Ben Lee calling me a coward and the tv is telling me there is 10 dimensions

Ben Lee: Gamble everything for love
Me: But I'm a coward
Ben Lee: Write a list and leave it empty except number one, write love.
Me: What about pizza?

The precocious little cunt sure can play. The room was packed, the sound was great. Sightlines were hard to come by, but it mattered for little.

I am not a die hard fan, but i am quickly becoming one. The first time i saw Mr. Lee i was ball-retchingly drunk and sang along with his version of "Confide in Me". Tonight i was slightly drunk, and, after cheering the opening chord of "Float On", Ben Lee called me a "F minor fan". I can live with that, the Fmin is a great chord, giving enough atmosphere to create a planet....

Things swerl around, and his closing song, "(you know), We're All in This Together", reminded me of string theory, which i had just learnt about via a tv documentary. Most (all?) physics at the particle level is just maths contructed as a model. Whether the model is literal we can never know. Its like a black box, and we observe what goes in and out, and think up some sums to guess the inner workings.

If 1 number always goes in, and the 1 number that comes out is double that, we can postulate that inside its doing 2 x x. But it may actually be doing x + x.

This is important - we can learn about the truth by using false frameworks. It's essentially whats been happening in the title fight between quantum mechanics and string theory.

So back to 10 dimensions - string theory is paradoxical unless there are at least 10 dimensions. But we can't see 10 dimensions, only 4 (3 spatial and 1 weird temporal). But what if they were very very small?

Rubbish you say, dimensions arn't like car keys, you can't just lose a dimension between the couch cushions. But there is some ant on a wire thought experiment. The basic gist is- it is possible that there are observers in our 4D universe who only observe 3D, cause the 4D is too small for them to consider.

Back to Ben Lee - we're all in this together
It was beautiful, the room, chanting as one, a mix of quiet resignation that it can't get much better, and of understated optimism that it doesn't get much better.