TRAIN 8 WORKING THE WORK YARD
when the surveyor pointed the platform in the wrong direction

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   THE SURVEYOR
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                        A science fiction short story        PART I

                        It takes perseverence to read this story.
                        But the perserver will be well rewarded
                        when they make it to the end.

                        A surveror uses a flexing platform to study
                        trains travelling into the center of a distant
                        space needle. Fundamental quantum gravity physics
                        results.


 CHAPTER 1

      Those surprised bumblebees the Surveyor has humbled upon moving
 the platform over some patches of clover dividing a few cracks in the
 sidewalk, are still keeping their distances between the Surveyor's knees.
 And dandelions are interesting to the ants, knats, and helicopter flies.

       Hey, wait a minute. Let's look at that one last step again.

       A sneaking suspicion has begun to dawn on the Surveyor.

       Now that the rush hour has started.

       But, back to business. The most trivial parts of the survey
 work are fortunately over. However a peculiarity that was intuitively
 glimpsed in a long distance measure that was made only a moment ago
 using the fantastic platform has caught the Surveyor's attention.

       So - turning once again to the model of a transparent Moon
 parked on the end of the platform (with a transparent marker stick
 running straight up through the middle of the transparent Moon
 to sight a revolving restaurant at the long distant space needle)
 - the Surveyor now makes a bold decision.

       Hmmm, yeah, think so, think so. Hmmmmm.

       The Surveyor has a new idea and with no waste goes right ahead
 with it. Tapping a few buttons, the Surveyor moves the marker stick
 just a jump further out - on the platform - to the far outside of
 the transparent Moon. The jump further out happened in the blink
 of an eye.

       Gotta be careful, gotta be super duper this time. No fooling
 around. The Surveyor hums a little ditty while preparing some new
 views.

       The Surveyor double checks the platform's place against the
 curb in the busy intersection, this time making sure the platform is
 not even a bit of an iota off the mark, precisely where it is supposed
 to be, tight at the curb, hunkered against the old curb against the old
 wornout weeds, bubblebees, dust, and the helicopter flies that sting
 like furies. Whatta place to work, not enough salary for this, but,
 gotta endure. Expecially the dry feeling sweltering heat.

       Again the Surveyor takes rigid leg stance at a datapoint
 position indicated as point (O) on the platform (the mark for an
 Observer), legs well akimbo in the stance, container purses hanging
 down, the surveyor peering in a squint. Very careful, the Surveyor peers
 through a pinpoint opening in a gizmo which stands upright on a solid
 brass mount in front of the Surveyor's keen eyeball.

       The Surveyor's feet, wide apart, are parallel, no sprayed duck
 feet for this person having never spent childhood in front of the TV
 legs spread out sideways like ducks. Unlike most action hero's whose
 feet splay out like ducks, the Surveyor's feet are always parallel
 even when running and this the Survery knows is one aspect elevating
 above the conditions of the academy superiors, who all have duck feet
 walking pointing outward expecially when they run, which few do, that
 is, run when adults, being important and superiors and so on.

 So much for world superior world inferior, superiors also self
 proclaimed as world superiorities all had splayed ducks feet and
 shockingly homely faces that could stop a clock and the survery knew
 this was intrinsically wrong from lapse of self awareness on the part
 of parents and kids who led so many, into self declaring they were
 superior, when they were not.

       How bad, how sad, how maniacle. Ooops.

       Oh hoy distractions in thought - out the distractions go as the
 Surveyor refocuses, single mindedly, again, once again, on the severe
 task at hand.

       Through the gizmo, the marker stick (now just touching the surface
 on the far side of the transparent Moon), is seen to shimmer slightly,
 more than before, in the effects of the laser projector. The lazer thin
 colored upright stick is critical. Believe me it is oh so critical.

       In fact a bright and white wink of very pure intense white light
 now appears exactly where the transparent marker stick makes precise
 contact against the outer edge of the transparent Moon's surface. This
 is good. Very good. Excellent.

       The pinpoint wink is now at the Moon's maximum outer circumpherence,
 and is also lined up precisely in line with another point of light in the
 center of the transparent Moon, plus the peephole in the gizmo, and the
 pupil of the Surveyor's winking eyeball. All in all it is a perfect
 straight line and the perfect straight line links all of the winks
 seen through the amazing gizmo in a single, multiple, intense, hot,
 extremely interesting, array in a lineal line in very tiny points of
 scintillating light. In fact a tiny intense dot of pure white light
 has from within winked then is gone in the Surveryor's eye, but no
 one else has noticed. The wink is higher consciousness confirming the
 Surveyor's subliminal intuitions about the laser stick's location are
 correct.

       Hmmm. Yes. Everything is lookin' good, muses the unusual
 Surveyor.

       Straight ahead from the Surveyor's eyeball out though the magnifying
 pinhole in the gizmo, the points of light also lined up across a wide
 void, to another wink of pinpoint light actually far far away, which is
 at the very center of a tiny, er, large, revolving restaurant at the
 far distant space needle far away across the valley.

       But this is a far cry from a perfect world. Someone has pilfered
 the little manual astronomers use from its hang-string on the platform,
 which is why the platform is not functioning like a normal astronomical
 telescope today.

       That isn't the worst of the problems. Along the way someone had
 earlier installed an oscillator crystal with prongs slightly bent in the
 mother module of one of the platform's computer, and every time the Sun
 came out from behind a cloud, the mother board had heated up just enough
 to spring the oscillator crystal loose in its socket, causing the whole
 platform to go awry.

       The Surveyor had had the casing apart and was getting ready to throw
 it altogether again and admit defeat by calling in to have the platform
 hauled away defunct, when 'oh ho' the Surveyor had seen an oscillator
 crystal jiggle.

       Okay, well, out came the pliers and the oscillator crystal, and with a
 couple of deft bends on a few thin prongs the Surveyor had had the platform's
 computer up and running again as if nothing had ever been wrong with it.

       Not quite true. The program routines written by previous users for
 observing the spherical restaurant, revolving on top of the distant space
 needle, are now inoperative.

       It had begun with a couple of parity errors causing irrationalities
 solved by re-booting via cold starts, i.e. up and running, then off again.
 Then the dumb computer's sucker punches had started in earnest.

       The whole saga through the first hour had begun with; 'bad or hissing
 missing interpreter';  'error in landing meander';  and other miserables,
 prompts that were not user friendly. Not to mention watching all of the
 Astrophysical Ephemeris Menus get eaten away by increments, until things
 finally got stuck at 'abnormal program termination', and nothing else
 whatever onscreen. Ziltch.

       Some of this had been due to the badly installed oscillator
 continuing to pop its socket as the Sun warmed the platform, a condition,
 which, as already mentioned, the Surveyor had finally fixed by using moxie
 instead of technical expertise, using the clunky pair of big plyers, since
 the Surveyor is in no way a trained expert in hardware lore and the like.
 And so the Surveyor had gotten back use of the platform's functions, but
 not its store of other people's stored imaginations.

       Anyway, enough of reverie, back to business.

       Carefully, the Surveyor adjusts the transparent Moon, minusculely
 inching it back and forth along the platform ve-ery ve-ery slowly, until
 suddenly things become lined up most precisely in a most interesting way.

       Hereupon, the Surveyor records the first of some brand new data
 facts in the little notebook surveyor's use.

       In fact the Surveyor is worried about wrong thoughts causing wrong
 reactions in the population at large and so is very concerned about keeping
 wrong thoughts at a minimum, as the Surveyor records the truth of what
 the Surveyor has just observed. Because thoughts leak.

       Upon completing this first (in a new series of sightings), the
 Surveyor laboriously hauls the platform backward, to the middle
 of the intersection. This takes only about six minutes.

       The platform bumps and thuds over irregularities in the roadbed
 plus the center-strip curb, until the platform is brought up, nudging to
 a halt, alongside a giant monument sitting tall and proud in the middle
 of the city. This is a very patriotic place. The monument has stood here
 for centuries. One recent addition is that now the monument has huge
 loudspeakers which play the first eight bars of the national anthem
 every day the same hour at noontime, at a mind numbing volume which
 can be heard for miles.

       Almost as if some strange god is supervising the project, at this
 precise moment the anthem begins to blare from the loudspeakers, hours
 off schedule.

       So much noise!

       For pete's sake just what I need, thinks the Surveyor, wincing.
 One day, a Sunday, a janitor had accidentally pulled out a wallplug in
 the Historical Law Society's head office so as to more quickly clean the
 president's carpet and the gall darn anthem kept blaring out over the city
 for nearly a full hour until frantic technicians finally found the plug for
 the monument's automatic sidereal timer, unplugged, sticking out like
 a trick from the twilight zone from under the drapes in the president's
 office, as the janitor vacuumed away steam cleaning, oblivious.

       It is because at this point in time the Historical Law Society
 has total and complete control of the giant monument.

       Abruptly! the blare of the anthem stops, as convincingly as it
 had started, half way through a note the echo over the city hanging
 for long seconds.

       Thank GOD, thinks the Surveyor.

       Having positioned the platform perfectly in place at the very
 middle of the intersection, nudged alongside the giant monument, a few
 flakes of rust dusting their way away on the breezes, from the nudge.
 Brushing a few dust motes away from nose and lips, and wiping the eyepiece
 gismo. the Surveyor carefully re-adjusts the transparent Moon, with the
 marker stick still on the far outside - touched to be just intimately in
 contact with the outer far side of the Moon - to make a second meticulous
 sighting, to the center of the revolving restaurant far across the exotic
 jungle filled valley.

       Off in the far distance, the ball shaped restaurant (colored
 bright orange) is slowly descending down the tall thin shaft of the
 space needle.

       And finally, the Surveyor hauls everything back one more time, the
 rest of the way, all the way over to the farthest curb on the farthest
 other side of the boulevard, to make a third sighting to the distant
 space needle.

       The Surveyor is keenly aware that moving the platform from curb
 to curb across the eight lane expanse of the boulevard from near outer
 curb to center meridian to far outer curb across lanes of traffic at
 right angle to the direction the platform points, is proportionately
 equivalent to moving the Earth in and out from the Sun exactly to Earth's
 three key data positions in elliptical orbit;  ie. the Perihelion, Mean,
 and Aphelion of Earth's planetary orbit, in keeping with distances from
 the boulevard to the distant space needle. An amazing co-incidence! The
 width of the boulevard the Surveyor has just backed across is about 3.5%
 of the distance to the space needle.

       On the platform the transparent Moon is a new touch, added on the
 spur of the moment by the Surveyor in a most fortunate intuitional guess.

       Adjusting the position of the Moon's point of center (and not its
 nearer face) has also been taken for granted by the Surveryor, when moving
 the marker stick through three new descrete locations, in accordance to
 where the Moon moves on the platform, to perfectly superimpose over the
 space needle (as the platform was laborously backed to different stops
 across the intersection).

       The three positions of the Moon on the platform, as precisely noted
 by the Surveyor in the little book surveryors use, are  (LP),  (L0),  and
 (LA).

       The notations are pure common sense:

       LP  for Location of the Moon   with the platform at Earth's Perihelion,
       L0  for Location of the Moon   with the platform at Earth's orbital Mean,
       LA  for Location of the Moon   with the platform at Earth's Aphelion.

       What the Surveyor has done, is superimpose the transparent Moon's
 full cross sectional diameter (as if the Moon were cut cleanly in half
 like a golf ball) over the full cross sectional diameter of the revolving
 restaurant (as if the bright orange colored restaurant was cut cleanly
 in half like an orange), with the Surveyor's platform positioned at the
 three different curbs that happen to parallel at a right angle this
 intersection.

       And so, this just about entirely completes the setup phase,
 according to the Surveyor's new idea.

      It is quite a setup.



 CHAPTER 2

       In the beginning, the transparent Moon had been merely parked
 at a location on the platform pre-marked (M0), for Moon Mean of orbit;
 an astronomy position which really had had little meaning in all of the
 previous surveys completed by many hundreds of thousands of professional
 observers over the centuries and eons.

       But this time the Surveyor has decided to measure EVERYTHING relative
 to the Moon's mean of orbit (M0). Hence the other measures (LA), (L0), and
 (LP) which the Surveyor has written in neat print recording for the Moon's
 closest, averaged, and farthest distance offset from the Surveyor, and
 relative to (M0), when then looking beyond through the lined up pinpoints
 to the distant space needle.

       So, (now noted by the Surveyor), in each of the three new sightings
 the transparent Moon (technically the marker stick) has moved (jumped) by
 a perfectly seen length, departed inward from (M0) and the far end of the
 platform toward the Surveyor, by precise amounts which the suveyor is now
 calling the  (X)  values.  This gives three new datas:  XA,  X0,  and  XP.

       This is thick, thinks the Surveyor, but will be of intense interest
 to anyone who is monitoring the leaking private thoughts.

       Each (X) measurement has been read on a very accurate illuminated
 scale on the floor of the platform. There is one thing that has no question,
 this platform has been made for utter precision. The Surveyor is able to
 trust the platform's accuracy implicitly to beyond 12 significant digits
 when needed.

       Now, inspecting the (X) datas the Surveyor has recorded in the little
 book surveyor's use, a surprise!  The Surveyor finds that (X0) has increased
 over (XA) by exactly ONE Earth radius in value. A surprise again! (XP) has
 increased over (X0), again by  ONE  Earth radius, exactly !

       (?)

       In other words, the incremental shifts of the Moon's orbit with
 the platform in the three obvious positions at each of the curbs that
 line the 6 lane boulivard (which co-incidentally match the distances of
 the Earth from the Sun in Earth's orbital eccentricity distances from
 the Sun), turn out to be very equal to the very size of the  EARTH itself!
 Or so it seems.

       It means that intuition has just been vindicated, by abrupt facts
 that are tantilizingly at hand. Or so it seems.

       But wait just one minute here.

       The Surveyor has modified the original intention of the platform.
 Originally, the marker stick was located precisely in the middle of the
 transparent Moon. But now it is outside it, placed against the outer skin
 of the transparent Moon, on the far side, extending away from the Surveyor,
 making contact with the outer skin like compton wavelength, not pressing in.

       Furthermore, when the platform was first switched on, the transparent
 Moon's position had appeared in the illuminated little view window in such a
 way that the crosshairs were right in the middle. This is what the makers of
 the platform had pre-marked as (M0) (the Moon's mean of orbit) at the rear
 front end of the platform away from the gizmo eyepiece. This is the device's
 established referencing constant for Moon orbits, a convenience hardly
 anyone in the industry uses these days.

       A few seconds of calculations of the kind that surveyors do,
 reveals that (relative to the marker stick's home position at M0)
 the marker stick here touching the far outside surface of the Moon,
 from previous inside surface of the transparent Moon, has actually
 moved by:


       XA  =  (M0 - LA)  =  (+1 ER - 1 MR)
       X0  =  (M0 - L0)  =  (+2 ER - 1 MR)
       XP  =  (M0 - LP)  =  (+3 ER - 1 MR)

       Where (ER) is the Earth's radius.

       In other words the Moon actually did jump in inward toward the
 leaps of exact multiples of the Earth's RADIUS, with each jump reduced
 relative to the Moon's (MO) mean by the same one small single increment
 equal to the Moon's radius. This is real. No fooling around with the facts.
 The shifts the Moon has to make are increments that can only be the size of
 the Earth's radius. In and out by Earth radii, in precise amounts, as the
 Moon moves in and out, focusing upon the distant revolving restaurant, this
 is exactly the mechanism the Surveyor has just discovered.

       The Earth's very own image fits right in there in the middle of the
 whole fiddle like a fundamental ball bearing, of all things.

       What a system this must be!  And it hasn't even been discovered yet!

       Now this, ah, must be a system, and, ah, it is not really difficult
 to discover, or rather imagine it, the Surveyor is thinking. For instance:

      (M0 + 1 MR - 1 ER) = LA,  where (MR) is the Moon radius, and (ER)
 is the Earth's radius. And the  - 1 (MR) Moon radius comes from having
 moved the marker stick from its position at the center of the Moon to
 the outer skin of the Moon, er, moved to the far outer surface of the
 transparent Moon.

       A bit of sludge is gathering between the two brain hemispheres.
 Otherwise, the Surveyor is definately on a new roll. Thinks the Surveyor.

       That was not a bad idea, thinks the Surveyor, to move the marker
 stick from the center to the outside of the transparent Moon for a more
 accute accurate observe. It means the worst is over. My observations are
 now logically correct. Sort of.

       The Surveyor isn't going to argue with the above facts; that
 the Moon has shifted in orbit in whole increments precisely equalling
 the Earth's radius (corresponding to the three sightings made with the
 platform being backed to those three positions at the curbs crossing
 the intersection); since this is the nature of a surveyor's job, to
 find facts.

       Oh hey yes, say interesting facts.

      Secrets long intuited are finally beginning to spool
 themselves into the Surveyor's outer mind for the first time,
 much to the Surveyor's delight.

       Well, well, well, says the Surveyor. Everyone ignores the
 voice. Actually, at this moment everyone is ignoring the Surveyor,
 even though the Survery had spoken openly aloud at this moment.

       Obvious to the Surveyor is that somewhere along the way, some
 architect did a most remarkable job when laying out this remarkable city,
 despite its old and gummy look through most of its terrain surrounding
 the giant monument.

       Rather than folding up the platform and calling it a day, the
 Surveyor has been challenged by these new and very unusual datafinds
 in the city's inner/outer limits. The intrinsic layout is becoming
 spectacular, behind the scenes. For sure.

       Civic officials, who'd hired the Surveyor on behalf of the
 Historical Law Society's make work project, were not expecting new
 datas, beyond re-affirming a few known physical measures between
 the intersection's old curbs to the new distant space needle.

       Specifically, the astronomical unit of orbiting Earth, measured
 between the giant monument in the middle of the intersection to the space
 needle, is to be reconfirmed in light of a new monorail track now being
 built all the way out from this intersection to the space needle, literally
 the track is going to pass under the Surveyor's feet where the Surveyor has
 been standing at the intersection, so to speak, when the new monorail track
 is finished.

       The transparent Moon in front of the Surveyor simply wasn't needed
 to fullfill the observational mandate. Selecting the hologram for erecting
 a tabletop Moon, and peering through it's point of center to the revolving
 restaurant, was the Surveyor's own idea. In fact, even the peering by the
 Surveyor to the very center of the revolving restaurant was the Surveyor's
 own idea which had started the ball rolling, so to speak.

       The job is being made easier by the new monorail. It's nearby right of
 way ends less than half a block away, but extends in the air in a spectacular
 feat of engineering in a perfect straight line out across the valley to
 the space needle.

       The nearby clatter of a jackhammer momentarily ripping bedrock
 here at the new end of the monorail is disturbing but not distracting.
 The hammer has just removed a boulder that was in the Surveyor's clear
 cut view to where the escarpment drops off beyond old buildings to the
 newly opened valley panorama beyond.

       Out there about 1/3 of the way across to the space needle is where
 the finished portion of the monorail pauses, in the middle of a very modern
 transportation station. This is built inside a giant transparent clock.
 This clock is so big it's face can be read from the sky by aircraft.

       In the distance can be heard a smooth running train on its way
 from the station to rendezvous with the descending revolving orange
 restaurant at the (blue in distance) space needle.

 CHAPTER 3

       Despite the heat - the traffic in the rush hour - the stink of
 exhaust, the nearby bang and shudder of extended express buses hitting
 big potholes, the platform getting in the way of the traffic cops trying
 to keep things from going akimbo in the eight lane boulevard - the fabulous
 platform itself now starting to attract a few kiddy bystanders - bumblebees
 hustling their cargos around the kids at knee level - the concise message
 on the pocket pager from the Historical Law Society demanding to know
 why the Surveyor isn't on the way back to head office with the A.U.
 (Astronomical Unit) measurements; all this is totally ignored
 by the Surveyor, measurements impossble today because of the
 blown compuer circuits.

       The Surveyor decides to take another run at making the measures
 called (X) again. Even though today's work schedule has run its course
 and there is no extra money in any budget anywhere for brand new ideas,
 the Surveyor realizes that it would be foolish to quit now.

       From here on the Surveyor will have to do the work solely according
 to curiosity, rather than to job resume or other people's career urges,
 or misleading ideas, or to theoretical portfolios that take time but
 lack real content. The Surveyor is on a roll.

       Fast working because it is a time urgent situation, the Surveyor
 leaves the platform where it is, here at the rear curb, (the (EA) location),
 and thinking for a minute, peering straight ahead with a finger poised in
 the hair, suddenly decides to try an alternative proportion.

       It is to duplicate things doing the previous equations in reverse,
 using the (X) values found corresponding to the (LA), (L0), and (LP) lengths
 for the Moon orbits as have just been found in the immediate prior sightings.
 The purpose this time is to see just how precise at the nitty gritty level
 the newly observed Gravitic alignments in the sightings really are.

       This time the Surveyor gets intelligent, and takes a moment to
 erect a second marker stick, this time rising up through the center of
 the transparent Moon to the Moon's top. This second stick will measure
 any changes in the size of the Moon itself, as the Moon shifts back and
 forth along the platform. Whereas the first stick (against the outer
 surfaces) will still measure precisely the Moon's real distance from
 the Surveyor, relative to the Moon's mean of orbit (M0).

       Selecting the averaged value for the radius of the Moon, the Surveyor
 takes the ratio of the (EA) distance from the rear curb to the space needle,
 and divides this by the radius of the revolving restaurant at the space needle.
 And multiplying this ratio by the average radius of the Moon, finds that the
 shift of the transparent Moon by (X) from (M0) on the platform, is slightly
 greater than the Earth's equatorial radius, minus one Moon radius in value.

       Ergo. Oh ho. Yes.

       The Surveyor tries a different route in calculating the proportion.
 This time the Surveyor adds the Moon's equatorial radius to the (M0)
 mark on the platform, subtracts the Earth's equatorial radius from the
 Moon's mean (MO) orbit position, and divides all this by the ratio of
 the (EA) distance to the space needle, over the revolving restaurant's
 radius. And finds, oops, the result is the Moon's average radius, not
 the Moon's equatorial radius.

       Hmmm.

       Well, the third try is no luckier. In the third try the Surveyor
 uses the Moon's averaged radius instead of the equatorial, and finds that
 the Moon's average radius is still the resulting size of the transparent
 Moon on the platform. Except this time the result is one more digit,
 accurately equal to the real Moon's actual averaged radius.

       Fortunately surveying a system is not like looking for numbers in
 the great pyramid. The Surveyor is not interested in taking a chisel to
 some of the apparatus on the platform to make things fit a futile idea.
 And the Surveyor knows this platform was built for precision, so there
 can't be any fault in its utterly precise measuring.

       In conscience this Surveyor isn't the type to fudge a measure to
 make it fit a theory. The Surveyor doesn't have a theory so there is
 nothing to fudge. Honest to the core, in conscience the Surveyor can
 not hold out false datas, nor submit a fake claim for overtime.

       In pure honesty the Surveyor does the obvious next thing.

       The Surveyor laboriously shoves the platform forward again to the
 middle of the intersection; the (E0) location by the giant monument; and
 after pausing till the winded grunts subside, does a sighting as before.

       This time it is again equivalent to observing from the Earth's mean
 of orbit.

       Only this time the Surveyor adds one average Moon radius to (M0) and
 subtracts two of Earth's average radius and, dividing this by the ratio of
 the (E0) distance to the space needle divided by the radius of the revolving
 restaurant, comes up with, hmmmm. It is the Moon's polar radius.

       Very well, since C must follow B which follows A if a structure is at
 work in a system being surveyed, sure enough, after huffing and puffing to
 haul the platform forward again to the first curb nearest the cut in bedrock
 (i.e. to the (EP) distance equivalent to the Earth's Perihelion of orbit),
 and jiggling the deck to get the platform centered the last heck into place
 on its bounce mounts, and changing the terms in the computer's magnifyer to
 (M0) plus one Moon polar radius minus three Earth polar radii, whew the
 Surveyor finds that sweat is the result.

       Actually, the Surveyor finds that a Moon radius that is slightly less
 than the Moon's polar radius results as the size of the transparent Moon on
 the platform when now looking in the eyepiece gizmo through the Moon to the
 revolving restaurant at the distant space needle.

       The lessness is fortunately not great. It is less enough that the
 Surveyor can see that a structure in the system is now obvious. The ratio
 between the Moon's actual real equatorial radius over polar radius, is the
 same as the ratio between the Moon's average radius as just calculated,
 and the new low radius as just calculated. Gee, let's think about this.

       Average to the Surveyor means one half of the equatorial plus polar
 radii. And precise to the Surveyor means right to it, no percentage of
 error whatsoever.

       But the real nice thing is that using increments of 1 Earth
 equatorial radius for the (LA) Moon position for observer position (EA),
 and 2 Earth averaged radii for the increments for the (L0) Moon position
 for observer position (E0), and 3 Earth polar radii increments for the
 (LP) Moon position for observer position (EP), tightens up all of the
 observations to a hyperfine status, where the polor vrs equatorial
 radii of the Earth itself, appear in finite incremental shifts of
 the transparent Moon in its two descrete jumps along the deck of the
 platform. And similar for the 3 radii sizes of the Moon itself in its
 three different locations, these flex too. These all are the ultimate
 result of using ultimate accuracy in the observations. Three different
 radii size for the moon are (as of this moment, for the first time),
 easily calculated, directly.

       Which leaves the question of the chisel. Instead of sharpening a
 few tools to carve a few mental chips off (say) the revolving restaurant,
 the Surveyor uses wits instead. In the little book surveyors use the
 Surveyor studies the handwritten facts. Looking closely at the three
 downshifted Moon radii resulting from the proportions, the surveyor
 sees something very interesting.

       The transparent Moon's averaged and polar radius as just calculated
 are just slightly larger than the Moon's actual average and polar radii.
 And there is that other low value calculated from the (EP) distance. There
 is a series of FOUR Moon radii involved. Either that, or something is awry
 in the proportions, so that the structure is not ideally perfect. It has
 to be in cause by thermodynic gravity attractions effecting the eyepiece
 readings similar to slightly large photon wavelength physically seen
 compared to ideal photon wavelengths calculated by Rydberg ratios,
 the wave length longer starting at the fifth digit caused by Proton
 mass's (+1) charge tugging the electron's smaller mass (-1) charge.

       Despite the glands changing the looks of the traffic cops' faces
 - glaring while staring at the Surveyor, wondering what could be so
 important a project as to tie up so much of the routine through this
 city's established and busy historical district during the rush hour
 - the Surveyor ignores the fact that the cop's pay comes from the
 Historical Law Society's ratepayer's association who manage this
 well known site in the big city.

       Oblivious to others in the work force who are waving their arms
 like windmills, the Surveyor thinks on.

       A bit of street theater is beginning to unfold. A young priest, or
 is it a layperson practicing a personal ministry, comes along and says;
 why bother, OUR lord has done it ALL. It says so right HERE in the bible,
 the bible says EVERYTHING you need to know. And proceeds to whap a cop in
 the face with a well thumbed black book. Blink blink blink blink.

       A major ego condition in the form of a cross with a grotesque corpse
 made of metal swings in miniature in a dangle from a jewelry chain around
 the person's neck. A passerby noticing the condition comments: imagine if it
 had happened today and people walk around wearing miniature electric chairs.

       The layperson starts to quote religious epithets at a speed faster
 than anything. The Surveyor ducks so that a cold wet hand can't be clamped
 on the Surveyor's forehead. It  IS  getting busy here at the intersection.

       Talk about astral psychic interference.

       Holy smoke a moslem steps forward and says; no no THIS is all you
 need to know; whipping out a copy of the koran. Right on cue in the form
 of an amazing co-incidence, along comes an amateur astronomer with a
 whoopie university degree, and whipping out a copy of a torn ephemeris
 promptly gets into an argument with the moslem and the lay preacher
 about who is the best god, Him, His, or He.
 What a co-incidence.

       In the beginning there was light.

       In the beginning there was a big bang.

       In the beginning there was a whale on a turtle's back, says
 someone else walking by and tossing in their two cents worth.

       A member of an eastern sect gone western eases up and stands
 witness to the debate, saying again and again softly its all in some
 guru's mind.

       Meanwhile the kiddies are having a good time, trying to stick
 their fingers in the transparent Moon and finding they can.

       Ah ha, the Surveyor has just found something in the figures. What
 the Surveyor has just found is that the Moon's radii can be made into two
 sets: those that are real from the oblative Moon comprising MR(EQ), MR(AVE),
 and MR(POLAR). And those that have just been factored from the gravitic
 proportions using the platform, comprising  MR(AVE+),  MR(POLAR+), and
 MR(LOW-).

       In mingling the sets, two sequences are found in excellent
 approximation though not perfect agreement:

       1. MR(AVE+) - MR(POLAR+) = O1   ;   MR (AVE+)  + 01 = MR(EQ)
       2. MR(POLAR+) - MR(LOW-) = O2   ;   MR(POLAR+) + 02 = MR(AVE)

       Maybe the current size measured for the Moon is a few hundred
 meters too large, thinks the Surveyor, briefly, after all, the current
 Moon radii are inferred from a lopsidely lumpy Moon, don't get lost
 in thought at the word lumpy the lump is a bulge hardly noticed in
 the inside of the Moon facing Earth the buldge always facing directly
 to Earth because the Moon has no daily spin execpt once a month in
 clockwork with the once a month Moon's orbiting around Earth. What
 a clutter thinking facts in words, think's the surveyor, immediately
 core dumping the clatter.

       At least here is wisdom in the Moon's four proportionate radii, the
 Surveyor says smiling to the arguing scientific and religious me-firsters
 who are quarrelling around the platform, oddly enough pulled in by the
 Surveyor's own higher frequencies.

       Huh?  someone says in a pure act of intuitive spontenaity, then
 turns back to the disputes.

       Say, another idea occurs to the Surveyor. It is that, the
 material perspective of this whole project might be subtly misleading.
 I am standing on a surface and looking past a marker stick sticking up
 to the heights of the Moon's diameter, to sight along a cleared right
 of way along the monorail track to the far distant revolving restaurant
 which is currently riding part way up the distant space needle.

       To begin, no matter how I arrange my apparatus on the platform, I
 can't get a total covering of the restaurant by the Moon, unless I raise
 the marker sticks' measure portion slightly, in order to make a direct
 line of sight to the restaurant. Or better yet, tilt the platform slightly.

       And even then I can't see clearly all the way inside to the restaurant's
 point of center without introducing accommodating circumstances. Gotta keep
 the ascent and decent rate for the restaurant accurate too. Otherwise I get
 an annular sighting. A devastating problem.

       So I've got to compensate for the slight tilt of the restaurant's
 spin axis pursuant to looking up from the horizontal, while synchronizing
 to cross sectional diameters that stay vertical.

       So if my marker stick was suspended horizontally way up in the air
 I would get minusculely more accurate readings.

       If I wait till the revolving restaurant drops to ground level for
 a new load of patrons, I can dismiss fiddling with both the horizontal
 and annular tilt heights of the marker stick and bring the stick vertically
 down to base level with the platform. Also I could then see direct right
 into the center of the restaurant, I could actually see it's point of center
 to the last decimal point. Okay, this solves the devastating problem, I'll
 simply dismiss the TILTS. Fortunately, that also dismisses the motion.

       Actually I'm standing on a surface which cuts a geometry plane in half;
 the pavement and cluttered turfs behind me slicing through the city, the sky
 above, the earth below. But actually the slice of the plane has an inexorable
 curve to it but ... oh nuts what is THAT thinking going to lead to, it is so
 minuscule here in these sightings as to be meaningless.

       The Surveyor abandons the idea. Curvatures don't count either.

       Bumblebees, the engineer's impossibility and youngsters delight,
 go about in lazy circles through the weeds and pits where the street
 pavement meets the old curbs where the sidewalks end.

       The weeds and pits are a nuisance, like old ideas which cling like
 hell and have to be ignored. It is not easy hauling the platform over the
 potholes and across the dusty weed clumps. Not to mention the bedlam that
 comes with the name of the intersection, which happens to have the name
 of 'Peace and Bedlam'.



 CHAPTER 4


       Suddenly, a different idea occurs to the Surveyor.

       It is one with a strange way of working its way into inner
 daylight. It comes in a kind of funny jerk felt in the Surveyor's
 midrift made by muscles that ordinarily don't move except for hiccups.

       What if all of this is replaced by something as ordinary as solid
 marbles?

       The trigger had been kids standing in a cluster swapping marbles.
 I'll trade you these small ones for this big one, says one. I'll trade
 you this big one for those small ones, says another. And so on. A small
 dog is running around showing off it's favorite toy in it's mouth, a
 large marble snuck from one of the kid's marble bag.

       The Surveyor has been too busy otherwise and not paying attention,
 but saw marbles change hands. And the dog accidently dropping it's favorite
 toy, chasing it through busy traffic. And suddenly the Surveyor realizes
 that marbles are no longer the name of the game. If solid marbles are
 lined up on the floor of the platform they cannot duplicate the kind
 of observations the Surveyor has just been making using the transparent
 Moon.

       The problem is PARALLAX. If a small and big marble are lined up so
 that one perfectly superimposes the other if down there on the platform
 floor, one eye closed, bum in the air, sighting, the superimposures
 empirically cannot occur through the points of center of the two marbles.
 Any idiot can figure out why. And yet physically it is not impossible. For
 instance, what if the marbles are made of clear glass. Then they CAN most
 certainly superimpose perfectly from center point to center point through
 their full cross sectional diameters.

       Now isn't THAT wild!  Yes yes the Surveyor is wailing away on
 this idea, and then just as suddenly, gets a grip on a little finger.

       Holy smoke I've just calculated the equatorial and polar radius of
 the EARTH!  As well as the small to large radii of the Moon!  Using nothing
 else but trigonometry proportions in pure plane geometry, in a solar
 universal frame of reference.

       Don't forget, the Earth and Moon radii are 'articulated' sums
 in the descrete differences between both the heights, and locations,
 of the two marker sticks, when each is making contact with the top
 of, and the circumference of, the transparent Moon, when the Moon
 is at its three different positions on the platform.

       ARTICULATED?  Bad word choice. And dumb too. My how the intelligence
 gets slowed down just trying to define concepts. Let's leave the definitions
 for later and concentrate on the questions. It comes down to a short stack
 of mathematical equations.

       The Surveyor makes notes rapidly. Fortunately, no one else will
 have to read the handwriting.

       And then a pause for more thinking. Such structures within the big
 city between the revolving restaurant and here at the intersection are
 facts that are very thought provoking. It tells me a higher intelligence
 has been very busy making an imprint of a much larger system for this city.

       Mmmm, here is definitely a metaphysical structure. It certainly has
 information I know I can use, but cannot  EMPIRICALLY  ever see in outer
 space, if solid bodies are involved. I can never physically see the points
 of centers line up by binocculars nor other measuring equipment, no matter
 how hard I twist or fiddle. No facts to empirically see. But definitely
 something is here to see, in the mathematics of the proportions.

       Ergo metaphysical.

       The empirical problem is there is not a transparent object out there
 in the orbit of the Moon. Otherwise, the mathematics are perfect. But wait,
 this is no problem. The Moon is only solid in visible light. It is transparent
 in radio waves and so on. So apparent solidness is not the real problem.

       The real problem is, to whom on Earth can I go to to show such
 brand new metaphysical information to?

       Metaphysical to the Surveyor has suddenly taken on a new meaning;
 it can now mean:  Here in the fabrics of the creation, but not here in
 the empirical manifestations of observed solids, which now, obviously,
 suddenly turns out to be a very limited point of view. That which
 appears solid to photon light is by no means the limits of the universe.

       Forming new thoughts for a planet's language is not like forming
 new language for the planet's thoughts, thinks the Surveyor in a moment
 of philosophical speculation that runs sideways a few steps then screeches
 to a stop in short circuits.

       Oh what the heck.

       The problem realized by the Surveyor is that this world is, ho hum,
 inclined to be well, lazy, not much interested in anything new that can't
 be smelled, touched, tasted, heard, or seen by the five physical senses,
 regarding anything the size of a Moon or planet, or larger, like a Sun.

       Except for religions. Religions can be big enough that anything goes.
 Including make believe logic. Which is just as foolish. Witness the meely
 between the religious and astronomical philosophies. The Surveyor knows that
 religion can't be wholly known until a true astronomical Reality is known.
 And astronomy can't be wholly known until the true meaning of life in
 Creation has been revealed in the first place.

       The problem goes back a very long way to when everything was
 built according to this central intersection - the home of the first
 parochial worshipping station - and all of the traffic was seen to be
 circling around the joke at different speeds like mistakes around a
 merry go round called god.

       All that of course has changed in basic point of view over the
 centuries since the first giant monument was made at this intersection,
 with humans carving themselves as intrinsic at the center of existence
 and the universe, with god circling the joke like a canary.




       But a motherload of
       incredible
       new
       information
       hidden within the foundations!



 CHAPTER 5

       At this point a whole new idea suddenly hits the Surveyor
 with a whop.

       Holy smoke, what might I find if I check the oppositive
 perspective? I never even thought to check for intrinsic symmetry!

       Enlisting the help of the kids, the Surveyor lugs the platform
 back to the middle of the intersection, alongside the giant monument.
 This takes a moment. And soon, everything is ready for the hard part.

       First, the transparent Moon is made to suddenly disappear from
 the front end of the platform. One button on the platform did this. Now
 to swing the platform around. The Surveyor waves to the kids to come
 and lend a hand. It takes a few grunts and wheezes to get the platform
 to start pivoting on the spot, until the kids get the message that the
 best place to push is at the thing's corners. Train 8 in the work yard
 is fortunately off to the side.

       In its swing-around the platform just barely grazes the giant
 monument, just enough to knock loose a bit of dust in the grime, leaving
 a small scrape in the monument's lifelong corrosion. A couple of deep
 clacking cracking sounds are heard in the grazing, reverberating in
 the roiling air of the murky ether's of the city's thought structures.

       This giant monument known world wide as the famous 'astronomical
 unit', was the first milestone monument of the modern age modified when
 it was first was discovered that the Earth orbits the Sun, a 180 degree
 ego to real, change in fundamental perceptions that took a couple of
 centuries more to establish as important.

 But these days, hardly anyone notices the now badly tarnished name
 plate carved in brass by ancestral hands at its base, so much is it
 given importance, while being taken so much for granted.

       As for the Surveyor's platform, the end with the attached
 holo-projector apparatus and control box is now at the farther end.
 Actually this is now the closer end to the distant space needle. In
 symmetry, the Earth and Moon have simply switched places in Earth's
 orbit, with the Moon's (M0) mark at the moment now at the Earth's
 orbital mean datapoint in the middle of the intersection. And the
 Moon (not yet visible as a holo image) is now at arm's length so
 to speak, in the orbit of the Moon.

       Empirically, the locations marked (M0) and (O) have exchanged
 places. The Surveyor now takes stance at what is, or is it was, (M0),
 to peer through the eyeball gizmo to what was (O), or is it now (M0).

       Who really cares?

       The problem is that the swing-around simply won't work because of
 the human made platform. Can't get a sphere to form at the other end of
 the platform where the data read screen is on the floor near the gizmo.

       With more grunts and wheezes and gleeful shouting of orders amongst
 the kids, they get the platform turned around again and this time the
 Surveyor uses technology instead of a ridiculous whim to set the new stage,
 to establish new parameters for a new round of experiments, to check to
 see if there are greater symmetry principles involved in the solar system.

      Upon re-adjusting the controls of the laser projector by a few
 kinks, using a screwdriver and a patch cable taken from the tote bag to
 make it happen, the Surveyor now taps a few keys. And suddenly an actual
 transparent Earth suddenly forms into place, a little sluggishly, on the
 forward end of the platform where the Moon used to be. The transparent
 Earth being larger partly hangs out in space beyond the fore end of the
 platform, to the glee of the kids who try to stick their fingers in the
 transparent Earth and find that they can.

       Oops. Wrong place. The image of the transparent Earth generated
 by the laser has popped up at the Moon's apogee of orbit, the farthest
 out from the Earth the Moon can go in yearly orbit. And this position
 has no use whatsoever to the Surveyor.

       It only takes a few seconds, jiggling a toggle joy stick, to
 ease the shifting transparent Earth more inward, to bring the shifting
 jiggling image to a stop at a new (M0) mark as the Moon's mean of orbit.
 Whoopie shout the kids, do that again. Uh uh not now, mumbles the
 Surveyor, sweating some from the last few exertions in the heat
 blasts of today's bright hot daylight.

       The Surveyor now looks up to study the situation.

       All this time there has been sitting out there, (between the
 platform and the distant space needle), the glass clock.

       This is some clock. It sits on a thin pedestal, high above the
 plain instead of on top of a solid tower in the usual sense. It is of
 such state of the art that its clockface is a huge transparent disk big
 enough to be seen by aircraft. Its face faces the Surveyor right on. It
 is a huge circular clear window. Through it, beyond its far side, can
 be clearly seen the distant space needle and its revolving restaurant.

       Front to back the glass clock is hardly any deeper than it is
 wide, formed as a glass cylinder of such clearness that anyone can
 see right through it.

       Actually, you can see right through the glass clock almost like it
 wasn't there, except for the people inside. The people inside are waiting
 for the monorail train from the distant space needle. This is because the
 glass clock is (as already mentioned) a fabulous new monorail station.

       And now it is time to emphasize something else. It happens that
 the glass clock is aligned directly between the Surveyor and the space
 station. So much so that all of the previous sightings have been made
 right through the very center of the glass clock as if the glass clock
 wasn't there.

       Straight ahead, through the cut in bedrock, the Surveyor's line
 of sight runs right through the central axis of the glass clock plus
 further across the panorama into the very center of the distant
 revolving restaurant, which is now slowly settling to the base
 of the distant space needle.

       Like sighting along a long narrow perfectly straight arrow.

       The finished part of the monorail ends at the closer end of
 the glass clock, a small lick of new track like a tongue sticking
 out, sticks out in space aiming straight back this way toward the
 Surveyor.

       The unfinished monorail proceeds in a cleared path straight on in
 toward the Surveyor, ending just short of the platform in the cut in bedrock
 conveniently rended between old buildings in such a way that there is a bird's
 eye view from the Surveyor's keen eyeball, through the pinhole in the eyepiece
 of the gizmo, on past the wink of pure purple white light in the center of the
 transparent Earth now sitting near the far end of the swing shifted
 platform. And on across the panorama to the end of the monorail track
 which juts from a tiny round hole in the very center of the clockface.
 The surveyor has had to raise the eyepiece gizmo by a tiny amount to
 re-align the sightings with the slightly larger Earth.

       But now, all is ready.

       Oops, forgot to erect the transparent marker stick inside the
 transparent Earth. The wink of white purple light is the headlight of
 the monorail train, now coming straight this way from the space needle
 toward the glass clock, a journey of about six minutes.

       The Surveyor fiddles with the platform's controls. Fiddles some
 more. Sure enough a brand new vertical line slowly starts to climb
 eerily from the platform floor up through the transparent Earth,
 through the centerpoint wink of light, coming to a stop at the very
 top at the north pole of the transparent Earth parked vertically
 upright in the Moon's orbit.

       The vertical line's passing through the center wink in the
 transparent Earth happens to be so precise, that a new spot of pure
 clear white light forms within it, where the marker stick makes contact
 with the Earth's geometrical point of center. The Surveyor knows this
 new point of light is not machine made by the platform.

       It is image made.

       For instance in a cube and sphere (six sided figure) crisscrossed
 by three symmetrical diameters, if the three diameters perfectly intersect
 at the cube centerpoint, the point of intersection will utterly disappear,
 replaced by a wink of pure white light marking the point of center perfectly.
 But this only happens when the width of the lines are crisscrossed in perfect
 symmetry. Any line even slightly out of place and there is no hot wink of
 pure pinpoint light in such a hand drawn image. This the Surveyor knows.

       Now that the marker stick is in place, the Surveyor pauses to
 get things ready for the next stage of the setup. Pecking for a moment
 on the control consol, the Surveyor now asks that the platform create
 a projection of the Sun, to satify a question that has been burning in
 consciousness since the Surveyor first thought to check for oppositive
 symmetries.  To wit:  where must the Sun be, so as to be superimposed
 by that new Earth in the orbit of the Moon, when the Earth is seen out
 ahead, as if the observer is standing on the surface of a full Moon
 moved to be at the center of the Earth's orbit.

       There is a bit of a pause as internal circuits loop and link
 whoop and tink, through mathematics in the platform. And suddenly
 a beep. Nowhere. The platform cannot locate anything meanfull toward
 glass clock that is eclipsed by a full Moon seen from Earth.

       Since the glass top has seemed to be in a useless location
 anyway having no place in the equations of Earth Moon eclipses, the
 surveyor on the spot decides to test the rest of the intuition which had
 perculated into the open in private thought. The surveyor reprogrammes a
 few parameters code strings so that the distance to the glass clock is
 proportional to the distance out to the orbit of Mars. No, wait, that's
 reduculous. The surveyor reprograms the distance to the glass clock and
 leaves a void in the program. It is just the glass clock for the moment,
 nothing more.

       The surveyor makes sighting, and sees blurr, in out, blurr. The
 surveyor knows what to do. The surveyor wipes the transparant Earth
 from the platform and let's the platform calculate the size of object
 in the Moon's orbit to eclipse a clockface in the orbit of Mars and
 presto, scintallations refine into nothing, not even a sphere, just
 fog around a streetlight like lensing of a myopic telescope.

       The surveyor reprograms again to produce a sphere of size needed
 to eclipse the clockface cross section diameter.

 Ah hah here it is, the Surveyor mutters. Looking through the eyepiece
 of the gizmo, the Surveyor can see a big new Sun projected out there
 in nearby space, and something ELSE.  A big surprise !

       The head of the Surveyor tilts up from a stooped stance for
 a long look ahead. Looking down again, then up again, the Surveyor
 suddenly laughs.

       A new 'moon' appeared as commanded, has familiar appearance. For
 instance it is blue and white like the Earth. This new Moon is minutely
 closer in to Earth by just an iota inside the Moon's natural mean of
 orbit (MO).

       In looking through the eyepiece gizmo to the projected Sun, and
 looking up to see where the Sun has located, the Surveyor sees the same
 thing. The glass clock. A new mirage of the Sun is sitting right smack
 in the middle of the glass clock! Actually, no surprise this is correct.

       It turns out that over long distance the relative size of the
 clockface reveals itself to be proportionately no different whatever
 than the size of the transparent Earth on the end of the platform. In
 perspective it is the same as a person on the Moon looking past the
 Earth to where the solar Sun must be located, to be superimposed by
 an Earth in the same orbit as the Moon in its astronomic phase as
 a new moon.

       This is not true for the actual situation here on ground Earth
 in the city. The objects here are relatively larger (being closer
 together) even though proportionate sizes between parts are the
 same as between key physical states in the solar system.

       Innuendos of the incredible word  VENUS  are beginning to make
 their rounds, very rapidly indeed, in the background of the Surveyor's
 private thoughts.

       Hmm and hmm again. Double checking doesn't change things a bit.
 It is plain to see that a new giant Sun is looming in space right on
 cue up front right in the face of the Surveyor, well, almost, in the
 middle of the glass clock, as seen through the eyepiece gizmo of the
 fabulous surveying platform.

       Inside the glass clock along the arcades on either side of the
 monorail track are people milling around. They are small mind you, too
 dinky to be seen by naked eye, but are much larger when seen through
 the gizmo's magnifying eyepiece.

       Out beyond the Surveyor, it now has become obvious that the glass
 clock has the same cross sectional diameter as does the distant revolving
 restaurant, but appears something larger being roughly 2/3 closer to this
 historical part of the city, an optical illusion brought on by expectation
 and not fact, in fact, the diameter of the clockface has just turned out
 to be identical in all ways to the cross diameter of the distant
 revolving restaurant.

       But THIS is extremely interesting!

       Because the Surveyor had not made any alterations in size
 in calling up the transparent Earth.

       And also, the glass clock has already been well surveyed for
 the monorail project, and independently in the Historical Law Society's
 many previous projects, to many to count in one day.

       A couple of finger tips on toggle makes the machine codes
 calculate proportion distance to the glass clock and holy cow what
 a noise of grinding and strain until a new proportion projects into
 the viewscreen by the left sandled foot of the surveyor. The surveyor
 adjust the strip of terry cloth headband and ponders the situation,
 almost numb. The new proctions are calculating the exact distance
 into the center of the orbit of Venus. Venus! Holy cow.

       A rush starts up the surveyor's spine and hair can be felt
 standing up on top of the head.

       It was a well hidden fact that, unknown, from the middle of this
 intersection, the distance to the glass clock happens to be totally
 equivalent, in foreshortened space, to the distance from Earth to the
 orbit of Venus.

       In further silent hides suddenly out in the open, fuss fuss fuss
 bing!, and bing!, the distance to the front of the clockface is the
 same as to the Aphelion of Venus' orbit. And to the back of the clock
 facing the space needle, the distance is equivalent to the Perihelion
 of Venus' orbit. In other words, the depth of the glass clock matches
 Venus' eccentricity. Rather a good fit, since Venus eccentricity is
 so minor leaving little to no room for error.

       And of course, as has just been noted by the Surveyor, the glass
 clock's diameter is exactly the same as the diameter of the revolving
 restaurant, to six significant figures in accuracy in fact. No missing
 the significance of THIS observation!. Even though it is a fact which
 is arbitrary and co-incidental to the building of the clock itself as
 an artifact, since nothing in the orbit of Venus itself has that same
 diameter as the Sun.

       A big question has just been answered. If looking past the Earth
 positioned in the orbit of the Moon, where does the Sun have to be located
 to be superimposed by the Earth when the Moon is sitting at the Earth's mean
 of orbit?  The answer is now abundantly clear to the Surveyor. The large
 booming Sun with flames licking around the edge, has to be looming
 right in everyone's faces, right up close nearby, in the orbit of
 Venus, singeing everyone's nose hairs with crisps of slow motion
 smoke. A bit of a smirky laugh escapes the lips of the Surveyor.
 But what does all of this mean.

       (?)

       This means everything. Because as already pointed out, in today's
 survey the Surveyor has affirmed that the size of the distant revolving
 restaurant is exactly the same as the diameter of the Sun, to six significant
 figures in accuracy. These are cross sectional sizes;  cut the restaurant
 in half like an apple equals cutting the Sun in half like an orange.

       And now the cross sectional facade of the glass clock is found
 to be precisely the same size proportionately. Hmmm, how convenient. So,
 an image of the Sun projects into the orbit of Venus, thinks the Surveyor.
 Replace the glass clock with our Sun and things would be otherwise
 exactly the same. Except for the miracle of a massless Sun looming
 like a booming fireball aflame in the orbit of Venus.



 CHAPTER 6

       An odd thought occurs to the Surveyor. It comes from something
 the kiddies have been saying; look I can stick my finger in the Earth.
 That's not Earth it's Venus. No, its Earth.

       What if it WAS Venus, thinks the Surveyor.

       Fiddling with the laser controls again, in a few adjustments the
 Surveyor is able to dissolve the Earth and ping into place a transparent
 Venus on the forward end of the platform. Oh wow gee whizz and real neat,
 awesome! the kiddies exclaim as the Earth dissolves from around their
 fingers, and a new marginally smaller transparent spheroidal Venus
 springs into place.

       After the Surveyor minutely shifts Venus on the platform in toward
 the Surveyor, the transparent Venus now also synchronizes in apparent size
 to the facade of the glass clock. Mind you there is a bit of border blur
 around the diameters.

       Unfortunately being so cloud covered, the physical size of Venus
 can't be measured to the iotas. The only data the Surveyor has to work
 with in the little reference manual compiled for standard projects,
 is Venus's approximate size. This measure has been made with side
 scan radar echo reflections from satellites orbiting the real Venus.

       Nevertheless, the Surveyor hot on the pursuit of an idea, presses
 on. The platform is still positioned alongside the giant monument in the
 middle of the intersection. The position marked (O) for Observer is between
 the Surveyor's feet on the platform, with the eyepiece gizmo swung in position
 right over it, the (O) marking the Mean of Earth's orbit from the Sun, er,
 that is, from the revolving restaurant, ah, ah, yeah from the orbit of
 Venus. Momentary brain fart had wiped the word Venus.

       But now must come some heavy headwork and the Surveyor doesn't waste
 time getting started. The thing is that there are several intuitional ideas
 pushing and popping around in the Surveyor's thoughts, and the thing about
 such intuition is that insights can get lost if not acted upon immediately.

       How much accuracy might be found if exact superimosures are made
 between the closeup looming Sun, and the tranparent moon named Venus.

       First, installing the transparent marker stick straight up the inside
 of the transparent Venus, the Surveyor divides the distance from the middle
 of the intersection to the middle of the glass clock by the clockface radius,
 and multiplies this ratio by the radius of the close up transparent Venus
 sitting in a state of high tech vibrato at the forward end of the platform.

       The result approximates the Moon orbit, but falls a little short on
 the inside of the Moon's orbital mean datapoint (M0), toward the Surveyor.
 Having no time to waste the Surveyor subtracts this calculated distance
 from the mean orbit of the Moon, and finds that the difference is, hmmm,
 not this, hmmm, not that, hmmm, wow! it is four times the radius of
 Venus!

       Whoah! Far out! Cool, say some kids in response to the surveyor's
 shouted Far out.

       Motivated by luck, the Surveyor next uses the distance to the front of
 the glass clock, and dividing this by the clockface radius, multiplies this
 ratio by the (radar estimated) radius of Venus. And comes up with a second
 length to the transparent Venus, sitting up front there, nicely stable with
 a hint of a laser effect, on the platform.

       The transparent Venus shifts accordingly toward the Surveyor, shifting
 by an amount roughly equal to the size of Venus itself, its spherical size
 pinging downward accordingly by a notch, leaving a ghostly outline of the
 former slightly smaller image of Venus momentarily registering on the retina.

       In what could pass as a form of subliminal revelation, the Surveyor
 curiously recognizes that this is the opposite of what happened earlier.
 Earlier, when sighting through the transparent Moon to the distant space
 needle, the Moon of Earth moved closer to the Surveyor and grew SMALLER,
 leaving at the departed location a ghostly outline of a marginally larger
 image momentarily registered on the retina. Whereas, in the same move
 but different setup, done just now, the transparent Venus grew
 marginally LARGER.

       The significance of this switcheroo in properties between perspective
 per an Earth/Moon Sun, (empirical), and an Earth/Venus/Venus (metaphysical),
 sighting, is duly noted.

       Prompting a new question: just how much has the transparent
 Venus just now moved.

       The shifts of Venus in the Moon's orbit must include some precise
 incrementations, if an undercurrent system is at work in a structure
 being surveyed.

       So double checking is in order.

       For this, the Surveyor once again keys in parameters for observing
 the transparent Venus, as superimposed over the face of the glass clock in
 the clock's very center (equivalent to observing a transparent Sun projected
 into the mean orbit of Venus, in other words).

       Hmmm, but, sorry.

       The difference between the transparent Venus' location and the mean
 orbit of the Moon turns out to be four times a radius somewhat larger than
 Venus but smaller than the radius of the Earth.

       Does this mean it is time to start chiseling the shape of
 marshmellows?

       Or merely time to fold the project?

       Or better yet, to try something else?

       The kids are really excited in watching how the transparent Venus
 has been leaping incrementally in and out along the platform, and are
 getting used to seeing the sphere change size slightly with a wipe through
 its image as each new calculation is made, leaving phantom former images
 temporarily on their retinas.

       The Surveyor tries a different calculation, this time subtracting
 five times the (radar estimated) Venus' radius from the Moon's mean of
 orbit, and dividing this by the earlier ratio of the distance to the
 nearest face of the glass clock, divides it by the clockface radius.
 This time a new radius for Venus results, one that could perhaps
 stand as a predicted EQUATORIAL radius for Venus.

       Using this new radius, the Surveyor multiplies it by the ratio of
 the distance to the middle of the glass clock divided by the clockface
 radius, and finds that the transparent Venus of equatorial size skips an
 inch to a new place on the platform. It is now displaced on the inside
 of the Moon's Mean of orbit by only FOUR times the EQUATORIAL prediction
 of Venus' radius.

       Oh ho I'll bet the third observation will yield an increment of
 three radii of Venus, is the Surveyor's reaction. Let us see.

       All things being equal all things should be equal if a structure
 is at work in a system being surveyed. The follow through to the next
 step is obvious. The Surveyor does the third calculation. The distance
 to the back of the glass clock - the equivalent distance to the
 Perihelion of Venus' orbit - is divided by the clockface radius,
 and the ratio is multiplied by the (official radar estimated)
 radius of Venus.

       The third increment as the transparent Venus shifts outward, turns
 out to be inward from the Moon Mean of orbit by three times a value that
 comes out more than the radius of Venus but less than the radius of Earth.

       So continuing the logic as before, the Surveyor again does an insert;
 this time subtracting three (radar estimated) Venus radii from the Mean
 orbit of the Moon, and when dividing this by the ratio of the distance to
 the back of the glass clock divided by the clockface radius, finds that the
 resulting radius is one that can verily stand as a predicted POLAR radius
 for Venus.

       Curiously, if this is correct, then the given empirical physical
 radius (the official radar radius) the Surveyor started with could be
 the approximation of Venus' polar radius (as just calculated).

       But now, quickly, in a few more double checks, a new set
 of definative observations get firmly established by guess who.

       The Surveyor stands back for a long deep breath.

       The Surveyor has just calculated (by these observations) a
 pristine polar, averaged, and equatorial radius for a transparent
 Venus spheroid shifting along the Moon's mean of orbit in increments
 of  3,  4,  and  5  times the same polar to equatorial radius of Venus.

       The changes per incremental unit where Venus skips along the floor
 of the platform are equal to the same polar, averaged, and equatorial radii
 of Venus. Twice is enough. The Surveyor doesn't have to repeat this a
 third time.

       Didn't even have to dig a single fake step out of a footlocker
 to make the facts happen. They just popped out into full view, because
 they were already there in the first place. In the fabric of things. You
 can be sure the Surveyor is making a slow careful movie, recording THIS
 information in consciousness.




 THE SURVEYOR       PART  II


 CHAPTER 7


       Some politicos have joined the dispute between the religious
 fervents and the amateur astronomer who is still vigorously boasting
 about a university degree as being the only knowledge that is valid.
 And regimes from communism to capitalism along with names ranging from
 Moses to Buddha to Mohammed even to Saint Einstein are being shouted
 out in the chaos of this busy intersection, with radio ads being heard
 shouted like the horks of dorks emoting at a full 110%.  The Surveyor
 has long since concluded that performing at 110% means 10 percent less
 the maximum of average.

       All the while the Surveyor is getting on with the job at hand.

       Another friendly small dog arrives on the scene, (the other dog
 still chasing a marble being tossed around by the winds of fast passing
 hummers and cube vans in a construction firm's convoy), and gives a
 newcomer's dog nod to the friendly Surveyor. The grinning dog then
 tries to join the arguer's melee but is ignored, pushes and licks
 ignored by everyone except the surveyor who muzzles the new dog in
 a hot dog kiss without contacting the dog's lips. The dog is happy
 and moves on to try and enlist the friendship of others. No luck.

       So instead, after cold nosing a naked kneecap, and sniffing a couple
 of hamburger fragments on the sidewalk near the cut in the bedrock, the dog
 lifts its nose and ears straight into an incoming whiff of wind and departs
 up the cut in the bedrock.

       The office martinet tries to get hold of the Surveyor on the portable
 cellular videophone. It is the size of a deck of playing cards clamped in a
 charger attached to the platform.

       The Surveyor shuts the videophone off. Then the pocket pager beeps
 within the minute. The Surveyor shuts it off too.

       Now there are no superfluous bells or whistles to disrupt the project.

       As a matter of fact the traffic police have decided that the Surveyor
 must be doing something important enough after all, that they have decided
 to back off. While routinely directing dense traffic they leave the Surveyor
 alone.

       This is good because the Surveyor has something else to check out.

       The idea is simple enough;  to check out what distances a transparent
 Earth will stand from the Moon's mean of orbit (the (M0) marker position on
 the platform), when the Sun is projected into the three key datapoints of
 Venus' planetary orbit, ie. Venus' perihelion, mean, and aphelion of orbit.
 Just as was done using the transparent Venus.

       Leaving the platform at the middle of the intersection and dissolving
 the transparent Venus, and restoring a transparent Earth this time of polar
 size at the farther end of the platform, (again with the marker stick rising
 straight up inside to the top through the centerpoint of the transparent
 Earth), the Surveyor carefully homing in on the wink of light that is the
 centerpoint of the transparent Earth, lines it up along the monorail right
 of way straight through to the rear portal of the glass clock.

       This is where the monorail exits the clock facade facing toward
 the space needle on the far backside of the glass clock. And projects an
 image of the naked transparent Sun, there, this being at the equivalent
 perihelion position of planet Venus' orbit.

       The Surveyor sees that it is good. The portal and crosshairs and body
 sizes superimpose perfectly. The transparent Earth at the Moon (M0) position
 on the platform, and the flat Sun projected to the rear of the glass clock,
 are as one. It is an Earth of POLAR size which fits the picture perfectly.
 The center of Earth is now extactly at the Moon's mean of orbit, and the
 Surveyor is at the center mean of the Earth's planetary orbit. It is the
 POLAR radius of the Earth all right, its measure as seen on the marker
 stick upright through the transparent Earth's middle is not an ioto off
 the mark, not even one. And there, confirmed, the polar radius of the
 Earth has lit up on the support read out indicator near the Surveyor's
 elbow in bright lights, accurate to 7 significant digits. The measure
 is not an ioto off the mark, not even one.

       It is without question a successful predicted guess, based on
 extrapolating between the properties involving the different systems
 in perspectives. Thank god the Surveyor doesn't have to think in
 theories, the Surveyor thinks, thinking back over the last sentence.

       A transparent polar Earth has moved all the way out to the Moon's
 Mean of orbit, standing still upon mark (MO) on the platform. And there
 with no fiddling has become fully synchronized across the span of space,
 to the rear facade of the glass clock. And that, thinks the Surveyor
 with some pleasure, is a fact worth noting.

       Well, uh, not exactly at (M0). Upon peering at the registers on the
 platform floor more closely, the Surveyor sees that the transparent polar
 Earth is smudged outward more, just to the farther side of mark of (M0).
 But only by less than 2 parts per 1O,OOO extra on the platform.

       The Surveyor has to slide the extra ultrafine viewing magnifier
 (another one of the platform's delightful attachments) into place along
 the platform floor and crank it to maximum gain to see the little difference
 in (M0) at all;  red on the scale.

       Leaving this position as a new marker, calculated as (M0+), the Surveyor
 lines up a transparent Earth (of averaged size) to the middle of the glass
 clock, and finds that the transparent Earth of averaged size shifts inward
 toward the Surveyor in a lunar orbit decreased from (M0+) by an increment
 equal to .... hey how about that! once again, it is equal to the radius
 of Venus!

       Again an increment equal to a Venus radii!

       In two separate eclipse systems!

       The Surveyor immediately does the third calculation, erecting a
 transparent Earth of equatorial size on the platform, and lines it up to
 superimpose over the front face of the glass clock. This is the shortest
 distance from the Surveyor. The transparent Earth shifts on the platform
 accordingly inward toward the Surveyor, its pinging hologram image
 phasing one of the kids inside till the kid leaps out, then leaps
 in again, getting off on the experience.

       Other than that the Surveyor sees that the incremental shift of
 the transparent Earth falls short of the (M0+) mean orbit of the Moon,
 by the equivalent of - ah HAHHH! just as predicted, exactly what the
 Surveyor was expecting - by TWO times a radius of Venus.

       However, this new Venus radius is slightly larger than the Venus
 radius of the measure just prior. In fact, these radii are so close,
 yet above, the known physical radius of Venus, that the Surveyor makes
 a substitution.

       Using the equatorial Venus radii as prior calculated (in the prior use
 of the radar estimated Venus radius to obtain a calculated Venus' Equatorial
 radius when the transparent Venus was projected on the platform and super-
 imposed in alignment to the glass clock's nearest clockface), the Surveyor
 subtracts two of these calculated Venus Equator radii from the Moon orbit
 (M0+). And divides this by the ratio of the distance to the front (nearest
 face) of the glass clock.

       In the Surveyor's mechanical endeavors this is obviously the same
 as sighting to a booming looming Sun projected into the aphelion of
 Venus' planetary orbit.

       Switching back to Earth in Moon orbit, The Surveyor finds that
 the result is as anticipated. PERFECT fits everywhere. In fact the size
 of the transparent Earth on the platform has increased as expected. It
 is a transparent Earth of EQUATORIAL size sitting on the platform in
 hologram from the platform's lasers. But hey this Earth is a minuscule
 larger, by only 5 parts per 1O,OOO more in deviation. Only 2/100ths
 in scientific deviation. No problem. Chiseling isn't necessary.

       Similarly; substituting the previously calculated averaged radius
 of Venus (when Venus was on the platform and superimposed in alignment to
 the central facade in the middle of the glass clock); the Surveyor subtracts
 one of these (calculated) averaged Venus radius from the Moon Mean of orbit
 (M0+).

       And dividing the result by the ratio of the distance to the middle of
 the glass clock divided by the radius of the clockface, the result is just
 as anticipated; it is the average radius of the Earth. But just a minuscule
 larger, by only 2 parts per lO,OOO more.

       A good surveyor does not take things for granted. A good surveyor
 always double checks.

       The Surveyor double checks by re-establishing (M0), i.e. the Moon's
 real mean of orbit, at the front end of the platform. And re-executes
 the surveys just completed. And finds that the incremental shifts of
 the transparent Earth when synchronized with the clockface radius at
 the front, middle, and back of the glass clock, come out as  0  1
 and 2 times code measured radii at about 1% less than the officially
 published radius of Venus.

       Certainly these are a ballpark for scientific hypothesis, but
 not for absolute certainties, not obvious in self evident truth. They
 are not pristine, like the prior calculations just made using the (M0+)
 mark.

       Whereas the pristine versions specifically link oblate sizes of the
 Earth with specific oblate sizes of Venus, equivalent to equatorial, averaged,
 and polar radii for Earth the upright transparant sphere, and similar for
 the upright Venus, in incremental shortenings of the Moon's orbit.

       Factual polar through averaged to equatorial radii for the
 Earth, plus the three radii for Venus are involved. And what's more,
 the identical same set of radii for Venus have just been calculated
 by  TWO  independent methods, definately a fact not overlooked by
 the Surveyor. Because the surveyor knows these facts are not
 accidents which could be caused by the rambuncious kids bumbing
 the platform wrestling, while the girl's help each other.

       Notwithstanding, without doubt this is an accuracy completely unheard
 of in astronomy. Typically heard are astronomical theoretical debates about
 random accretion disks making planets, raged as a self esteeming social
 function by the Historical Law Society's coterie of insiders.

       Not to mention their connections to organized religions and its
 connections to the practices of politics. About the debates, everyone in
 the field denies being a participator then goes right on participating.
 It is called intelligence; a misnomer at best. The bottom line is money.

       But that's the stuff that doesn't matter. It is part of the
 planetary thought pit. And most of it will be dissolved before the
 changes in cosmic age planetary frequency are finalized.

       Say wait a minute the Surveyor is getting distracted by private
 thoughts again. Oh how they want to start crowding in.

       Out they go.

       Clear and single minded once more, the Surveyor again turns to
 the tasks at hand.

       Out in front of the Surveyor on the platform is a transparent Earth;
 which is now slowly spinning for added special effect for the benefit of the
 kids. North America, then India, Africa, the mid Atlantic rift, then North
 America again, rotate past the face of the kids. This is the very Earth which
 has just been synchronized in three precise cross sectional areas to the cross
 sectional facades of the glass clock. Take note that the polar, averaged, and
 equatorial size of the vertical floating aEarth itself turned up,
 pristine and pure, in the incremental shifts.

       The synchronization has been sustained through incremental shifts
 exactly the radii size of Venus, in the transparent Earth's shifts along
 the Moon's orbit on the platform, in direct line of sight continued from
 the front, to the middle of, and to the rear of the glass clock sitting
 out there in space, with the Surveyor's platform stationed in the middle
 of the intersection. Take note there are six states of superimposure
 here, the Surveyor says to no one in particular, in quantum order of
 incremental Venus radii shifts 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 inward toward
 the surveyor starting at Moon mean of orbit at 0.

       These superimposures (to the three locations at the glass clock)
 are equivalent to superimposures made from the Earth's mean of orbit
 (position (O) on the surveyor's platform), to the aphelion, mean, and
 perihelion of Venus' planetary orbit (the front to back three facades
 of the glass clock), thinks the Surveyor again.

       More significantly is that the Venus radii increments along the
 floor of the surveyor's platform (involving positions of the transparent
 Earth and again for a transparent eclipsing Venus) were independently
 calculated previously by entirely independant means, using a
 transparent VENUS! filling the gaps shifted along the sight line.

       Indeed this is symmetry of a major kind. That an oppositive view
 of the Moon cum Earth cum Venus is right on the button when the image
 of the Sun is brought forward to boom as if heaven was making a loud
 sonic chord in the orbit of Venus.

       As already noticed in the case of the transparent Earth, a
 shorter distance to the clockface associates with a larger radius of
 the transparent Earth as well as increasing numbers of multiples of
 larger Venus radii upon the Moon orbit, and visa versa for longer
 distances to the glass clock. Large radius here means equatorial,
 not like a hot air balloon in comparison. Larger specifically
 means equatorial, not an iota larger, not even one.

       This complies with the proportionate matchups involving the
 transparent Venus (instead of the original Moon) and the glass clock,
 but is converse to the original investigation involving the transparent
 Lunar Moon to the distant space needle's revolving restaurant. In the
 first case, of the Lunar Moon, longer distances and larger Lunar Moon
 radii in fewer Moon orbital incremental multiples of larger real Earth
 radii, link up, and visa versa for shorter distances.

       It is as if some qualifying statements about mechanical principles
 in this, hint of another far greater Reality, perhaps one fundamentally
 engineered from stupendously powerful sound patterns and sonic images
 in the heart of creation where the undercurrent works it's engineering
 principles to manifest properties.



 CHAPTER 8


       The surrounding din in the intersection is on the verge of getting
 out of hand. The amateur astronomer has left in a lofty frustration which
 functions at many levels. The politicos are giving the religious fervents
 mental attacks who are in turn being shoved by the traffic cops trying to
 maintain law and order, given the ridiculous nature of this historical part
 of the city laid out entirely to accommodate slow moving traffic and the
 flow of physical observers, with everything being stopped and started by
 stop and go traffic lights.

       Memorize the rules, and don't think twice, and everything will be
 okay. So goes the illuminati theory.

       Some of the pedestrians are jaywalking including a few taking
 shortcuts around the platform. One police officer has taken on the
 messianic mission of cleaning up crime on the planet by nabbing every
 jaywalker within reach while frantically writing out a ticket per
 another, commission the motive - more illuminati.

       This officer is cleaning up, due to being in a strategic location
 between the platform and the base of the giant monument. The officer is
 writing tickets so fast that instead of handing them out the officer is
 merely slapping them on the back of each person squeeking between the
 platform and the monument.

       The tickets stand out like tags identifying those who must be
 punished. The tickets these days come as peel offs with a strip of
 sticky across the top. The gist here is that anyone doing anything
 out of the ordinary is getting a must due. Except for the Surveyor,
 who is busy keeping very quiet, so no one knows the Surveyor is
 doing anything out of the ordinary. Hidden, in other words, right
 out in the open.

       Some of those being festooned with tickets may end up spending a
 night in the bucket over unpaid jaywalking tickets worth only a few bucks.
 It is the time and hassle of getting there or remembering to pay the fines
 that gets these people in, on the numbing ersatz of being hauled away on a
 warrant for their arrest. The Surveyor knows, having gone through it more
 than once in overnight jail stays for the crummy crime of jaywalking,
 over the last couple of years.

       What a heartache for everybody over a couple of bucks, to satisfy a
 law created to satisfy a totally arbitrary means of thought; human motor
 vehicle traffic and the ideas that go along with having such junk in the
 thoughts of proud owner's plugging the streets.

       Actually it is a small problem. There is abundant joy and well being
 in the basic realms of knowledge being unfolded in the Surveyor's facts at
 the intersection.

       The kids have found a new pastime. The kids are leaping back
 and forth through the transparent Earth on the surveyor's platform
 as if teleporting through a planet.

       Only in this case instead of transparent kids passing through a
 solid planet it is solid kids passing through a transparent planet.

       Or so the Surveyor notices.

       In a similar thought the Surveyor gets the strong impression that
 in fabrics of gravity, objects of finite size can teleport or project or
 otherwise recurr in other ready made locations, and still be perfectly
 proportionate to one another even if transparent in their new locations.
 Sort of like virtual images. And something perhaps like how sound images
 can be projected to recur apart from their sound generating sources, for
 instance in an ordinary stereo set, or more in particular, a sterephonic
 image projected from a Mono generating single sound source around a
 corner and restored nearly as loud reappearing in another room.

       The numbers of the objects and orbits, not their solidness,
 is where these multiple solar structures and their activities in
 gravity are factually formulated.

       For instance, in a mirror, objects are seen which are definitely not
 solid in that they have no weight and certainly no inertia. Only parameters
 of space itself are involved in images in a mirror, the Surveyor is thinking
 quietly.

       A new definition for the word metaphysical may now be found, here
 in the fabrics, but not here in the solidness, of the third dimension.
 Another dimension. A fifth or even seventh dimension. Not merely a fabled
 fantasy, but metaphysical facts in the Reality. This would mean here in
 the potential, but not here in the mass, unless reconstruction occurs in
 the empirical universe.

       Perhaps the greater structure of a universe is made in the
 potentials, rather than in the material empiricals, as facts of Reality.

       Perhaps it is activity in the potentials that we've been calling
 spiritual. Perhaps the 6th dimension is more real than the 3rd. The thing
 about the 3rd is that when you push something it resists. If you pushed
 something in the 6th dimension the whole dimension must resist against
 going out of focus, including the 3rd. Perhaps, worth looking into
 later. Back to the onsite physical operation. The surveyor returns
 from a though jaunt to a thought 6th dimension and resumes time
 place and space here in the 3rd dimension.

       There is no question that the solar system structures as just
 surveyed exist, but exist in another level of Reality. There might now
 be a deep-state in logic to conclude that another stable dimension is
 now PROVEN to exist, one that can't be seen by the outer senses as only
 manifested in the 3rd dimension in the hardcuffs of empirical artifacts
 and their co-called reality, this other dimension is made of energy.

       Another stray thought occurs to the Surveyor. If mass objects are
 substituted for the transparent objects, in re-arrayed structures based
 upon the proportions now being revealed this very moment to the Surveyor
 for this solar system, can such solid new solar structures remain stable?
 Or even partially stable for a long enough time to be considered a state
 with a meaningful lifetime before decaying? Computer modelling might help.
 So might the existence of fundamental high energy particles.

       For instance, looking across the panorama to where new sections of
 the city are taking shape by the space needle, something has caught the
 Surveyor's eye. This newer part of the city near the space needle hasn't
 yet been laid out in a total gridlock with historical notions.

       In fact there is more than enough room to move the surveyor's
 platform right over there and confirm the Earth to Venus long distance
 proportions in yet another way.

       Realizing of course that some things are easily done by mathematics,
 without actually sliding the platform out there along the monorail gap to
 do it, the Surveyor can see how the platform can be moved in very close to
 the distant space needle, actually the same distance back along the monorail
 track from the center of the revolving restaurant, as is the platform at the
 intersection currently back from the glass clock. In other words, simulating
 the surveyor's platform out from the revolving restaurant (the Sun) at a
 distance equivalent to the gap between the planet orbits of Earth and Venus.

       And up front there along the monorail track, by moving the entire
 platform in and out through the same distances as occurring between the
 middle of the intersection by the monument to the front, middle, and back
 of the glass clock, the same proportions can be made with transparent
 planets shifting incrementally along the surveyor's platform, in
 perfect short orbit views, with their synonymous Moon orbits
 directly synchronized, now, to the radius of the revolving
 restaurant at the space needle itself.

       Ie., now making equivalent perfect matchups to the size of the
 physical Sun at the center of the solar system.

       New constructions of a different mechanical kind - because now the
 platform itself (i.e. the observer) moves in and out (instead of a Sun
 at Venus) - are constructable on the inside of the orbit of Mercury,
 to recreate the Earth as Moon, and Venus as Moon, eclipse states.

       In these re-erections (thinks the Surveyor) the observer would be
 moving in and out like a MICROSCOPE'S eyepiece. While back here by the
 astronomical unit monument at the intersection, the surrogate Sun targeted
 in Venus' orbit is moving in and out while I stand here stationary, like
 the eyepiece of a TELESCOPE, the Surveyor is thinking quietly.

       Otherwise, the proportions in both the telescope and microscope
 perspectives are calculated by identical mathematical proportions. So
 identical in fact that either perspective (telescope of microscope)
 would not be known, unless otherwise stated, or the whole assembly
 is viewed independantly by a second party observer entirely outside
 of the system. Analogous to human in a cage freefalling to earth,
 the weightless human does not know if the cage is falling to Earth,
 or travelling as a single object of inertia in a straight line through
 outer space. Something read about Saint Einstein back in first year
 physics.

       Back on track at Earth the surveyor resumes review.

       Verry interesting. Here at Earth, the Sun moves in and out at Venus,
 while I the observer remain stationary in the mechanics of a telescope.
 But move the same assemblies - the distances between Earth mean to Venus'
 eccentricic orbits - intact to the center of the solar system (inside the
 orbit of Mercury facing the sun), and the same things are not the same.
 There is no inertia in massless straight line echo projections made of
 energy.

       In a microscope physics now I the observer dynamically move in
 an out while focusing upon a Sun that is stationary at the center of
 the solar system in the mechanics of a microscope.

       Verrry interesting. Two very different mechanical assemblies, which
 have identical proportionate parts. But that's not mysterious. All that this
 is are that the points of view are altered. The mechanics of a telescope and
 microscope are otherwise the same.

       All right, it is still remarkable to see such ideas in the big city.

       What it means is that for assemblies formed in multi-array groups,
 at least TWO if not THREE independent events of a point of view have to
 be seen at once (together) in order to tell if the mechanics of the array
 are microscope, or telescope, in principle.

       A laboratory frame and an observer frame can be interchanged,
 but the mathematical proportions remain unchanged. No weird twists
 in conserved symmetry in this regard. The only real difference is
 that there is a rotation of the whole assembly by 180 degrees for
 the observer's position at Earth orbit, to now be stationed in
 close to the Sun in the center of the solar system.

 Unless (a pause somewhere in the brain) the whole assembly which
 includes Earth as a stationary point of center, and the cluster
 of Venus eccentricic data points, to the other side of the Sun.
 In this case absolutely nothing changes, except orientation
 along a slide rule lineal axis that continues through the Sun
 to have Venus in orbit beyond it, still on the inside of the
 orbit of Mercury, but oscillating in and out in the opposite
 direction relative to Mars in outer position used for reference.

       The Surveyor briefly wonders if different mechanical events
 might occur subatomically amongst particles, the differences being
 masked by indistinguishable mathematics, but, can't get any clear idea
 on just what kind of events might be involved. It was just a quick quiet
 passing thought. These would not be particle and anti particle events,
 since upright pole alignments are still north up south down, planets
 still spin in the same direction, orbits revolve in the same direction,
 spins, and wavelength orbital distances are still the same, switching
 east vector view to west vector view on the opposite side of the sun.
 If particles, compton wavelength constact switches from east side,
 to west side, resulting in an anti momentum equivalent relative
 to a third particle.

       But in fact intrinsically, in eclipses, there are three parts:
 an observer, focal lens, and object being focused upon. An interesting
 feature of the solar assemblies is that the focal lens per se' (planet
 sized objects in the orbit of the Moon) also uniquely and discretely
 change size in focal cross sectional area just as if made of liquid
 lenses that flex, as the position of the focal lens per se' shifts in
 increments in and out by tiny hops equal to the sizes of terran planets,
 hopping in itty bits along a very narrow range inside the orbit of the
 Moon, the bits no larger than Earth's radius . The bodies aren't
 swinging around like fantastic bolo balls, to make the superimposures,
 in other words.

       The cornea of a human eye is in fact just such a liquid lense. So
 the idea of a liquidly changing lense already exists in the physics of
 the empiricals of the Universe.

       So be it.

       The focal lens itself, its incrementally variable cross section
 area, is part of the fundamental structure of the solar assemblies.
 Interesting that the variability corresponds precisely to the polar,
 averaged, and equatorial radii size of each focal object. A verrry tight
 precision. In evidence are very hard core geometry principles sculpting
 these artifacts into such precise shapes. Absolutely fundamental in their
 activity, that's for sure. So much for the random accretion disk theory.
 Accretion, yes, but accreting at precise points that are like ripples
 in a flowing pond from self sustaining rocks in place, rather than by
 idle bits and chances of whimsical stray destinies in the currents
 amove around a pond swirling like Saturn's rings only larger enough
 to occupy swaths of solar space.

       Hmmm.

       This is some of what the Surveyor is thinking in a rapid tour of
 private thoughts, all of them too much in the range of hard though to
 be resonantly comfortable in the mind.


 CHAPTER 9

       With a distant faint whine the monorail pulls into the glass clock.
 Passengers move off, then on the train, while the engineer exits the cab
 at the front of the glass clock facing the Surveyor, and walks to the rear
 of the glass clock to enter the cab of the engine at the other end of the
 train, facing the space needle. Because the train is in oscillation
 movement, in, out, the south pole (engineer) switching from front
 to rear as the oscillation switches. It does not matter which
 oscillation the passengers experience boarding, boarding is the
 same when the train is stationary, when oscillation changes direction
 alternating inertias kick in when the trains starts moving for each
 new oscillation.

       A whistle blows. The train pulls out of the station and heads toward
 the space needle. The Surveyor stops to think about what the Surveyor has
 just observed through the eyepiece gizmo.

       Oh what the heck. Being on a hot roll the Surveyor investing a
 few more minutes decides to try an idea that has been working its way
 up through the inkiness of short circuits from other people's disbeliefs,
 into the Surveyor's consciousness.

       The idea is so non-scientific as to seem at first ludicrous. But
 what the hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

       The idea this time is to re-locate the platform intact inside the
 monorail terminal at the glass clock. And, facing the space needle, move
 the platform along the monorail track to the distances from the front,
 middle, to the rear of the glass clock. This time again with the marker
 stick at the front of the platform at (M0), the Moon's mean of orbit.
 And sight straight ahead along the monorail track to the revolving
 restaurant. It means moving the orbit of the Moon to orbit at Venus.

       What transparent object must be found in the region of (M0), out
 from Venus in a straight line to the Sun, when the platform is sliding
 back and forth along the monorail track in the glass clock, (as if in
 the orbit of Venus), to effect a synchronized sighting with an unknown
 Moon orbiting from Venus the same distance out as known Moons orbit
 from Earth?

       In other words looking at the Sun, directly from the orbit of Venus?

       Well, let's be reasonable, looking at the revolving restaurant, as
 seen from inside the glass clock.

       With curiosity fast mounting the Surveyor thinks about how to
 do this, how to get things ready.

       Fortunately, the Surveyor does not have to actually move the
 platform to the glass clock to do the next round of observations, since
 they can be done just as assuredly on a sheet of paper, or modelled in
 the platform's consul, hence byon the amazing platform itself via
 recurrent sonic energy image projections for long distances away
 from source (surveyor still at the platform in the center of the
 city).

       In stooping to line things up for the new settings, the Surveyor
 notices magnified through the pinhole of the eyepiece gizmo that the
 monorail train is accelerating away very fast toward the space needle.
 A more insistent whine of fast inductions in its motors tells of its
 passing, from a long distance away.

       A gathering crowd of people are waiting in the middle of the
 interior of the revolving restaurant. Must be a glitch in schedules,
 thinks the Surveyor. The revolving restaurant has just started to rise
 slowly up the space needle.

       But where to start?  How to start a problem which has many unknowns
 and no known answer?

       Staying put at the intersection, in math on a sheet of paper the
 Surveyor images a lucky guess. The Surveyor divides the distance from
 the middle of the glass clock to the center of the revolving restaurant
 by the radius of the revolving restaurant. And multiplies the reciprocal
 of this ratio by the Moon's mean of orbit (M0).

       Hmmm and hmmmmm.

       The Surveyor does an experiment, this time using the platform,
 for the sake of the experiment using the gizmo lens to arbitrarily shorten
 long distances to where sighting to the revolving restaurant is equivalent
 to actually being inside the glass clock, instead of at the intersection.

       Oh ho, Why didn't I think about this in the first place.

       This isn't hard to do at all not even physically, since the space
 needle and the revolving restaurant can be so clearly seen through the
 glass clock, and the platform's eyepiece gizmo. All that is needed is
 to cancel the distance between the Surveyor and the glass clock, as
 seen through the eyepiece gizmo on the platform.

       After taking a moment to modify the scope the Surveyor is well
 pleased. The optics of the platform are good enough that side images
 of escalators and ticket windows inside the glass clock are now being
 curved into the perifery of the Surveyor's view through the eyepiece
 gizmo. So when looking through it, it seems as if the Surveyor is
 actually standing inside the glass clock and looking straight
 ahead right along the line of sight of the monorail track to
 the space needle.

       Meanwhile the din in the intersection around the Surveyor is
 increasing.

       Oh ho, I should have thought about this in the first place.

       The Surveyor lines things up judiciously, asking the engram
 algorithms in the platform for a transparent object to appear at (M0)
 on the end of the platform, synchronized to be of a size needed to
 superimpose the revolving restaurant, with the platform psuedo
 stationed in the exact middle of the glass clock, and a detailed
 image of the center of the glass clock recurred in the eyepiece gizmo.

       The result of the above calculation appears in a spang of sound.

       The spang occurred because the platform had never been pre-programmed
 for such a result, so had resorted to a recurrencing activity looping data
 changing through each loop through its central processing units, rather
 than in forcing a new way through alternate routings in the conducting
 ganglions of the platform's famous ionnics.

       This time the Surveyor, taking the resultant reading from off the
 super-accurate readout scale on the vertical transparent marker stick,
 has to look up the reading in the observer's handbook provided for
 tourists by the Historical Law Society.

       And what do you think the Surveyor finds?  The new transparent
 spheroid, sitting right out in the open on the front of the platform,
 and still vibrating slightly from the spang, is none other than MERCURY.
 Relative to scale of course.

       What a fantastic surprise - not altogether unexpected - but
 nevertheless a surprise - to see Mercury of all things sitting out
 there in the open on the end of the platform as real as life.

       The Surveyor immediately double checks, by multiplying the official
 (estimated) radius of Mercury by the ratio of the distance from the middle
 of the glass clock to the revolving restaurant, divided by the radius of
 the revolving restaurant. (M0) shortens to (L0). The amount of shortness
 is easily seen. It is (M0)-(L0) = (X0). It looks familiar. It is, yes how
 neat is tidy, (X0) is very close to, hmmm, yeah, that's it for sure, it's
 humm, humm, two times Mercury's radius.

       The Surveyor tries a next step that now becomes obvious; subtracting
 one of Mercury's (officially estimated) radius from (M0), and first dividing
 this by Mercury's radius, divides the ratio into the distance from the front
 clockface to the space needle, and comes up with the radius of the revolving
 restaurant, or at least very close to that radius.

       Oh boy the kids are making ten cent bets as to where Mercury is
 going to show up next. Here, there, no here; three different spots are
 marked by three different kids on the platform.

       One of the youngsters wants to push Mercury off the platform and
 roll it home but finds it can't be done. No inertia to push. Not really
 disappointed the youngster is a little perplexed at the science of how
 the massless object can be seen to be sitting there like a solid yet not
 be there.

       Going to give it another push, the kid nearly tumbles when Mercury
 shifts again on the platform. And changes size discretely. When the other
 kiddies laugh, the youngster realizes it wasn't really the push that made
 Mercury move and change size. It was more like another state in a vibration.
 The Surveyor hot on a roll is busy tapping more buttons.

       Oh boy the third step is even more obvious to the Surveyor. From
 (M0) the Surveyor subtracts four times Mercury's (estimated official)
 radius, then first dividing this by Mercury's (estimated official) radius,
 next divides the resulting ratio into the distance from the rear facade of
 the glass clock to the space needle (Venus Perihelion distance). And once
 again comes up with the radius of the revolving restaurant.

       But this is not good enough. There is intuitional discomfort.

       Quick thoughts are going in circles in the Surveyor's calculator.

       Actually, the Surveyor has to go to using (M0+) rather than (M0)
 to get things right on sync to Mercury's actual radius. And finds that
 ((M0+) - 1 MR) is the actual platform mark for determining the values
 of Mercury's perfect incremental shifts inward, where (M0+) is a value
 determined in the prior Earth to Venus sightings. And (MR) is again the
 radius of the Moon itself. Good old Luna is back in town.

       To confirm things, the Surveyor moves the vertical marker stick outward
 toward the surface of the transparent Mercury by the equivalent of 1 averaged
 radius of the Earth's Moon, and puts a wink of light on the stick and finds
 presto!, the mark on the stick touching the outer skin of Mercury, and the
 perfect points of center of the transparent Mercury, along with the pinhole
 in the eyepiece gizmo, connect through space in a perfect straight line
 with the pupil of the Surveyor's keen eyeball.

       In a moment of detached curiosity, the Surveyor finds just how little
 the head actually has to move in order for the points of light up front to
 disappear in the blind spot. It means, if observing in the blind spot, that
 without prior knowledge, no one would ever know that such synchronized
 quantum structures amongst the inter planetary space arrays are actually
 here in Reality. Until the observer shifts out of the blind spot. Such as
 the Surveyor does, just now.

       Interesting effect.

       Otherwise, things are so tightly synched that just the Surveyor's
 breathing is enough to cause the distant target; (the centerpoint of the
 revolving restaurant); to heave out of view. It means holding the breath.
 Which is why the Surveyor can be heard to puff, then puff again, then again,
 as the seconds progress into minutes.

       By this time the revolving restaurant has aborted its ascent and is
 back at ground level exchanging passengers with the monorail train, so that
 the Surveyor is also able to line up the winks of light through the gizmo's
 pinhole to the actual global hot spot in the very center of the revolving
 restaurant.

       This is done by the simple expediency of looking straight up the
 core of the train, through the coaches, and out the front window past
 the engineer's hand still on the throttle, into the centerwink hot spot
 inside the globe. Well, let's not create false images here. The globe
 is found in an ornate chandelier in the very center of the revolving
 restaurant and is a light about the size of a ping pong ball in
 comparison to the size of the revolving restaurant.

       A passenger stands up and is silhouetted in a doorway at the front of
 a monorail coach, and, at that moment the Surveyor sort of carelessly shouts
 in private thought:  Hey, sit down will you. The passenger grabs the nearest
 seat and sits, looking guilty. Oh gotta be careful, thinks the Surveyor,
 sorry about that. Thoughts can definately leak. Just before the person
 sat down the person had actually tugged on the back hem of the jacket,
 as if feeling that someone was staring at their behind. Thoughts leak.

       Anyway, the view is now clear through the front of the train to the
 globe where the track terminates in the heart of the revolving restaurant.
 It should be mentioned that the restaurant was designed in the inspiration
 of a slow motion yo yo lying on its side; with the stationary track sticking
 out like the string of the yo yo, as the dome halves above and below continue
 to rotate slowly when the restaurant is at ground level.

       Being able to see straight into the center of the innermost globe
 gives maximum accuracy to the long distance parts of the equations, allowing
 for exactitudes with the maximum cross sectional diameter of the revolving
 restaurant.

       It is equivalent to looking into the very heart of the Sun.

       The cross section of the globe in the center of the restaurant
 (the Surveyor happens to note in a quick sidecheck), is proportionately
 about how much the Sun would collapse if contracted by the general
 relativistic effect of the Sun's own gravity.

       And a thin outer fringe of light around the inner globe, is about
 what orbit an object would have when orbiting around the Sun's event
 horizon if the Sun was theoretically collapsed into a black hole. The
 diameter of the globe (in the proportions) represents one half plus
 less a few more centimeters the diameter of a real black hole regards
 the Sun. The black hole total body Sun collapse, and the zero point
 non existence void hole in the center of the Sun, differ in dimension
 by a few parts of a percent.

       But these are facts for another story, the Surveyor thinks,
 returning in quick thought to the matters at hand, i.e. the transparent
 Mercury sitting out here in the bare open here on the end of the platform.

       Otherwise, actually, the Surveyor has to loop each calculation
 at least two more times before homing in on firm values for each size
 of Mercury's oblate radii. The concept of strange attractors, comes up
 and fades instantly, as the Surveyor does the equations over and over
 again. When done a certain way, the equations re-iterate (home in) to
 constant values that are unmistakable. When done another way, the
 equations quickly unravel into random junk. There is no poymonial
 in-out symmetry, where the answer becomes the input and visa versa
 for the equation in reverse direction. Here where the surveyor works
 in a real time equation, the equations just done above only work in
 one direction.

 So, there is an intrinsic law in solar eclipses, there is no symmetry
 in the principles of string equations for solar bodies, the euations
 work in one direction in to out, but not the other direction out to in.
 Like neutrinos which have one spin direction, all neutrinos have in
 direction one single spin, instead of two spins like all other particles.

 What an elegant model for the mystery of the neutrino's single spin,
 this, a note jotted in fast scrawl in the little notebook surveyors use.

       The project at hand resumes, the surveyor resumes thinking eclipses.

       The thing about Mercury is that only its equatorial radius is
 officially known in the scientific cookbooks, since as of the moment
 no space telescope has been sent over the top of Mercury to measure
 its size from pole to pole.

       Nevertheless, as with the previous three systems; for transparent
 Venus, the Earth, and the solid Moon; the latest equations involving
 a transparent Mercury cinch up tight rather than unravelling like a
 loose thread in someone's daydreams.

       What is apparent, is that (XA) associated with Venus' Aphelion
 of orbit includes not 1 but 2 Mercury of polar radii size in incremental
 shifts of a polar sized Mercury in the Moon's orbit. And (X0) associated
 with Venus' Mean of orbit includes 3 Mercury of averaged radii size in
 incremental shifts of an average size Mercury in the Moon's orbit. And
 (XP) associated with Venus' Perihelion of orbit includes 4 Mercury of
 equatorial radii size in inwardly incremental shifts, of an equatorial
 sized Mercury in the Moon's orbit, as the transparent Mercury skips
 back and forth along the platform to become superimposed over the
 Sun, er, revolving restaurant, as the Surveyor shifts in point of
 view back and forth observing from the front to the rear clockfaces
 of the glass clock.

       It is in the Surveyor's mind to be sure to mention later that
 the (X) values are amounts the transparent Mercury shifts in shortened
 orbits toward the Surveyor, relative to the marker stick's ((M0+) - 1 MR)
 starting position, rather than from (M0) the Moon's mean of orbit which
 is the established referencing constant on the platform.

       Concluded is that smaller Mercury radii in fewer incrementals
 at greater arms length corresponds to greater distances from the glass
 clock to the space needle, and visa versa. This is again in reverse
 to the progressions found for the original (Earth Moon Sun) survey
 in which larger Earth radii in larger incrementals and shorter arms
 lengths, correspond to shorter distances from the Surveyor in the
 intersection to the space needle.

       Also duly noted is that planet Earth has the largest distinction
 between equatorial and polar size, Venus has less, and Mercury has the
 smallest distinction in terms of overall planetary size, with the Moon
 the smallest of all. These differences are all clearly seen and recorded
 by the Surveyor, everything fits tight, according to a Divine Plan. Mars
 has the largest distinction in size, the surveyor recalls. A distinction
 progression from small radius at the out constant, to a large radius
 at the in constant closests to the surveyor's eyeball.

       Definately some form of HYPER FINE DISTINCTION at work here, writes
 the Surveyor steadily making notes as the experiments progress.

       Finally concluded, is that a   (M0 -2  -3  - 4)  series of
 multiple increments in the Moon's orbit has just been located.  The
 2, 3, 4, incremental series is for Mercury, and includes focal object
 sizes for the radii of a transparent Mercury correspondent to the
 correct physical size of Mercury itself in the solar system.

       In a fast flash in sublimal reaches in consiousness the
 surveyor organizes the quantum whole numbers into a series of
 6 locations along the line of sight. The 6 point quantum
 number formula is:

                5  4  3  2  1  0 )( + 1Mr


            venus radii      2  1  0          - Earth Earth Sun

     (Mr) moon radii      3  2  1  )( +1Mr    - Earth Moon Sun (real)

     mercury radii     4  3  2                - Venus Mercury Sun

   venus radii      5  4  3                   - Venus Venus Sun


       The formula in not quantum gravity, The formula is clearly
 something else. The surveyor does not know what that something else
 is except to know it exists in the undercurrent which pervades
 everything that has properties and principles. Fog and other
 chaoses do not have intrinsic images in the undercurrent.

       Once again, work resumes back to normal.

       The calculations have been straightforward and swiftly revealing.
 And so are the credits. Mercury HAS to sit out there at arm's length when
 the orbit of the Moon is teleported to Venus, with the Surveyor in simulation
 sitting out there in Venus' orbit as the platform equivalently moves back and
 forth through the three key viewpoints of Venus' elliptical orbit, by moving
 from the front to the back of the glass clock whose radius has turned out
 to be the same as the Sun. The three key viewpoints are Venus' perihelion,
 mean, and aphelion of orbit around the Sun.

       In balance in space the transparent Mercury in the orbit of the Moon
 at Venus thus changes shape accordingly, fitted to the size of the real
 Mercury orbiting the Sun (perhaps predicting oblative parameters - polar vrs
 equatorial radii - for the planet Mercury to a very high degree of accuracy),
 when the Venus orbit version of Mercury synchronizes across the long distances
 of space to the cross sectional size of the revolving restaurant. Ahem, er,
 the Sun. Ahem, er, it can get wordy.

       The Surveyor has begun to fantasize quick brief conversations
 with certain members of the Historical Law Society.

       Yes, certainly, these proportions are in fact installed in the firmament.

       First, you saw only the (Earth Moon Sun) system, and now there is the
 (Earth Venus Venus), the (Earth Earth Venus), and now the (Venus Mercury Sun)
 systems, all instated in perfect proportional harmonics to absolute accuracy
 in the architecture in the terran region of the solar system.

       Logically, you could expect at least one system to be synonymous with
 the (Earth Moon Sun) structure. But there are actually two symmetrically
 oppositive others;  the (Venus Venus Sun) and (Earth Venus Sun) groups. And
 look at this thing involving Mercury at Venus, and the Sun, it is like the
 basic (Earth Moon Sun) system in its mechanics. Yet a fourth elegant series
 is thus woven in the architecture of the firmament. This we can call a bonus.
 It makes four distinct groups altogether so far. Not one, Four!

       Even the skeptics are caught short as far as sage-wise emotions are
 concerned. One of the most skeptical (in the Surveyor's private thought
 fantasies) asks if the Surveyor intends to reprogram the platform to
 include a model of the nobel prize. Or for making swirl patterns in
 corn fields. Or better yet, program how to spend money from the Nobel
 Prize. How to fold up the spreadsheets and go home.

       You act like a laugh, the Surveyor responds, as the fantasy begins
 to warm up in earnest. In fact we can see you hurrying with fears in
 your briefcases and jammers in your hands to protect your favorite theories ...

       The Surveyor leans back against the guard rail of the platform
 and takes a long breath.

       Heady stuff, these useless mind fantasies, the Surveyor realizes,
 knowing full well that certain of the Historical Law Society will surely
 make many jokes about winning the Nobel prize.

       But business is urgent and there is no time for idle thoughts. Out the
 idle thoughts go. The interesting new datafinds regarding Venus and Mercury
 go right into the Surveyor's little notebook. Now a real pattern is easily
 seen.

       How neat is tidy, because everything fits. Now surveyed are an:

          0  1  2   incremental series            for  Earth Earth Venus
          1  2  3   incremental series            for  Earth Moon Sun
          2  3  4   incremental series            for  Venus Mercury Sun
          3  4  5   incremental series            for  Earth Venus Venus

          The subliminal fast flash included the (+Mr) for the Earth-Moon-Sun
 system which is not included here in physical notes.

 These are notes involving shifts of perfect planet-sized spheres along
 a straight line axis extending in a tiny region of space on this side of
 the Moon's orbital distance from Earth.

       The whole systematic array is based on the Moon's mean of orbit (M0)
 as the single, the only, referencing constant involving distance. Plus the
 full cross sectional diameter of the Sun as the single, the only, stand
 alone reference constant involving size.

       And planetary eccentricity is just as important, locked in the
 architecture. It is NOT, as everyone thinks, random.

       No fooling around. Not only is there a beautiful architectural
 elegance with some symmetry conservations, but it is also impeccably
 logical, fundamentally here inbuilt like another map showing recurrances
 projecting in vibration (or resonant) facets of mass body gravity
 overlaying the solid visible structures of the city.

       The Surveyor (in the fantasy) vigorously taps the little notebook
 surveyor's use in front of the faces in the auditorium of the Historical
 Law Society. Yes without doubt this is becoming a very hot fantasy.

       These systems have their own rules, which I had to find, rather than
 create, the Surveyor announces aloud in a moment of heated declaration, as
 the fantasy zooms into overdrive.

       You don't say. Are you crazy?  says one of the individuals standing
 in the street nearby to the Surveyorwho was now shouting aloud loudly,
 disrupting the lastest episode. It dissolves and the Surveyor is back
 on the street at the busy intersection of Peace and Bedlam, waving a
 hand to fan away some dust which has gusted forth from the nearby cut
 in bedrock where a dynamite explosion has just blasted away one of the
 derelict buildings in a poof of falling debre and a spreading fan of
 dust gradually dissipating.

       But that is not important. The Surveyor remains preoccupied with the
 problems at hand. Firstly, how to define the qualifiers of the systems just
 surveyed. And secondly, how to stay free of the fantasies.




 CHAPTER 10

       Here is where will causes the action. The thoughts now turn
 to another kind, the kind that are without a verbal vocabulary.

       Actually, it was known in the intuition all along that something very
 fundamental, very absolute, is here in the interplanetaries. The problem is
 to find it, and then to express the stuff in a language of the planet, which
 everyone is supposed to know is very different than languages of pure thought.

       Someone's parents have come along to round up one of the kids, and
 some of the other young people have wandered off seeking other things as
 kiddies do, now that the platform seems to have fallen idle. As far as the
 kids are concerned the exciting part is over. They see only the Surveyor
 leaning forward against the guard rail, elbows propped, gazing absently
 up the boulevard, the Sun beating down.

       They don't know yet that in the adult's world, the exciting part
 hasn't even started.

       What else, what else can I think of or check out, thinks the Surveyor,
 in thoughts which continue to be of a kind that function as ideas without
 words. These kind have no throat sensations or tickles from sub vocalization.

       It does not mean the Moon orbits have to be circular to be perfect.
 It could be that incrementations are how quantal rates of eccentricities
 would behave in a solar dynamic quantum theory. This could mean that every
 quantum orbit state of every different real or transparent Moon begins at
 an eccentricity constant of that state.

       Now is when the verbal thought stream resumes, with this time the
 Surveyor talking to no one in particular.

       Oh yes, the question about centerpoints. A gravitational point of
 center is not necessarily an object's real centerpoint. Mass anomalies in
 the object could effect where the gravity point locates. And in the case
 of the Sun, the Sun's gravitational point of center is not perfectly the
 solar center, in that gravity pulling by the planets particularly giant
 massive Jupiter, pulls the Sun's gravitational center off base orbiting
 in a tiny space at the solar centerpoint by amounts that can be
 calculated.

       It raises the question of whether the structures I have just
 surveyed are formed upon the action of gravity centerpoints, (thinks
 the Surveyor), or were the gravity centerpoints inherently formed upon
 the actions of something totally more fundamental?

       Anybody think there's something stupid here?  Adding and subtracting
 the radii of terran planets to terran planet orbits may seem ridiculous to
 cold nosed observers historically still staring at slow big eclipse pictures.
 Astronomers stationed on a snow peak know just what it feels like to make
 long slow observations knee deep in snow, calculating creeping slow motions
 minute after minute, as icicles slowly grow around the blow holes of their
 face masks.

       But size isn't any different than one of physics most established
 practices. In fact the ratio of relative size between the radii and orbits
 in this terran group of planets is right on par in magnitude with the ratio
 between the electron's mass energy equivalent, and the much smaller binding
 energy of the electron itself, in atoms.

       And goodness knows everyone keeps saying the best information about
 atoms and decays comes from adding and subtracting the tiny bits of binding
 energy and decay momentum energies, right to the last final decimal
 point's highest significant figure.

       Mind you, the binding energy proportions aren't necessarily
 duplicated out here in the solar system. The surveyor had absently
 turned day dream gaze outward to Mars.

       How dumb can I get!  I never even thought of MARS!

       The Surveyor slaps a hand against the guard rail becuase it
 missed the side of the head and shouts to the remaining youngsters.
 Quick, quick, give me a hand, help me turn the platform around. The
 Surveyor wastes no time getting started.

       To make a long story short, the platform is quickly swivelled by
 a few grunts and wheezes and this time it is facing away from the space
 needle, toward outer space so to speak. For the Surveyor has remained in
 the same observational position, with bum swinging in a 180 degree arc as
 the platform is swung around by the kids, so that now, a Moon at the end of
 the platform would be in a  FULL  Moon view, backdropped by free space rather
 than the Sun. To look at another solar symmetry. But of what kind?  At this
 moment there is nothing out there to even think about.

       Well, actually, there is.

       Can I?  Should I?  Well why not.

       The Surveyor plucks a few facts from the platform's backup data
 bank and before you know it, a transparent Sun exactly the size of the
 revolving restaurant has formed out over the apposing plain. Actually
 not that far out over the plain. Not quite double the distance back to
 the glass clock in the opposite direction behind the platform. Out here
 on the plain, the transparent Sun has been made to form precisely at a
 distance to be equal to the mean of the orbit of Mars.

       Why Mars?  Who knows?  The Surveyor has a hunch is all.

       It did not take long to key the strokes to make the Sun happen.

       The key-ins were vigorous and direct, with not a single slipup or
 pause for wrong action. This is because the Surveyor is hot on the call
 of another intuitional lunch. It is as if observers in a higher plain
 (perhaps even including a higher dimensional action of the Surveyor in
 fact), are inputting persistent urges which suddenly burst forth upon
 the Surveyor in ideas that can be readily acted upon.

       Let's see what is going to happen NOW, says the Surveyor, winking
 at the wide eyed youngsters.

       It is lucky that the slice for the monorail extension has been
 cleared through the towers of the old relics that clutter the latter
 part of the city, for the Surveyor has an unobstructed view out to the
 transparent Sun hovering like a flaming orange by itself some distance
 out on the plain. Interestingly, the Sun can only be seen when standing
 on the platform looking straight through the eyepiece of the gizmo,
 the clock interior erased. Again the amazing blind spot effect;
 instantly in focus, instantly gone, as the Surveyor shifts by moves
 no less than made by kneejerks on the platform.

       One, then another, then quickly all of the youngsters are allowed
 to take an eager look at the projection of the Sun sitting out there on
 the plane.

       Now with the curiosity and the keen harping of the little
 sharpies put to rest, the Surveyor is ready to settle down to some
 serious speculation.

       But the speculation phase doesn't last very long. For right
 away the Surveyor is lucky to find something of lasting value.

       To wit:  The Surveyor has decided to begin with a simple idea.

       To wit:  To find out what size of a moon needs to be in the
 Moon's mean of orbit, to perfectly superimpose the cross sectional
 diameter of the mirage of the new Sun hovering out there on the plain
 at Mar's mean of orbit. What the Surveyor intends to check is the SIZE
 of the new object, in full cross sectional diameter superimposed at
 perfect right angles to the full cross sectional diameter of the Sun,
 like upright stop signs along a highway. This is the same criteria
 by which all of the preceeding eclipse observations have been made.

       Foxing the platform to perform one or two calculations more than
 its original programming to deduce the size of the moon needed, doesn't
 take long, and very soon the platform after buzzing and going fuzzy at
 the end, begins to generate parts of the equation. A few seconds pass
 and suddenly SPANG!  a small transparent ball appears at the end of
 the platform, vibrating vigorously.

       It is exactly in place on the platform's lineal grid along the
 floorboard that the platform designers had originally scaled to be the
 Moon's orbit. Good good everything's working, the Surveyor mutters.

       But what is it. It is just a ball sitting there. Nothing fancy,
 nothing recognizable except it's reddish color, its energetic virbato
 rapidly diminishing to a standstill, and the hot red humm quickly
 fading to low audibles.

       Hmmmm maybe not. The smallish size of the ball has captured the
 Surveyor's attention. Much smaller than were the Earth and Venus, it
 is still clearly larger than Mercury and the would be the full Moon.
 Hmm, yes, right, it  IS  apparently a little larger than was the
 transparent Mercury.

       The Surveyor taps a few of the platform's astrophysical data buttons
 to produce a hunch. The hunch arrives in a hurry and right on schedule, so
 to speak. The transparent slowly spinning ball, even as the kids (the
 grinning little sharpies) watch keenly, first vibrates, fades slightly,
 then reappears in the space of but a few seconds, unchanged in size but
 with brand new features.

       Sitting as real as life on the end of the surveyor's platform,
 is a brand new transparent familiar old sphere.

       Not an iota of its size has changed. Not even a twitch to mark a change
 in diameter. The new sphere is exactly the same size as before through its
 midsection, with a slight movement inward at the poles. But boy oh boy has it
 changed colors, and gained a whole new coat of features over the whole of its
 surface. The data banks of the platform are certainly reliable. This is no
 strange object. Not at all.

       Hey its Mars! one of the youngsters still here shouts. The
 youngsters still here quickly gather around the end of the platform
 to poke their fingers into the transparent Mars, testing it and gliding
 their hands over the imaginary textured surface. That's Mars!

       Just to make the whole thing convincing, one of the kids stands
 back and fires a bubble gum wad through Mons Olympus the giant volcano.
 The gumball flies straight through the eye of the volcano with uncanny
 accuracy, and keeps going right through the planet and out the other side,
 to stick against the brass that holds the eyepiece gizmo used by the
 Surveyor. Everyone laughs.

       Well wouldn't you just know, laughs the Surveyor. A hotshot.

       Just to be double certain, the Surveyor re-adjusts the eyepiece
 gizmo all over again and double checks the inputs and markers on the
 platform, and there is no doubt that this is the planet Mars, to exact
 averaged radius in size in fact, sitting contentedly just like it must
 actually be there, sitting right out there in full view like a red tinged
 large full Moon, where it superimposes a full scale recurrent replica of
 the Sun hovering out on the plain with its point of center at a distance
 exactly equivalent to Mars' mean of orbit. The size to distance ratios
 are perfect.

       Being completely accurate about this, the Surveyor records that
 actually the center of the transparent spheriodal Mars as a large full
 Moon, sits earthward from the Moon's mean of orbit by a nudge totally
 equal to the averaged radius of Mars itself. Not an iota of deviation.
 Not even one. Very tight in the physics that's for sure. No point in
 concidering a percentage of error in THESE calculations.

       There are none.

       How neat can tidy be, says the Surveyor, examining the input
 parameters one more time and again finding no deviations whatsoever.
 These bodies (Mars and the projected Sun) are precisely proportional
 in cross sectional overlays when so positioned in an appositive view
 faced away from Sun central, to the outer reaches of space in the solar
 system.

        The surveyor pushes a small button on the pedestal, switching
 the platform computor to hyperdrive mode, and inputs single direction
 data to see if a stubborn small errorness can be removed from the
 three eclipse states for the eclipsed Earth.

        And it turns out there is.

        In hyperfining the string equations, when the result appears at
 the end of the one way string, the lazer rod up the middle shifts out at
 once in a tiny move. The surveyor turns on more juice in the hyperfine
 power, and peering close to the data panel on the floors, sees data
 appear slowly digit by digit and at only three digits the surveror
 already knows the answer, the little shift is the radii of the Moon.

       It means, in Earth the eclipser eclipses, the three eclipse states
 out actually start outshifted to the other side of the Moon's mean of
 orbit (M) by an the amount exactly the same as one Moon radius, then
 in state two is an Earth the eclipse shift to this side of (MO) in
 toward the surveyor, the eclipser moving from 0 quntum state by
 one Venus radius, then to state 3 another single shift the equal
 of the radius of Venus. The Earth Earth Sun eclispe state quantum
 description is actually   (MO + 1Mr )( - 1,  - 2,  - 3,  Er).

 Out (+) then reverse (-) in lineal vector progression direction in the
 primary event Earth Earth Sun event which as three secondary states.

       It takes only a few squiggles of the pencil to get THESE facts
 recorded in the little notebook surveyor's use.

       Oops.  The one direction priority when eclipse strings are mathed
 a certain way is not a law.

       It's algebra.

       Starting with the Sun's large radius, the string results in
 a moon radii (a contraction) as an output end factor in ---> this
 direction, resulting in negligable output error deviations.

 In reverse, a moon's small radius starting, expands in <--- this
 direction to the Sun's large radius, amd this can (usually) result
 in large deviated output errors.

       Any deviation from any kind in an input moon's radius, expands
 by at least two orders of magnetude to a larger error at the Sun radius
 output, an expansion error so large it is untenable, the Sun radius
 error is a (+-N x 10 to 10 centimeter) deviation greater or less than
 the actual real radius of the Sun, and uses of this error, yields
 resulting string proportion eclipse results.


 CHAPTER 11


       What is this?

       It is a busy carload near the end of the block.

       Oh oh, running out of time. Rather, it is time taking control
 of the present again, as pursued by humans.

       Sorry here come officials from the Historical Law Society on
 a fact finding mission. Sounding off with a positive negative. What in
 heaven's name is taking you so god dam long to get back to the office
 with our Astronomical Unit figures, they want to know.

       But look at my figures, the Surveyor exclaims without hesitation,
 knowing that enthusiasm, and time, will tell, opening the little book
 surveyors use and pointing to the glorious datafinds gracing the pages.

       No way. What do they mean?  How can they be useful?  All these
 scoozy questions. All the officials wanted to know about was only one
 distance.

       That one, the officials cry; one distance, from the intersection
 across the gap to the space needle, to revise the astronomical unit by
 1 more significant digit, so we can include it in our upcoming latest
 edition of the Tourist's Observation Handbook. A simple task but oh no
 you blew it. Several officials have pointed straight along the monorail
 track, the Surveyor notices. Apparently these officials do not see the
 straight line connections along the track, (through the clock to the
 space needle, through the core of the train itself at in the ground
 floor station), even though the connections are right in front of
 their faces.

 All the Surveyor has to do is blink to see them.

       The office martinet looks to the hour just bonged on the clockface
 at the glass clock. And you spent all this time making a big thing of
 coincidences? shouts the martinet.

       From the hard looks on the official's faces it is clear that
 some value judgments are being freely expressed about the Surveyor's
 functional I.Q. capacity.

       You can imagine the hiss in the thinking of some of the members.

       Oh well. Judgments are a one way street. The Surveyor is just
 as happy to put the calculations away in the tote bag. The officials
 help to quickly disassemble the platform and clear the intersection.
 The platform parts are loaded into a square van and the van departs
 in the flow of traffic in the 6 lane bullivard.

       In a moment it looks like nothing untoward has ever happened
 here on the street named Peace in the city, intersected by the
 bullivard named Bedlam.

       But something has. The Surveyor still has the calculations.
 They are on little sheets of paper in the little note book surveyor's
 use. The proportions are finally physically recorded for the first time
 on this planet. The calculations can be shown again anytime, anywhere,
 to anyone who wants to see them.

       However an up front problem already obvious to the Surveyor is
 in proposing information that authorities don't even want to hear about
 let alone to look at or investigate.



 POSTCRIPT...


       Well, stories are stories and this one is a whopper.

       Nevertheless, perhaps this story will get some reader's attention.
 For the astrophysical facts in the story are real and absolute.

       I'll let you in on a secret. Without mentioning the word
 he or her even once, in this otherworld analogy are included many
 important innerview steps describing mechanical and mathematical
 details and the means of derivations, for five different sets of
 ECLIPSE states which can be perceived in straight line conjunctions
 between points of center of solar objects in perfect full cross
 sectional diameter superimposures and absolute orbital locations,
 showing that a quantum formula exists in a display of point locations
 arrayed in the solar system.

       It demonstrates that total eclipses in the solar system are
 neither co-incidental, nor amazing!  They are PERFECT!

       The Surveyor as presented in the story uses mathematics no more
 sophisticated than solving the proportions of similar triangles having
 bases standing at right angles from altitudes linked along a single
 straight line (the altitudes), to see the proportions clearly.

       In other words, parallaxes, orbital tilts, and slow motion
 passings which occasionally result in amazing coincidental Solar
 eclipses have been supremely excluded. As has also mass, left entirely
 out of the proportions. The quantum states are constructed as artifacts
 of lineal space itself, highlighted in these new observations about
 gravity thermodynamics, and the metaphysical undercurrent.

 One property missing is curl. Curl is when a one dimensional radius
 (length) becomes an area (expansion) by intervention of math constant
 2pi. Uncurl is the reverse, cancelling the area and deflating back to
 a one dimensional radius line. Mass energy work is inported to expand,
 Mass energy work ends in deflation. The mass energy of work can be
 deemed an energy particle, having the factors of mass and length and
 other properties.

 Energy particles work by inserting, expanding a distance between
 two mev states be they massless energy states, or mass which can
 be observed. The work particles (energy) can be used elsewhere in
 exactly the same size in stretch expansion of a compton wavelength,
 which actually contracts in the input of an energy work particle, and
 expands when the work energy particle departs the system to become
 a potential particle waiting in the undercurrent in standby until
 needed again.

 Back to the solar arena:

 What is intuitively hinted at are projections of energy principles
 in the form of massless recurring energy particles, which project
 from the undercurrent, somewhat in the same way massless projections
 of sonic energy in the sounds from a stereo system's loudspeakers.
 recurr sound in hotspots away from the source of sound.

       IN SUMMARY:

       All of the eclipse states can be seen in a single with datas
 lined along the site line to the three Suns (real, at Venus, at Mars).

       Instead of entropy dynamics, we go to a steady state view which is
 constant, with all facts able to be seen from centerpoint to centerpoint
 along a perfectly straight line as flat targets lined up like stop signs
 through space in a steady state panorama. The cross sectional diameters
 cannot be seen in the crosshairs to be in perfect superimposure, until
 they are seen at full, flat, right angles. There is no entropy in the
 form of chaos in this perfect picture.

       It is a physics no different than lining up transparent spheres
 consisting of the Sun, plus (in focal lens locations) discretely varied
 planet sized moons which displace by (and differ in size by) amounts that
 are absolute discretes; differing in amounts precisely the difference
 between a polar vrs equatorial radii of a planet, the differences found
 as the result of simple yet exceedingly precise inherent proportions.
 These have been cited in the story as  'Hyper Fine Distinctions'.

       In fact, even though three positions displaced, results in
 three locations and three distinct radii for each of the eclipsing
 bodies, the amount of displacement for each of the eclipsing bodies
 is actually just one averaged diameter for the Moon for the Moon
 eclipser, one averaged diameter of Venus for the Earth as an eclipser,
 one average diameter of Venus for Venus as an eclipser, and one
 averaged diameter of Mercury for Mercury as an eclipser, each
 eclipser is viewed from the center point of Earth's mean of
 orbit (MO).

       These are very small distances indeed, in terms of overall
 solar astronomy, and yet they are perfectly precisely in place without
 deviation. The amount the eclipsers displace when tied 100 percent to
 a planet's eccentricity, is exactly just one diameter of each planet
 Mercury, Venus, and Earth, no more, no less, no other.

       Something else worth mentioning; in the story, the whole structure
 was surveyed by end-sighting, as an alternate means to confirm what can
 otherwise also be established to the same exactitudes in the form of
 universal laboratory frame references for the information via the
 proportions.

                           - IN DIVINE ORDER -

                             Peace Power and Plenty everyone.



        Copyright            March, 16, 1990.     Revised May   20, 1992.
                                                  Revised April 17, 1994.
                                                  Revised June  01, 2002.
                                                  Revised July  30, 2010.


                             Ottawa. Canada.


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