If any Gardener starts to ramble on about his Vegetable Garden as a Universe of many dimensions, it might be necessary for him to enter the world of definition and attempt to define those dimensions. This might be especially important if an Unnamed Gardener is prone to random, unsupported and unrequested utterances about nothing in particular. And here, without some kind of structure to his statements the extent of any Gardener's actual desire to reach beyond his garden edging and venture as though in a starship, toward a wider horizon of understanding, will fall foul of skepticism. Which is one of the problems of definitions, they require considerable effort and patience, are always subject to peer review, which means debate, and they often fail miserably to reflect an intended meaning, which leads to confusion, which in turn leads to a form of depression, followed by a mental version of Fusarium Wilt, which in turn leads to the sad vision of a Gardener on his hands and knees desperately searching for solace by pandering to his edging through the act of snipping away at the more conquering breed of grasses with a pair of nail scissors. Not a pretty sight, but actually very comforting in a myopic and totally undefined sort of way.
Worth noting that those physicists whose mathematical languages persuade them to
perceive more that the obvious dimensions - "up and down," "sideways," "in
and out" - have explored the fourth dimension which many generations before
Euclid was called, "Before and Afterwards," and still is by the less
arithmetical. And through exploration of this fourth dimension through sad logic
of arithmetic, a number of minds have been persuaded that there could be an
infinitude of dimensions, and indeed this infinitude of dimensions exists as
parallel universes right next to the one in which you and I have our being.
A somewhat dramatic extrapolation of "Before and After" you might think,
but it was the Language of Physics that designed the Atom Bomb, so always worth
taking seriously, rather than dismissing it all as some sort of political mumbo
jumbo from the fever swamps of higher education. And here, when I think about a
Vegetable Garden, there are probably an infinitude of possible dimensions, all
of which are well worth defining. Then when all these issues are overcome, the
question for a Gardener is where to begin. One answer, with all due respect to
mumbo jumbo, might lie in the "motivation" behind the Gardener's impulse
to broaden his horizon, reach beyond edging, go boldly into new worlds. So
tomorrow, I think I'm going to make an attempt to unravel The Unnamed Gardener's
motivation through a "Contemplation of Hats."