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For the past thirty-five years, the Legend has grown. Spoken of only in
hushed tones. Whispers echoing within the dark Halls of Science. Far
from the test-tubes, the petri-dishes and the Bunson burners. Men in
White lab-coats, gathering in the cafeteria, late at night, swilling down
their hourly caffeine ration.....Speak of an after-life.
They speak not of Heaven and Hell as we were taught in grade school.
No Angels with wings, nor Devils with horns. They speak of the Limbo
Lab where only the best and the brightest scientists go when they die.
Within this Limbo Lab, they are tested and those that pass, pass on to
a true scientists Heaven. Those that fail, (and there are many) pass on
to a true Hell -- non-existence. Those that reach Heaven, may change
the laws of physics that apply to our reality, as long as the laws stay
consistent with all the current scientific knowledge. It is rumored that
Euclid once created the concept of Relativity that Einstein so elegantly
worked out. It is also rumored that Sir Isaac Newton created most of
the Quantum theory that still hasn't been fully understood. But Heaven
is not our concern. Today we learn of the Limbo Lab Testing Center.
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Somewhere between Chaos and Order; between all that is Shadow and
the reality of Substance; where great ideas will often be lost between
a quark and a hard place; Where the Twin Deadly Poisons Sodium and
Chloride collide over your left shoulder for good luck; somewhere
between symmetry and virtue, woven between the threads of space and
time - there exists the Limbo Lab Testing Center. Within the Limbo
Lab Testing Center is an arena. An area with a shape that is exactly
half-way between a square and a circle, created with just a compass
and an infinite straight-edge. In this arena, Electrons spar with
Protons, while Neutrons Referee (of course, it could be no-other way).
Upon the wall, within mirrored frames, swirling asymmetric patterns
dance within their own infinite void. It is this arena, that occupies the
minds of the scientist in their off hours. As the legends grew, so did
the doubts. How well could I do in the arena? Could I pass the test.
Could I survive --
Albert Einstein's Big-Time Science Boxing.