do for you if you asked it of me. I love you and I miss you and I need you."

That was that. We held each other for a very long time, amidst intermittent tears and gentle kisses on faces and necks. She would be visiting Chicago very soon, but she would return shortly, and we would begin the task of getting to know each other again, rebuilding trust, be just being there for each other, as friends.

---------------------------------

And then I woke up.
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 1:15 pm in General

Um... >_

June 13, 2004
Ok, so this porning I got some spam for a porn site. Now this is not so weird in and of itself, but the message body was just... well, here it is:
For many chilredn, joy cmeos as the result of mining smoething unique and worndous about thmeseevls form smoe inner shaft.
For whateevr is truly wodrnous and fearful in man, never yet was put into wdros or bokso. Fear of failure must neevr be a reason not to try stoemhing.
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 12:52 pm in Quotes

Public Service Announcement

June 4, 2004
Did you know that gays are bad? Luckily, Jesus Comics comes to the fucking resuce again (and none too soon!) to help "keep our children [from] being brainwashed and force-fed the lie that gay is good," as well as "to block this gay wave rolling into our classrooms." Thanks, asshole!
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 9:14 pm in General

The Truth of the Fucking Matter

May 29, 2004
hate television: I can’t believe you don’t like Donnie Darko though
xEARTHIANx: that movie’s crap
hate television: your face is crap
hate television: that movie is awesome
xEARTHIANx: it was very avant garde
xEARTHIANx: which as we all know is french
xEARTHIANx: for pretentious
hate television: hahaha
hate television: you’re just jealous, because Donnie Darko is five to ten times cooler than you
xEARTHIANx: I am 12 Donnie Darkos, condensed and refined / All the cool extracted, and left the crap behind
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 3:42 am in General

And in Conclusion...

May 26, 2004
Getting out of that car tonight was one of the hardest things I’ve done in a very long time.
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 4:06 am in General

Crisis Mode

May 14, 2004
I just remembered what it’s like
to be with someone you love
After so very long
struggling to cling to the memory
Unable to see the obscured image
Unable to feel the now numb sensations
like a distant dream
You’re sure it felt so real,
but you can’t recall why

But I remembered
Crisis Averted

But that old recovered memory
A rellic from the neglected past
Like a faded photo album
Has lost some of its lustre
And instead of the warm feeling
of sleepy days and restless nights
I’m just disappointed
With myself, with my life,
that I let everything go
Repeating the same pattern of hurt
time after time
with everyone I ever got close to
Realizing only too late what I’d lost
and that I desperately wanted it back
And that every move I had made
from that fateful moment onward
was a wild grab at attaining it again,
arms flailing mindlessly to keep my head above water
But, of course, I fucked it up.
Every time.
Of course...
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 2:04 am in General

Hypothetical Reality

May 11, 2004
I’m always sad
The past few days I’ve been very excited and almost happy because my friend was coming down from Canada. That’s the only thing that’s really gotten to me in the past week or so
but she couldn’t come
she would’ve been here tomorrow
and I can’t tell you how fucking close to tears it made me at the idea of having someone to fall asleep next to. Or how close I am now that I realize that of course there wont be
I had this idealized image of being happy with someone there to talk to and fall asleep next to, and wake up with. And just someone around. Someone to just be there. Didn’t matter what we did or said. And it was almost romantic, this interaction between she and I, but without the same kinds of social attachments or sexuality or those kinds of things
in this world which never existed
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 3:05 am in General

Symphony in C

May 7, 2004
For just an instant I lived that hypothetical moment in my head: Picking you up and spinning around a few quick cycles, and then we tumble onto the couch. And we’re raising a din, an excited ball of laughter and fervent screams. As your hair settles, it picks up a gleam from the rays of the sun through the window, and your eyes glow from behind it as you look up at me with a smile. And I have this stupid grin on my face, because if you ever smiled at me I couldn’t help but beam it back at you, along with all the affection welling up inside of me. And then I give you a little kiss on your perfect, glowing cheek, and we hold eachother close because it just feels so good to have you there...

To have someone. Anywhere.
Posted by Ragnar Krighammar @ 5:05 am in General