Complexity is the Majestic - Book 2

Formula Pending

A better day.

Past few weeks have been all over the map. Maybe I'm leveling out.

I found a few trinkets from my father today- stuff I grabbed from his research office soon after he passed away. I didn't know what they were just tossed them in my car. Looking at them they look foreign to me but interesting. A biorhythm device, like an old school calculator for something special?

A biorhythm (from βίος - bios, "life" and ῥυθμός - rhuthmos, "any regular recurring motion, rhythm") is an attempt to predict various aspects of a person's life through simple mathematical cycles. The theory was developed by in the late 19th century, and was popularized in the United States in late 1970s. Most scientists believe that the idea has no more predictive power than chance"The theory of biorhythms is a theory that claims our daily lives are significantly affected by rhythmic cycles.

What was my father doing with one of these devices- looking over the manual there are different cycles, or spectrums- intelligence, sex, harmony. Is this where I get my pursuit for the complexity in the majestic? Did my father find a formula for staying sane? Could he map the ups and downs mathematically before they occurred? He was a man of faith, science, and most of all humanity.

No one taught me more about the human condition than my father. He practically invented it for me. The construct of how flawed the human can be. How wild the emotions can drive us to insanity. How irrational the human spirit truly is at times driven by fear. How a constant- the love we have for the one, family, each other is a way to normalcy.

Could he of used this device, to map patterns for himself? Looking over the manual, he used this thing, he's got jotted down numbers, his classic scribble. What did he find? Here was one of the more unusual artifacts of my father and I never ever saw him use it or talk about it. Fascinating. Did I know the man who raised me as well as I thought?

The notion of periodic cycles in human fortunes is ancient; for instance, it is found in and in folk beliefs about "lucky days". The 23- and 28-day rhythms used by biorhythmists, however, were first devised in the late 19th century by , a Berlin physician and patient of . Fliess believed that he observed regularities at 23- and 28-day intervals in a number of phenomena, including births and deaths. He labeled the 23-day rhythm "male" and the 28-day rhythm "female", matching the menstrual cycle

In 1904, Viennese psychology professor Hermann Swoboda came to similar conclusions. Alfred Teltscher, professor of engineering at the University of Innsbruck, developed Swoboda's work and suggested that his students' good and bad days followed a rhythmic pattern; he believed that the brain's ability to absorb, mental ability, and alertness ran in 33-day cycles.

I feel like i'm jumping into the science fiction wonder kit of my lost father. I imagine what he'd say. I know what he'd say to me now- my pursuit- foolish. My father saw the psychologist in me as soon as it appeared. A dangerous notion, thinking and counseling folks without a license. Heh. I've been doing that for as long as I can remember- a natural gift. Now he'd be nodding at me. Lessons learned, take some good notes, and get back out there helping people. The art of sacrifice, he was a totem for that.

What I want is irrelevant.

Back at the club.

I wanted to see her, wanted to see if I could chill. I'm curious, can I get my chill groove? Can I just hang at table and people watch like before? 20 minutes in and the answer is no- the vibe at this club is different, its not the same as the other club. Its too bright, too exposed, its not a fantasy here its a meat market. I play the part and tip the girls and I feel outa place. The girls are different, they appear more desperate, more raunchy, Vera doesn't belong here. Its convenient, and so is a truck stop, but its not for me.