Modern science denies the existence of the Ether
The Michelson–Morley experiment was a scientific experiment to find the presence and properties of a substance called aether, a substance believed to fill empty space. The experiment was done by Albert A.Michelson and Edward Morley.
This experiment was done in 1887!
But how can you measure the non physical with the physical?
However in 1986 experiment was done by the US Air Force which proved that it DID exist (confused? – this video explains)
Modern science ignores the Elephant in the Laboratory.
There are 2 branches of science that hit a wall many years ago, but rather than admit there was a wall we have continued to experiment beyond the walls using maths and magic.
When we take any measurement the instrument used will affect the readings.
This truth follows right back to the observer
The experiment is embarrassed by the presence of the observer.
If there is no observer, what then? well then you don’t get to observe the experiment.
This is the dilemma that is reached when we try to observe past the boundaries of atoms.
And this is where quantum or fantasy physics starts.
The walls are called stars and atoms. We no longer have provable and repeatable experiments with results in abundance, but we have to trust the information we are told from the men in white coats.
So regarding Atoms, many years ago, when magnification was probing the tiny particles of our physical world, it was discovered that the light used to view atoms would cause electrons to swerve.
so says this poem by Cecil Adams
Schrödinger, Erwin! Professor of physics!
Wrote daring equations! Confounded his critics!
(Not bad, eh? Don’t worry. This part of the verse
Starts off pretty good, but it gets a lot worse.)
He saw that the theory that Newton’d invented
By Einstein’s discov’ries had been badly dented.
“What now?” wailed his colleagues. Said Erwin, “Don’t panic,
No grease monkey I, but a Quantum mechanic.
Consider electrons. Now these teeny articles
Are sometimes like waves, and sometimes like particles.
“If that’s not confusing, the nuclear dance
Of electrons and suchlike is governed by chance!
No sweat though – my theory permits us to judge
Where some of ’em is and the rest of them was.”
Not everyone bought this; it threatened to wreck
The comforting linkage of cause and effect.
E’en Einstein had doubts, and so Schrödinger tried
To tell him what quantum mechanics implied.
Said Win to Al, “Brother, suppose we’ve a cat,
And inside a tube we have put that cat at,
“Along with a solitare deck and some Fritos,
A bottle of Night Train, a couple mosquitoes
(Or something else rhyming) and, oh, if you got ’em,
One vial prussic acid, one decaying ottom
Or attom – whatever – but when it emits,
A trigger device blasts the vial into bits
Which snuffs our poor kitty. The odds of this crime
Are 50 to 50 per hour each time.
The cylinder’s sealed. The hour’s passed away. Is
Our pussy still purring – or pushing up daisies?
“Now, you’d say the cat either lives or it don’t,
But quantum mechanics is stubborn and won’t.
Statistically speaking, the cat (goes the joke),
Is half a cat breathing and half a cat croaked.
To some this may seem a ridiculous split,
But quantum mechanics must answer to wit:
We may not know much, but one thing’s fo’ sho’:
There’s things in the cosmos that we cannot know.
Shine light on electrons – You’ll cause them to swerve.
The act of observing disturbs the observed –
Which ruins your test! But if there’s no testing
To see if a particle’s moving or resting,
Why try to conjecture? Pure useless endeavor!
We know probability – certainty, never.
The effect of this notion? I very much fear
’Twill make doubtful all things that were formerly clear.
Till soon the cat doctors will say in reports,
’We’ve just flipped a coin and we’ve learned he’s a corpse.’”
So said Herr Erwin. Quoth Albert, “You’re nuts.
God doesn’t play dice with the universe, clutz!
I’ll prove it!” he said, and the Lord knows he tried –
In vain – until fin’ly he more or less died.
Win spoke at the funeral: “Listen, dear friends,
Sweet Al was my buddy. I must make amends.
Though he doubted my theory, I’ll say this of the saint:
Ten-to-one he’s in heaven – but five bucks says he ain’t.”
Regarding the other wall, the Stars, again we have to trust another branch of science.
We have to trust that the stars are millions of zillions of light years away.