Donovan's Geometry Page.......

[TooStoned]

Donovan don't you wanna play anymore?

Come on tell me more about your DAD the great mapmaker instructing WATSON and GLICK (not WATSON and CRICK) on the structure of DNA...

[philipacentaur]

There are three ‘tonal’ languages on the planet, where the same word has a different meaning by tone. Two of them are in Africa: Bantu (a giant language group covering most of Sub-Sahara Africa) and Northern (not Southern!) Sudanese.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tonal_Language#Geography_of_tonality

[TooStoned]

The other group of tonal languages is Chinese of course

But chinese don't have drums that can talk, and the africans do. Talking drums actually produce "words, sentences and paragraphs" in those languages. People acually pay drummers to go around and insult their enemies with rythyms, this turns into a game of one upmanship, each man paying the musicians to leave him alone and go harass the other. Nobody but the musicians win these exchanges I think, but I can't think of a better way for rich men to vent their hatred for each other...

BTW I've heard stories that the Talking drums were invented so villages could communicate across crocidile infested rivers, but that anecdote may be apocryphal (duh!)

[philipacentaur]

I was going to single out Chinese without even bothering to touch the Maybepedia, but I figured it would be better to point out the diversity of tonal languages.

But chinese don't have drums that can talk, and the africans do. Talking drums actually produce "words, sentences and paragraphs" in those languages. People acually pay drummers to go around and insult their enemies with rythyms, this turns into a game of one upmanship, each man paying the musicians to leave him alone and go harass the other. Nobody but the musicians win these exchanges I think, but I can't think of a better way for rich men to vent their hatred for each other...

Ah, the archetypal "diss track". In the immortal words of The Dude: "That's fuckin' interesting, man."

[TooStoned]

Dude

[Donovan]

Re: “Your story of figuring out the structure of DNA directly contradicts the real story about X RAY crystollography that was used to determine its stucture…” above: Not sure of your meaning. Yes, of course I am contradicting that. At first the only way to view the connections seemed to be in pulling it apart. The placing the connections in diagram form done at Time, one of many possible visualizations.

The earlier works in X-Ray refraction, (Roentgen, Peck, Cowan), started to come close to the ball geometry. There were strong hints then as Kepler had also been going in this direction. It was still visualized in 2-D to do the ‘mapping’, unraveled so to speak. What is ‘crystollographic’ comes out as a composite picture based upon the known 230/232 crystal symmetry conditions, (limit of stella or facet). That underlying concept is what has now changed. The stella limit has been known for hundreds of years. ‘Crystal symmetry conditions’ a clever method of classification, but still in no manner explained the limit itself. There is also seeming less complexity as it goes inward (hydrogen). (What is physical is but a reflection, true whether you buy that or not.)
The problem is that 2-D does not properly reflect 3-D. Now in the ball geometry itself there is an internal Cartesian, but it is not prime. This is also reflected in stella. For example a new age store might have on the counter samples of pyrite formed in little cubes, a shape that crystals can but rarely take. With pyrite it seems to occur only in certain locations, some parts of Spain being one. The angles of a tetrahedron are the prime. There is a free downloadable program from Australia. Let me see if I can find it, downloads in a sec. Here: http://web.aanet.com.au/robertw/Downloads.html
You can pull the tetra apart, the planes, or bring them together and see a dodecahedron (in concept) and more understand the 12.
See crystal facet as a physical reflection of plates of force. These produce the surfaces. How do you get it so that one or another plate of force does not dominate? How do you put yourself in ‘center’, plates that balance. These are the four plates that make up the sides of the Great Pyramid. Top and bottom not important. For example in experiments with the pyramid you can truncate the pyramid and the effects still occur.

[Donovan]

TooStoned: (quote) “…- The other group of tonal languages is Chinese of course…”
Was going to mention, thought might more confuse.
Great emphisis was placed on slightly adjusting the tones in Chinese temples every year, the feeling that they must be ‘kept up to date’.
Sense there is a relationship between the music of an area and the base metaphysical teaching, a base 8 / 16 (Ravi Shankar ? spelling) in India etc. (Eightfold Path, I Ching etc.) Again, as I am tone deaf I only go so far with that aspect, more on the visual.

[Donovan]

Yes, I was simply meaning copyright protection.

This geometry is ‘hidden in 3-D’ in that you must work 3-D to make any progress. For those I have taught I have a simple rule. Either you go out and buy ping pong balls or forget it. It would be like going to a plane geometry teacher and asking to be taught. He says, “Fine go out and get a compass and a straight edge.” And you answer, “I don’t want to be bothered with that, just tell me.”

It will also shed light on DNA. Most believe it is a ‘twisted ribbon’. That came from my dad, not Watson or Glick. They flew one or the other to Time Magazine for the story. The science editors were making no headway. Finally they said, “get the mapmaker and make a picture of this damned thing.” That is where the ‘twisted ribbon’ came from. After it was printed my dad went back and said that there was a better way of showing the concept. The science editors did not want to hear it. So now all believe that twisted ribbon crap. Imagine a ball with a ribbon wrapped around it. You are looking at it from the outside. You start noting what the ribbon touches in sequence. From an outside view it would seem to be a ribbon with two twists for each wrap. It is a ball.

Imagine a machine that produces exact sized slightly sticky bubbles. It drops them one by one. What would be created as they pile up, sticking together and rolling down? As they either sit in groove or roll down they produce one or another of two shapes. Combined, layer by layer, you have the binomial in 3-D.

Now the powers-that-be do expect this to eventually splash into the public. A number of years ago a site on ‘spherepacking’ went up on the coast heavily funded with money out of Princeton. Kirby Ulner, not sure of spelling. This new geometry is akin to spherepacking (and in the way, somewhat, that Kepler first approached it). But it is not spherepacking in that you must also assume spin and vibration. In movement ‘odd’ shapes become central.
At any rate this guy went as far as to set himself up as a ‘curriculum counselor for teenagers who get into spherepacking and thereby get into the occult.’ What? Are you worried that your 13 year old is under the bed at night with a flashlight gluing ping pong balls together? The powers-that-be are. Seriously.

Sound will become increasingly important in science. The new geometry shows that music is basic to physics. If you look in a standard scientific encylopedia today it will say that though there are math relationships in music that music itself is purely psycological. I am tone deaf, I must see. Perhaps this is why I have had this focus for so long.

This will change logic and language also. There will be Chi-square like comparisons to other core shapes.

It has been noted that there are giant differences in the way the major races, Black, White and Yellow, score on IQ tests. It has been very politically incorrect to talk about this much. When you look at the averages there seems to be discrete jumps. The Yellow race scores way up on top. Were, for example, the Ivy League college’s admissions based solely on test scores the students would be largely Oriental. The White race is in the middle. The Black race on average scores far lower. But when the new math was beginning to be understood the powers-that-be took a new look at this. It was another eye opener.

Is there a ‘logic’ in music of which the binomial theorem only hints? They went back and looked at the early formations of IQ tests. The early tests in the US were precursors to what then became the ‘Army Alpha Test’; used to cull troops for WW I., (which my grandfather helped develop). On the very early tests Blacks scored significantly higher than Whites. Two things were odd: First, the questions that the Blacks got right seemed to be the most difficult ones. And secondly they could not explain how they arrived at the answers. Confused the test makers adjusted the tests to the way they are today.

It was about 1985 when the powers-that-be began to look into this more thoroughly. First they devised a simple pole question and broadcast the results right on the nightly news without comment. 1000 White and 1000 Black male teenagers were asked the same simple question: “Is Ronald Reagan the president of the United States?” Across the board the Whites replied, “Of course he is, stupid question.” But a significantly measurable portion of the Blacks answered, “Of course not. Ronald Reagan is a movie actor.” They knew the truth.

With that they looked carefully at another oddity noticed in the music business. Wholesalers of records (companies such as Warner Electra and such) had known for many years that you cannot ‘rack’ R&B (Black music) in Wal Marts. Even though the stores had heavy Black traffic the Blacks would not touch the product there even driving further to by the same music in ‘their’ stores. Odder still the Blacks were polled in this regard and there seemed to be no reasonable explanation. They looked back at themselves. Many upper class would have Atlantic Monthly on the coffee table. But only a very few (un-measurable sliver) would know the inside ‘policy’ aspect of that particular magazine. They then saw that for a very small segment of the Black population music was ‘news’. That concept filtered to the others. The Wal-Mart delivery system was too slow by a few weeks. You can’t sell ‘yesterdays newspapers’. There are only two ‘tonal’ languages on the planet, where the same word has a different meaning by tone. Two of them are in Africa: Bantu (a giant language group covering most of Sub-Sahara Africa) and Northern (not Southern!) Sudanese.

As understanding of ‘vibration’ with sound hits the Internet the Blacks may be more advantaged in (near) future science and communication. There may well be a ‘flipping’ of advantage, those on top on the bottom, those on bottom on top. And though it should all even out this flipping during the most pregnant of times.

Already in very rudimentary form Ebonics is effecting the White teen population through music with such ‘crossovers’ as Emenem. Black syntax (like the Pidgin combination of Portuguese, Chinese and English used by early sailors) is highly compressed omitting needless words. You can say, for example, “He bad” omitting the ‘is’ or say “He be bad” meaning as permanent condition meaning ‘he is always bad’. Though the effect of a new math will be giant there seems to be, at the very least, preparatory foreshadowing.

And see the present geopolitical reflection as well.

This is also the reason for the CIA’s intense interest in Gulu in northern Uganda. You may have read between the line in those articles in the Christian Science Monitor. To me Gulu is simply everything and in concept (from a mapmaker’s perspective) central to what may well be our planet’s final war: The War For Africa. When the truce held in Juba this thirty year extension of the ‘Children’s War’ came to an end. And the proof is there, the fighters leaving north with their weapons, south without. Whatever this bloody crucible produced it will now effect everything. The UN’s attempt to prosecute Joseph Kona is simply trouble making. I am not too fond of the UN.

The LRF seems a crazy admixture of Pol Pot and Hari Krisna. The doctrine of the ‘army’ from channelled information with the very basic, “One God, Ten Commandments, or we kill you.” And they would. Having forever been caught between the old Jewish forces from Ethiopia and the Christian and Islamic they simply took the common denominator of them and shot you on the spot if you went one word beyond in any direction.

That ‘craziness’ was the exact type of craziness of the Green Mountain Boys. When they shot British soldiers they met in a barn after and were aghast at what they had just done. They thought they would be invaded and all hung. They did not even know there was a full revolution afoot. Something of that thirty year rage will spread, by concept, from Gulu and become Africa. I have written a poem about the UFO abduction of the daughter of one of Musevini’s female irregulars. I will see if I can find it and post it.
Michael Donovan

[Donovan]

This is not of Tinka (Song of Tinka), but her daughter and her alien abduction. The mother served in Museveni’s irregulars, a short violent life and died at 16. Meeting Musevene was the highlight, most important part, of Bush Jr.’s African tour and the contents widely broadcast. Until the last few weeks the BBC has been rather down on Musevini, considered to be one of the best military minds on the planet. Musevini has a book ‘Sowing The Mustard Seed’, a fairly good read.

Af Tinkanoo Gulu Go

In the council fires of Gulu, are there minds not set to fool you?
Do not they see strong minds in saucers?
In strange lights that feel like alters?
In last twilight smoke and haze, does not the falcon’s flight seem crazed?
But they heard more talk from Poko, Bakavu and Luingu.
Hear too talk from Tabora and Kavinda and Lisala.
And the old men smoke the old pipes.
And the young men hold new rifles.
Look to old men through the smoke haze.

Far south in big Kampala, by the green lake, in the white house
Sits the leader, Museveni, in the mirror he gives long gaze.
He sees his hands upon his bald head.
His head shines within the mirror.
And he thinks of the new rebels, for some years ago he was one.
Knows he well of their strong longings
Knows being stripped of all belongings
Knows the fury of machete, and the grenade and the rifle.
Knows that yearning will not stifle, for not long ago he was one.

Much far north in north Uganda, much more north than even Gulu
In the reed swamp banks of White Nile
Kneels the young girl Af Tinkanoo, by the eddies of rush Nile.
Her black limbs have seen ten summers
But now they shake and sweat and tremor
In the breeze that move the rushes, Af Tinkanoo cannot smile.
In her mind are strange short gray men.
At first she thought them mean men.
How took her soul for long night while.
Large black eyes that shone and pierced then
Seared her soul above the Nile.

Faces more like hippo leather, more like old lizard from the weather
Pinned her to slab by high mind voo doo
Move black arms her mind could not do
And she stiffened tight in terror
As more needles came to scare her.
She felt crunch her bone and gristle, heard an eerie high-pitched whistle.
She felt sure that she was dying
But her mind began untying.
She knew somewhere she was but sleeping
But now her wake dream mind was weeping
As visions came for her safe keeping
Visions far beyond the Nile.

Now in sunlight by the waters, in the rustling reeds and high grass
Used her mother’s old black see glass
To twist her eyes to see the red mark, the red mark behind her ear.
Then her mind in some part dying, then her mind in some part waking
Said deep within her baking,
Said in sun hot blaze awaking,
Said, “Af Tinkanoo, no more tear.”

Feeling mad and sane and stronger, feeling old but much much younger
Af Tinkanoo slept in sunlight
Kept sleeping through the twilight
Sleeping most through half the moonlight
And waking far before the dawn.
And she woke with the feeling, younger older saner stronger
Tying sandals and bright colors
Began her maddened one-one song.

Before dawn she fed new fire, by the hut of her strong Uncle
Cracked grain in gray pot simmered
As new dawn through green leaf glimmered
And she felt the strength of kindred
As she sang her one-one song.
Soon she saw the smile of Uncle, as he wakened to the cooking
The sweet smell of cracked grain simmered
Smile came through beard that he was stroking
As Af Tinkanoo more fire was stoking
Sang Uncle, “Af Tinkanoo, ta ta ta.”

Then she insist to follow Uncle, even though he frown say, “Go back.”
Through the grassy path to arms cache
Where the men would clean the rifles
Arm bandoleers and small grenade packs.
And the men would work and chatter, pass the ammo up the ladder
And blow the bugle, “Taaa Raaa, Ta Ta.”

Some were chosen for the trip south, and her Uncle was among them.
A risky trip to Gulu, in a pick-up truck that fit ten
With packs on bumpers, fenders, side steps,
A trek with risk not taken often.
Af Tinkanoo climbed in truck too, the men laughed for this would not do.
Tried to move her, she resisted,
In luggage rack her arms were twisted
Til they stopped and looked at Uncle
Who frowned and slung his rifle
And then sighed, said “She cook for men.”

Af Tinkanoo sang with motor, and she learned to say “Toyota”
In the dust and on the road ruts
With her hands on luggage rack rust
South to Gulu she was shook.
Noon on second day it took, til driver shouted, “Gulu, look!”
And saw the camps were built part circle
Round bout Gulu in a hook.

But south in big Kampala, by the big green lake in white house
Sits old leader, Museveni, in the mirror he sees blue haze.
He sees gone years in fresh amazement
Gazed back years to old encampments
He thinks back bloody fire fights, and the comradeship through nights,
Knew he screaming of the wounded
Knew he moaning of the dying
Knew the time that he was buying
For the children sharing rifles
Taught them fury of machete, and black grenade and the rifle.

And the faces came before him, in the blue haze, in the white house
Girls and boys who did the fighting, did the killing, did the dying.
And he remembered young girl Tinka
What a fighter! What an eyeful !
And he said, “What came of Tinka?”
Then he remembered. Did more sighing.
For Tinka turned a woman, and Tinka wounded when with child.
With AIDs sickness and with leg wound
Tinka died within the wild.
But he had heard she had a daughter
Who was carried down the waters
Through streams of rushing laughing waters
To ths safety of White Nile.

Tinka held her child in sickness, Tinka held her child as dying.
As in mud hut she lay lying.
Called her brother, “Take her, take her.”
Her voice a raspy murmur pine.
“Oh dear brother, take her, take her,
Just let me smell her one more time.”

As the sun set west of Gulu, sun lit storm clouds west of Gulu
From far west, far west from Dungu
Dark clouds would not let sun through
The men knew soon rain upon them
And they strengthened tents, retied them.
And the council tent of Gulu, re-lashed re-battened for the storm.
Round center fire sat beard old men
Frowns and murmurs through the feathers
While round and round the wizened elders
White teeth flashing by the embers
White teeth, young rifles stood.

Busy women back at cook fires, making sandals from the truck tires
Saw sure rain would come upon them
Rushed to cover, keep dry, wood.
As the full moon rose with darkness, a deep blood moon aside Mars
They sang softly, covered dry wood
As the rain clouds covered stars.
As the rain came Af Tinkanoo left the women, left the dry wood.
Thinking not of rain pour, she left colors, left rain hood.
Af Tinkanoo can’t keep heart still
In a madness runs to council
Walks to old men where she stood.

“One, one, one,” tones Af Tinkanoo, “One, one, one,” one finger up.
Old men pinned in amazement
Watch the young girl’s “One, one, one.”
More she steps up closer, up close in firelight flashed her face
But behind then flashed the lighting
Lit up her small frame with the striking
As one finger points to space.

“One one one, one all the rivers. One one one, one all the trees
One one one, one all the lions. One one one, one all the leaves.
One one one, are all our rifles.
One one one, are all our men.
A-Free-Ka is one one one now. A-Free-Ka is what I am.”
Streatched out hand of wise Aknanan
From his seat of antelope
Wraps Af Tinkanoo in his red robe
Wipes from girl dirt of hard road
Wipes the water from black thin arms
Thinks dark thoughts of her strong all-arms

Down she sits with mortar casings, down she sits with greasy rope.
Down she sits with wise Aknanan
Sits with hard words spoke in hope.

[philipacentaur]

There are three ‘tonal’ languages on the planet, where the same word has a different meaning by tone. Two of them are in Africa: Bantu (a giant language group covering most of Sub-Sahara Africa) and Northern (not Southern!) Sudanese.

Why speak so authoritatively if you're just going to cherry-pick regional examples that help prove your point (which eludes me, to be frank)? It's deceptive, though I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume it wasn't intentionally so.

Sense there is a relationship between the music of an area and the base metaphysical teaching, a base 8 / 16 (Ravi Shankar ? spelling) in India etc. (Eightfold Path, I Ching etc.) Again, as I am tone deaf I only go so far with that aspect, more on the visual.

Hindu and Taoist music is EXTREMELY diverse with regards to the division of the octave (which is, strictly speaking, not an "octave" in these systems), harmonic, rhythmic and melodic structure . Read some Helmholtz, at the very least -- then move into the modern world. I think you'll find that to be far more interesting and enlightening than looking for a "best fit" for your theories by way of brute reduction.

Anyway, if you're going to start talking about I Ching and it's relationship to music, you should glance here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taoist_music#Yin_and_Yang_Tones

Also, I think you're going to have to grow to accept the number "five", since almost any musician who's read a shred of theory knows that "Chinese" music = pentatonic. It's a modern reduction of an extremely complex system that is constantly changing.

Why are you robotically repeating yourself? It seems really bullyish in a passive-aggressive way.

[TooStoned]

And you really should stop murdering metaphors with jargon you don't understand...

The earlier works in X-Ray refraction, (Roentgen, Peck, Cowan), started to come close to the ball geometry.

Its xray diffraction crystallography not "refraction". The difference is significant as refraction only refers to a change in direction and speed of wave through a medium, while diffraction refers to a whole panolpy of phenomena associated with wave propigation and most specifically to interference patterns wrt crystallography. Very cool instrumentation, BTW:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/X-ray_crystallography
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diffraction
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Refraction

I find it interesting that putting

X-Ray refraction Roentgen Peck Cowan

into a google search gives this mumbo jumbo as its first result
http://www.omtron.com/she/articles/Pi%20by%20and%20by.htm
the google hits get much less relevant as you go.
Wiki has no result for such a search at all.

(What is physical is but a reflection, true whether you buy that or not.)

Thank you Moses! Is that like the 11th commandment or what? You know mixing mushy math with RWAmetahphysical mandates is madness, doncha?

counter samples of pyrite formed in little cubes, a shape that crystals can but rarely take

No, not even close.

BTW that's common salt (as in NaCl, the stuff on your 'freedom fries")

...Stella limit...

maybe known for hundreds of years but I can't find anyone explaining it on the internets. I can't find it with google or wiki could ya help me with a link cause I can't find one and I don't have a Donovanism dictionary to help me parse it out...

I did really like Donovan's link to the cool austrailian website, but there's an awful lot of dross for a little gold, IMO

I'm going to bed, and my partner wants some Meat Puppett QT tomorrow so I'm sure Donovan will spread many layers of manure to cover up the kernals of corn I"ve dug out of his shit during my extended absence from this thread that will shortly follow but in the interests of getting behind the REAL STORY behind the discovery of DNA, let me offer this link to stuff about the WOMAN (not somebodies anonymous map maker dad) who actually did alot of the work Watson and Crick get credit for:
Rosalind Franklin

TA TA for now donovan, but I'll be reading your stuff regularly...

[Wombaticus Rex]

^^Well done, especially the NACL crystal. I'm surprised nobody mentioned Donovan's remarkable thesis about "The Yellow Race" yet, but I guess that one's better left alone.

[philipacentaur]

^^Well done, especially the NACL crystal. I'm surprised nobody mentioned Donovan's remarkable thesis about "The Yellow Race" yet, but I guess that one's better left alone.

Tin of annelids.

[jingofever]

Pi is the ratio of across to around.

Actually that is not how pi is defined if you are not allowing the existence of circles (and you want around to across, or circumference to diameter, anyway). Pi is an actual number independent of your geometry. But you say:

You have entered a geometry where circles and spheres are limits, which can be approached but never obtained.

So here we can approach pi (and define it this way), since the sequence of ever more refined circles will be such that the ratio of circumference to diameter will converge to pi. But then:

And where pi, in any situation, would be a ratio of two whole real numbers, always.

No, pi will never be the ratio of two whole nor two real numbers. All you will have is a ratio that does not equal pi. But no worry, I cannot tell what that pi digression was even supposed to illustrate. As far as I know, the rest of your system still stands, because that is the end of any 'math' until Pascal's triangle at the bottom.

This relates to the study of quarks. After galagabytes of calculus and balding men in white coats scratching their heads in laboratories with fancy names, they came to the conclusion that there is a very strong limit in nature: a limit of twelve types of quarks; that there can be no more. They are right.

Except that there are only six types of quarks. Although technically you can say 12 is a limit of 6, it is still absurd in any situation, this one especially.

Edit: I am wrong here, you cannot say 12 is a limit of 6. I was thinking of upper bounds.

Second, we know that time is denser near the effect and slower near the cause. In other words, if you were to hang very sensitive clocks along a big spring or rubber band that you nailed to the wall, and that you pull the other end of the rubber band by walking away with it: that the clocks closer to the wall will run progressively faster. Therefore time is less dense (runs slower) near the cause of an event, and is more dense (runs faster) as it approaches the effect.

All of that is just wrong. I can only assume you are misunderstanding gravitational time dilation.

[Kid Of The Black Hole]

Second, we know that time is denser near the effect and slower near the cause. In other words, if you were to hang very sensitive clocks along a big spring or rubber band that you nailed to the wall, and that you pull the other end of the rubber band by walking away with it: that the clocks closer to the wall will run progressively faster. Therefore time is less dense (runs slower) near the cause of an event, and is more dense (runs faster) as it approaches the effect.

All of that is just wrong. I can only assume you are misunderstanding gravitational time dilation.

Something you might consider

As Figure 1. illustrates, the relativistic Lorentz Formula and the Aerodynamic Mach-number formula are mathematically identical.
Could the identical formulas describe two entirely different conceptual contents ? -- If that is unlikely, then which conceptual theory is right ?
Now the scientific choice is quite clear:
Obviously, the two equations are totally interchangeable. We can use the Lorentz transformation for the airplane and the Mach-number for the accelerated electron by a simple switch of the symbols, c and S.But are the two conceptual interpretations interchangeable ?
Absolutely not!
Should we be seeking for the cause for a relativistic increase in the inertial mass of the airplane instead of accepting the simple, common sense explanation of the physical retarding force of air-resistance ?
Or should we rather accept the existence of an all-pervading Aether medium through which the electron flies and where the dissipation speed of local density fluctuations is equivalent with the speed of light. By the removal of the stumbling block of the transverse wave theory of light, this ideal gas model of the Aether is now rendering a humanly comprehensible alternative for the misconceived hypothesis of /relativistic mass increase.
But we can draw one further conclusion from this analogy.
Considering the different conceptual interpretations of the same phenomenon, the two contradictory theories must arrive at two contradictory quantitative predictions for a suitably designed experiment.
On the one hand, relativity agrees with the Newtonian principle of inertia which states that uniform motion on a straight line in empty space is eternally constant. In the absence of external force there is no change in the state of motion. Now, since the space of relativity is totally empty, when a particle is accelerated up to a certain speed and the force is removed, the theory must predict that the particle will perform an unchanging uniform motion on a straight line ad infinitum, at its latest, final uniform speed.

Steven Rado: Aether Resistance and the Lorentz Transformation