Report on Tait's Lecture on Force
Ye British Asses, who expect to hear
Ever some new thing,
I’ve nothing new to tell, but what, I fear,
May be a true thing.
For Taft comes with his plummet and his line,
Quick to detect your
Old bosh new dressed in what you call a fine
Popular lecture.
Whence comes that most peculiar smattering,
Heard in our section?
Pure nonsense, to a scientific swing
Drilled to perfection?
That small word "Force," they make a barber’s block,
Ready to put on
Meanings most strange and various, fit to shock
Pupils of Newton.
Ancient and foreign ignoranee they throw
Into the bargain;
The shade of Leitnitz mutters from below
Horrible jargon.
The phrases of last century in this
Linger to play tricks-—
Vis Viva and Vis Mortua and Vis
Acceleratrix:—
Those long-nabbed words that to our text books still
Cling by their titles,
And from them creep, as entozoa will,
Into our vitals.
But see! Tait writes in lucid symbols clear
One small equation;
And Force becomes of Energy a mere
Space-variation.
Force, then, is Force, but mark you! not a thing,
Only a Vector;
Thy barbèd arrows now have lost their sting,
Impotent speetre!
Thy reign, O Force! is over. Now no more
Heed we thine action;
Repulsion leaves us where we were before,
So does attraction.
Both Action and Reaction now are gone.
Just ere they vanished,
Stress joined their hands in peace, and made them one;
Then they were banished.
The Universe is free frown pole to pole,
Free front all forces.
Rejoice I ye stars—like blessed gods ye roll
On in your courses.
No more the arrows of the Wrangler race,
Piercing shall wound you.
Forces no more, those symbols of disgrace,
Dare to surround you:
But those whose statements baffle all attacks,
Safe by evasion,—
Whose definition, like a nose of wax,
Suit each occassion,-—
Whose unreflected rainbow far surpassed
All our inventions,
Whose very energy appears at last
Scant of dimensions:-—
Are these the gods in whom ye put your trust,
Lordlings and ladies?
The hidden potency of cosmic dust
Drives them to Hades.
While you, brave Tait! who know so well the way
Forces to scatter,
Calmly await the slow but sure decay,
Even of Matter.
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Force Behind The Power
(stevie wonder)
Since the beginning of all lifes beginnings
Right at the very dawning of the sun
Any and everyone had cause and reason
For in good all good is done
Now down in every heart there are two forces
One is for the wrong, ones for the right
But never do you have to fear with this as armor
For good always wins the fight
Whats that force behind the power that wakes you each day
Whats that force behind the power that chases eavil away
Whats that force behind the power that puts a smile on your face
It is love, pure love, it is love
In every book of truth it has been written
That we are measured by the things we do
If for the good of all is what you like doing
Then all that good will come to you
That doesnt mean you have to be a rich man
You could be a person living on the street
But if you give but only words to lift someone higher
Then a heart of gold is what you will be
Whats that force behind the power that wakes you each day
Whats that force behind the power that chases eavil away
Whats that force behind the power that puts a smile on your face
It is love, pure love, it is love
Whats that force behind the power that makes you willing to share
Whats that force behind the power that for a lost soul youre there
Whats that force behind the power thats not to busy to care
It is love, pure love, it is love
Not trying to preach about it, but no one can do without it
Whats that force behind the power that will lend a hand
Whats that force behind the power when others cant yes you can
Whats that force behind the power its greater than any man
It is love, gods love, it is love
Whats that force behind the power that tears walls down of hate
Whats that force behind the power that is never too late
Whats that force behind the power that forever will wait
It is love, gods love, it is love
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A mere thread
You were not mere a thread
There was so much to read
You kept us loosely connected
We remained together and acted
You were real cementing force
There lay a wide open course
You had it deliberately chosen
The relation remained warm and not frozen
There has to be some one who can balance
He can assert the authority in presence
There is urgent need to keep all together
You are true force and provide a breather
I wish everybody to have some invisible force
There may not be any cause for pain or remorse
It may be avoided with valuable advice
There may be peace and lie will be spend with ease
The head of the family may have same role
He is there as balancing force or neutral pole
Every one feel secured with no worry at all
He is towering strength and impregnable wall
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Collectivity
A force exerted, some forces push it
And some oppose it. Pro-forces overcome
Or succumb to the opposing forces.
Thus successes or failures emerge.
In a team either you float or you sink.
21.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Brief life-story of God
In the beginning
Owing to extreme gravitational force
God's heart was tending to squeeze more and more
But mass and space of anything can't be nil
As a result an outward force was created
This inward and outward force
Is the cause of heartbeat of God
That made the sound "Allah" repeatedly.
Suddenly God thought what is Allah
And God began to know Himself.
At one point of time God thought
It would be better if He had a lover
So He wanted to split Himself into two pieces
As a result the body of God exploded
And it turned Himself into tiniest particles except His heart
And that was God's one and only mistake
For which He felt the maximum physical pain
Then the tiniest particles gathered around God's heart
Because of gravitational force
Thus God's body looked like the same again
But with more knowledge, power and potentiality.
Even God forgets some things
Because there's not enough space
To store God's memory of infinite time.
That's one of the reasons why
God's pen has written down every important thing.
In the end
The righteous will be in paradise
And the sinners will be in hell
Then after zillions of long years
Same things will begin to repeat
In paradise, hell and everywhere else in the universe
But none of us will remember the days that will repeat
So every single day will seem brand new day to us.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Is force the God?
There is a force in the Universe, no doubt.
It moves the animate and the inanimate;
It moves every life, the life force.
Do you call this force the God?
Then why do you prostrate and propitiate?
What need to sing and praise?
This force is beyond your adulations.
28.12.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Power Rangers Wax Music
4 wax figures
Brought to life
To protect the earth from evil forces
They will be given the status of heros
The power from within to defend
Known from this moment forward as....
Power Rangers Wax Magic
BRIDGE
Go go Power Rangers
Go go Power Rangers
Power Rangers Wax Magic
Let the force of goodness flow through you
Bring you alive
To hear our call
Go, go Power Rangers
Go, go Power Rangers
Power Rangers Wax Magic
Depending on you tonight
Each one gifted with weapons and a force from beyond the stars
They are something no normal man can understand
Once just wax and make-up
Now they are the choosen ones
The flesh we all must depend upon to save us
Get ready for the world's newest line
Power Rangers Wax Magic
REPEAT BRIDGE
Behind the sillest of eyes
They are watching over us all
Always ready to answer the call
And take the fall
Live waxen heros
That no one can beat
Power Rangers Wax Magic know no defeat
REPEAT BRIDGE
Hidden deep inside a museum of lovely artworks
There is hidden the secret of their power
Led by the the myterious Doe Devain
They will fight together as one
A supernatural force for good
On our side forever more
Power Rangers Wax Magic will not let evil score
REPEAT BRIDGE 2X
© 2006 RAMONA THOMPSON (All rights reserved)
poem by Ramona Thompson
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Ceate a spirit
As you go through life you create a spirit, a force of attraction, as an adult a great deal of what you do in the process of individuation (and in therapy) is weed out the bad programming, the no longer useful attractor patterns of your past, while at the same time you expand on the attractor patterns that are beneficial for your expansion and for the emergence as well as the cultivation of latent forces in you, the more actively you engage in this, the more you make a path of least resistance for others, that is you positively influence others while you ad to the culture. The best results of this is that you give the children of your and future generations a better start, they go through life more free from outdated and destructive forces and more able to recognize as well as express the life affirming forces in themselves.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Destiny the Driving Force
Destiny is controlled by the mighty gods.
It swirls like a massive whirl pool.
No mortal being can escape it's hold.
Destiny controls our every action.
Destiny makes sure we take the right path in life.
Without a person taking a desired path the universe will go out of balance.
Balance of fate is essential.
The thread of destiny is so tangled that's why destiny is so uncontrollable by mortals.
Destiny goes around and around.
It never stops swirling.
Such an active force.
Mortal beings can't control what happens to them.
If it's negative or positive.
Destiny and fate are the same thing.
They intertwine when two people are in love.
Destiny carries people to their purposes in life.
It's a driving force.
Scientist can't figure it out.
It's the most complex thing second to the universe.
poem by Vega Destiny Star
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The idea that Anarchy can be inaugurated by force is as fallacious as the idea that it can be sustained by force. Force cannot preserve Anarchy; neither can it bring it. In fact, one of the inevitable influences of the use of force is to postpone Anarchy. The only thing that force can ever do for us is to save us from extinction, to give us a longer lease of life in which to try to secure Anarchy by the only methods that can ever bring it. But this advantage is always purchased at immense cost, and its attainment is always attended by frightful risk. The attempt should be made only when the risk of any other course is greater.
quote by Benjamin Tucker
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The Homeland Attired In The Chasuble Of Nerves…
A muscle is a muscle, and nothing else,
It is armed forces, power and weapon.
And the nerve of the muscle can
Ascend the mounts of reason…
It resists the power of the assault,
And the invader, too, seems exhausted.
Power is power, and force is force…
It ploughs even the mountain slopes.
A muscle is a muscle, and nothing else,
It is weapon, armed forces and power.
The troops of those muscles,
The muscles themselves
Make a very durable armor.
Muscles protect veins –
The current of life and being,
The willpower’s invisible shield.
The muscle of the heart
Is always on duty,
The pendulum of breath
Never tires out,
And the sound nerve
Encourages and inspires
All the virtues and merits
Of the universe…
A muscle is a muscle, nothing else.
The muscular world storms and rages,
And the sensitive wave of blood
Drills even the leaders and sages.
O muscle, keep awake, keep vigil!
Do not put out the fire of reason!
The homeland attired
In the chasuble of nerves
Quivers, rages and frets…
A muscle is a muscle, and nothing else,
It is armed forces, power and weapon,
And the nerve of the muscle can
Ascend the mounts of reason.
The troops of muscles,
The muscles themselves
Make a very durable armor.
Force is force…
It ploughs even the slopes,
And power is power…
poem by Janri Gogeshvili
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The Conept of the Birth
What is birth? Why is it? Who causes it?
The birth is the fusion of matter and force
That came into being by accident
And since then evolves like planets revolve.
As the wind blows and the water flows
In accordance with the external force
The living things grow and reproduce
In accordance with the external force.
The fire is to burn; the life is to burn.
The burning is growth, which both of them do.
Both must feed the matter to live and grow.
Both must get the fevour of wind to burn
The conversion of matter into life
Is the action of the internal force.
The conversion of life into matter
Is the action of the external force.
The external force is the Supreme
And the internal is the soul, you may say.
They are not separate nor opposite.
The soul is the outcome of the Supreme.
The life is like water in rivers.
The body is like banks in rivers.
The water extends the river course
The banks regulate the river force.
The air fans the flame and put it out.
The God flames the life and put it out.
What happens to the flame when it is shut
That happens to the life when put to death.
The living kingdom is just like a tree
The growth of each bud is the growth of the shoot.
It grows aided by the external force
And dies thwarted by the same force.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The concept of the birth
What is birth? Why is it? Who causes it?
The birth is the fusion of matter and force
That came into being by accident
And since then evolves like planets revolve.
As the wind blows and the water flows
In accordance with the external force
The living things grow and reproduce
In accordance with the external force.
The fire is to burn; the life is to burn.
The burning is growth, which both of them do.
Both must feed the matter to live and grow.
Both must get the fevour of wind to burn
The conversion of matter into life
Is the action of the internal force.
The conversion of life into matter
Is the action of the external force.
The external force is the Supreme
And the internal is the soul, you may say.
They are not separate nor opposite.
The soul is the outcome of the Supreme.
The life is like water in rivers.
The body is like banks in rivers.
The water extends the river course
The banks regulate the river force.
The air fans the flame and put it out.
The God flames the life and put it out.
What happens to the flame when it is shut
That happens to the life when put to death.
The living kingdom is just like a tree
The growth of each bud is the growth of the shoot.
It grows aided by the external force
And dies thwarted by the same force.
09.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Your force is a part in the result.
A dice thrown, rolls down and come to standstill,
With one of its sides up facing the sky.
The side that is top is the result of
The force released by the thrower
And the resistance offered by the floor..
In every action, the force you exert
Gets influence from the external force.
29.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Like the Flag
Force the people to act in a certain manner,
Forcing is the child of happiness.
With the birth and death of citizens,
Our lives are functioning great.
Forces are with weapons, and swords
Are the common attraction for those who preserve.
Our plans from leaders are the forces of felicity,
Like the national upbringing, like the flag.
poem by Naveed Akram
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There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening, that is translated through you into action, and because there id only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost.
quote by Martha Graham
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There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening, that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost.
quote by Martha Graham
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The bio force
Each cell has life.
Each organ has life.
Each body has life.
Unicellular,
Multicellular and
Multi organed as they are.
Life is a force that lives
In each cell and
In continuity.
Bio force is different
Fro other forces
In that it has a drive to grow
Unlike others
That grow when fed.
Aim of the bio force
Is to thrive and struggle to thrive.
It knows no sin, no God.
13.08.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When God Is Angry
Have you seen the earth turn against it's inhabitants?
Or the earth become a line?
Has the earth ever lost it's gravitational force?
Or it's frictional force?
Do you know that lightening could change directions?
And that rivers could be poisoned?
Do you know that arrows could be shot down from heaven?
Have you seen men crawl in hunger and ill health?
Or has the earth been smashed by two or more bigger planets?
Have you seen animals overthrow the human race?
Is it clear that the earth could swallow?
That fire knows locations of people and places?
That man is powerless before his God?
And could crush and vanish in a second?
Do you know...
...that man still wants to know
when God is angry
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Free is really, you know, the gift of Silicon Valley to the world. It's an economic force, it's a technical force. It's a deflationary force, if not handled right. It is abundance, as opposed to scarcity.
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Who is responsible?
When molten magma surfaces
beneath an ancient glacier.
A bitter struggle then takes place
to prove which is superior.
The superheated steam produced
expends its force explosively
With molten rock and ice reduced.
Almost instantaneously.
To particles of dust and smoke
projected high into the sky.
Just Mother Natures little joke
A fact that no one can deny.
She demonstrates her power to show.
That though we think we’re in control
that we are not. She lets us know
that she’s in charge from pole to pole.
She forces us to ground our planes.
Ensures it isn’t safe to fly
as long as the ash cloud remains
suspended in the upper sky.
There’s very little we can do.
Except to wait impatiently
and let the scientists review
the situation constantly.
If and when they do decide
the sky is clear and safe to fly.
And not potential suicide.
There will be many asking why.
It took so long to satisfy
The powers that be, we could fly
without compromising safety.
We’ll ask but will get no reply.
We can accept as being true.
We do not trust the government.
Regard it with a jaundiced view
A bias which is permanent.
Damned if they don’t damned if they do.
We aren’t prepared to recognise.
That what they say could well be true.
That we were taken by surprise.
An act of God it’s classified
that lets insurers off the hook
Our claims will not be ratified.
They will go strictly by the book.
They will not lose they never do.
The small print will make sure of that.
It may be sad but it is true.
most claims they’ll simply turn down flat.
They’re glad to take your premiums
but they pay out reluctantly.
and only pay the minimums
They have to pay out legally.
Volcanoes, earthquakes acts of God
Although they happen frequently
myself I find it rather odd
are not covered by your policy.
Disasters strikes you’re on your own.
As you discover far too late
Although in fact you would have known
if you had read the rules they state..
Though well concealed in the small print.
You can’t complain they were supplied
Insurance companies make a mint
and we are left unsatisfied
.Wednesday,21 April 2010
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