Calves are as persistent as cattle, they have managed to subdue all sensory representations by eternal laws. That's why physics exists, to measure the world, to prove it, so that it would be known from whatever angle you look at it.
The famous physicist Feynman was instructed by his father to look at the world through the eyes of an alien, as if he were seeing things for the first time. Try the same game with your child, little Richard moved towards questions of beginning, measure and everything that the other children in the class took for granted.
Let's say a unit of weight. How did the kilogram come about? So that learned men first determined a liter of water. And how did they measure a liter? By pouring water into a cubic decimeter. This again raises the question of the decimeter, a tenth of a meter, which was close to metal until they got it from the speed of light in a vacuum.
Physicists never get enough, when they determined the kilo, they cast a metal cylinder called Big K and put it under lock and key in a castle near Paris. Little by little, the cylinder began to crown, or some rust got into it, some devil, whatever, it was no longer accurate like the first hundred years.
The secret was kept from the housewives who were picking peppers at the market, unaware that the canter was lying and that their universe was misaligned.
These days, that is also changing. I would not go into the details of Planck's constant, I am closer to spikes and burrs, but I will try to convey the rough hand of the process. With some sexy device, the electromagnetic force of the frame is first measured to keep a kilo of figs in balance. In this way, the kilogram gets its "soul", the imprint of force by which you will always know it, even when you grab a fig or anything else for the scale.
Why do people even talk about this misery? Like all stupid questions, this one is extremely deep, and the answer is a bit comical, in the footsteps of good old Feynman. Meteorologists will certainly see some benefit from everything, but let's be realistic, the rest of Earthlings don't really care about a fifty microgram scene.
We do all this so that the aliens wouldn't make fun of us if they came, says Steven Schlaminger. Imagine, says this physicist, as reported by the idle Guardian, that aliens appear and ask you how you determine weight, and you tell them, according to a piece of metal that we keep in Paris. We would remain the laughing stock of the universe, claims Schlaminger, and I leave him in that jocular mood to prepare for the big day, let him choose his tie, suit and cognac - this Sunday in Versailles, at the General Conference on Weights and Measures, by public vote the new truth will become law.
Therefore, I leave the good scientists to deliberate, because I know that my homeland is worried about other troubles - what is physics for Schlaminger and the others, in less developed countries is history. History is physics for the poor, it measures the foundations of the world, its laws, hills and straits, sets the rules by which everything unfolds.
So, for example, while the advanced world these days would shudder at the ships searching for oil near Bar and Ulcinj and shooting the seabed with air cannons, the Montenegrin raja follows the festive welcome of 1918 in Budva and the controversy over whether the sea is Serbian or Montenegrin.
An interesting phenomenon, I must admit. Everything that he does not understand and explain with science and logic, the literate and poor folk genius tries to reach with metaphysical shortcuts. A liter of Jadran, a kilo of fish, dear colleague Schlaminger, please, in our country it has not been measured with a ball for a long time, we turned to another gang near Albuquerque and put things on the safe rails of imagination. We call it national pride. In order to bring the imagination to the scientific method, we have created an entire profession, dozens of TV historians, analysts, leaders, who will toast with a full cap of the disputed sea, so that you always know whose it is!
Being a South Slav sucks, especially in the light of 21st century science. Quantum mechanics says that an electron can exist simultaneously in two places, which indirectly confirms Momir's hypothesis about a Serbian surname and a Montenegrin name. Or vice versa. They are lovely parts of Balkan life, they last long enough to start a serious theory, which will take human stupidity as an elementary particle, and solve all the questions that the world's intelligence is searching for in the laboratory in vain.
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