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Although that’s awful close to nobility for Slothrop and the penis he thought was his own

Double integral is also the shape of lovers curled asleep…

There is a brenschluss point for every firing site. They still hang up there, all of them, a constellation waiting to have a 13th sign of the zodiac named for it… but they lie so close to earth that from many places, they can’t be seen at all, and from different places inside the zone where they can be seen, they fall into completely different patterns…

And what is the specific shape whose center of gravity is the Brenschluss point? Don’t jump at an infinite number of possible shapes. There’s only one it is most likely an interface between one order of things and another.

But in the dynamic space of the living rocket, the double integral has a different meaning, to integrate here is to operate on a rate of change so that time falls away: change is stilled…” meters per second” will integrate to “meters”. The moving vehicle is frozen, in space, to become architecture, and timeless. It was never launched. it will never fall.

In the static space of the architect, he might’ve used a double integral now and then early in his career to find values under surfaces, whose equations were known— masses, moments centers of gravity. But it’s been years since he’s had to do with anything that basic. Most of his calculating these days with marks and pfennings, not functions of idealistic r and Ø, naive X and Y

he had noted this parabola shape around an Autobahn overpasses sports stadiums USW. And thought it was the most contemporary thing he’d ever seen.

The entrance to the tunnel is shaped like a parabola, the Albert speer touch. Somebody during the 30s was big on paras anyhow and Albert Speer was in charge of the new German architecture then, and later he went on to become minister of ammunitions and nominal chief customer for the A4...

No, this rocket city so widely lit against the calm, dimness of space is set up deliberately to avoid symmetry, allow complexity, induced terror (from the preamble to the articles of immachination)—but tourists have to connect the look of it back to things they remember from their times and planet— back to the wine bottle smashed in the basin the bristlecone pines out racing death for millennia

Strangely, these are not the symmetry we were programmed to expect not the fences, the streamlined corners, pylons or simple, solid geometry of the official vision at all that’s for the ribbon clerks back on the tour in the numbered Stollen.