> On Tue, 23 Mar 2004, Sean Whalen wrote: > > > --- Philip Hart <philiph at slac.stanford.edu> wrote: > > I don't know. Wouldn't the flowing water enter the chaos and never come > > out? > > As I've mentioned recently, the physics of amorphia is beyond me. Does > the wind that blows upon it get, well, vaporized? The ground it rests > upon dissolved? Well, if wind blowing into the sea was vaporized, then I think that the planetary ecology would have a lot more to worry about then the Jenoine. While I am uncertain about the exact details, it seems to me that whatever the gods did to the Greater (and later the Lesser) Sea of Chaos must have put into a close approximation of a "stable" state. That is, if it is destroying things still, there must be some balancing, creative force. The strongest evidence for this view is simply that the ecosystem is still intact hundreds of millenia after the Greater Sea was formed. Additional evidence is Aliera's suggestion that it is possible to "bath" in it -- without being consumed. Alexx Opinions expressed are my own and not necessarily those of my employers. alexx at carolingiaSPAMBL@CK.org http://www.panix.com/~alexx "...I found myself seemingly in conversation with an entity that identified itself as "One of the Nine Dukes," and then upon closer interrogation as "Asmoday." Its "body," when I asked it to show me what it looked like, consisted of a shifting and shimmering latticework of repeated spider motifs, all identical but at different scales. These, while keeping their colouring consistent, appeared to be constantly turning themselves inside out through a spatial dimension that was foreign to me, becoming on the reverse a similar shifting lattice, this time with a reiterated lizard motif. This would turn itself inside out and become the mesh of spiders again, and so on. As a constant background to this effect, there was a beautiful pattern composed of peackock's-tail eyes. The entire thing was like a 360-degree sphere or field of presence that surrounded my head, moving and speaking lucidly to me (and with great politeness and charm, it must be said)." -- Alan Moore in correspondence with Dave Sim about _From Hell_