Sphere of Winds

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Sphere of Winds covers the causative forces and their manifestations, like gravity or diffraction of light. Winds are expression, influence, movement, measure; force, power, radiation; vector, velocity, speed, displacement, momentum; projection, amplitude, temperature, entropy; occurrence and application.

Winds indicate forces and their dynamics in the context of the inquiry, the invisible things that are felt and known only by their effects, active currents that are shaping the phenomenal world — the vectors or momentum of change, its energy and potential.

This Sphere is about the tangible expression of a principle on a relativistic level, not the principle in its abstract form. It is the felt gravity, not the approximated equation, or maybe the measured diffraction but not the theory of waves. Sphere of Winds serves to signify these causative and expressive engines of this cosmos at play in the fields of their influence.

Frames of Winds

Break of Winds is simply a push, and its application is direct and straightforward. It is also a push that can be felt, and also that produces tangible resistance: you sit in the quiet before sunrise and then out of nowhere there's movement of invisible air felt on your cheek. First trace of bubbles in a cloud chamber, which gives you several ideas at once about the invisible particle that had just produced it, like velocity. You weren't actively seeking it, but now it has registered on your measuring devices, so the invisible becomes felt. Something happened.

Morning of Winds is a trace, a series of measurements was made of something that broke through your instruments' thresholds. The gravity doesn't turn off, apples don't fall back into the sky yet. Observations may not form any patterns, but the data keeps coming in and scatterplots are populating, like gentle gusts of wind, receding, repeating again. Horizon lights up very slowly, and while each new color shade it takes is hard to predict precisely, it's also hard to imagine it'll reverse course from here. Velocity is slow enough that time and duration can be investigated too. There's a persistence in movement, in happening, in invoking of effects.

Ascent of Winds is an increase in amplitudes and frequencies, pushing further, getting louder, and from one previous just broadly identified direction new vectors burst out. What was measured has been remembered, diagrammed, but influences keep branching and fractalling out, propagating further, producing new cascades and ripples, interfering, diffracting, reflecting, rebounding, redirecting, like gas expanding until walls are found. Reactions to this expansion are inevitable and expected, almost as if they were the original purpose of it. Most importantly, now there's enough data for patterns to start being noticed around interactions, but the ever-expanding nature of the cascades produces more, and reaches for more, and more, and more.

Fusion of Winds is crescendo of a convergence, a cacophony of effects that when measured produce a roaring of rocket engines during the countdown before lift-off. There's an identifiable center around which effects are produced, but the amount of turbulence is such that the fate of stability of the system is still not sealed yet, and observed parameters are still increasing in values. Measurements keep feeding new effects into the data, correcting and amplifying others. Designation of the center is still being contested, as meta-information density grows exponentially.

Zenith of Winds is a perfect storm of a forceful autonomous culmination. The whole thing becomes a single interlacing wave, with no clear separation along which movement can or cannot still take place, because it is pure movement expressed by itself at the highest state all prior forces can sustain. It's self-contained, and the single now-stabilized center is the reference point. Producing, observing, measuring is just part of now. All velocities reach maximum values allowed and set up by all previous interactions. The forces applied are not even critical, they are simply allowed maximum here and now, synchronized, singing in resonance as a single causal nexus.

Vesper of Winds is an environmental drag, a carry-over of inertia of Zenith starting to interact with something in external reference frames which could be (and were) ignored up until now. Reactions from environment tug at prior momentum. External effects are buffered, redirected, dissipated, but they start to be a factor of influence on the system, slightly tugging it away from its previous track. Amplitudes and frequencies start decreasing, vectors shorten a bit. Movements and occurrences continue, but begin desynchronizing and wandering around little by little, and faint hints of dissonances start to glitch in.

Twilight of Winds is an uneasy equilibrium, an actively managed process of exerting control that becomes harder and harder to maintain. Speeds decrease, vectors desynchronize. Counter forces become comparable to the system's impulse, which is now running on dwindling reserves, trying to buffer and compensate for slipping coherence. This compensation is a compulsive grip on its own internal structure, a fight for balance against both the weakening storm within and external drag and disturbances.

Abyss of Winds is a pronounced scattering, dispersion, enough to raise questions about current direction, projection or even objective. Whether the environment changed that much, or complexity of the system crumbled too far towards self-negation, is of no matter when a force is seemingly extending already past its limits, exhausted by clutching at old reference frames amidst progressing decoherence, plotting by old maps under a changing sky. Measurements and charts are showing scatterplots again, but in this frame the arrow of action points to them and not away.

Chaos of Winds is a background noise that overtakes a radar. No vector holds long enough to measure, no pattern persists beyond the instant of its recognition. Excited static becomes the signal, the noise, the lack of difference between both. Results of measuring don't make sense in this frame, much like the act of taking a measurement itself. Distinction between internal and external reference frames dissolves, there's no anchor for recentering, no definitions of recentering, no definitions of anchor left. Just blobs of ratios decaying into original natural numbers.

Midnight of Winds is a stall, an aftermath. It's hard to recollect from what's left the sense of what it once was, or what led to it. The fields that carried forces now await in pure potentials. Sparse echoes of what occurred still interact, like rare drops arriving late and sometimes touching the motionless lakes. Their impact is too weak to initiate coherent flows, yet enough to indicate that capacities remain. Nothing moves, but perhaps with enough feedback, everything could move again.

Blink of Winds is a backpropagation, a dreamless REM phase of a system like a physical law. Leftover potentials twitch and realign, meditative tingles of available fields confirm available reactivity. Probing pings fire carefully, as in disbelief at themselves at first. Maybe it's not unlike a foreboding of an already ongoing recalibration, with the same old quanta putting on new hats, now reassembling in different groups, causing little effects on each other, reacting to reactions. Feedback pathways introduce themselves.

Spark of Winds is a test. There's just enough coherence in the force, its field and laws governing them to attempt at producing an effect. And against all entropy, it succeeds. A minuscule promising particle with a defined lifespan has been born. The action is still too small to make any notable difference, and the response even smaller, but the two continue in interaction, validating and reaffirming the original pattern. A hint of potential, the very first instance that is not static.