Mimesis, originally rooted in classical philosophy and later expanded by scholars like René Girard, refers to the process by which desires, behaviours, identities, and even values are imitated, replicated, and transmitted from one individual or group to another, essentially framing human interaction as an endless cycle of mimicry that plays a central role in shaping our social reality[1].

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I am on the last evening of my fourth eighty four hour fast in four weeks. I am thinking about toasted sandwiches, a cup of tea with milk, I popped my height and weight into a website that said that I’m on the cusp of overweight and normal. But that wasn’t the reason I did this, I swim every day, eat healthily, learned a long time ago that exercise was a better mistress than the health care system, however people I care for have been getting ill and whilst figuring out what might be done to help them get better, I keep coming across fasting as a solution.

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The realisation that Wave Structured Matter, or let’s just say standing waves, are the building blocks of our universe, plus that there is scientific method to this, was an important realisation for me.

A person who describes WSM very well is Geoff Haselhurst, although this notion is something that was described before by people such as William Rowan Hamilton who gave us the Quaternion, recorded on a bridge in Dublin, that helps us work in three dimensional space, or Milo Wolff who is deemed to be one of the main proponents of WSM.

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Many years ago I came across a Sufi book, called The Meaning of Man, that states quite clearly how we perceive existence, or conversely existence perceives us.

Once we start getting our heads around the notion that we are built out of standing waves, the idea of duality becomes a little clearer. A standing wave stands there because there are waves travelling from opposite directions, therefore the very nature of our being, is built out of opposites.

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“Farewell, to the fantastic breakfasts, free every morning and there they were, waiting on you with the papaya, mango, and pineapple like I’d never tasted before. Farewell, to the Thai maids with the king-sized cotton sheets and the big king-sized beds. Farewell, to the fresh meat flown in from America, daily. Roast potatoes, green beans and roast lamb, at 110 degrees under a circus tent, according to British Equity. Farewell to the drivers with the tinted glasses and the Mercedes with the tinted windows. Farewell to the cakes, teas and ices every day exactly at four o’clock. Farewell to those beautiful smiling people. Farewell to that single, fresh rose in a vase on my bureau every day. And just as I was climbing into that first-class seat, and wrapping myself in a blanket, just as I was adjusting my pillow behind my head, and having a sip of that champagne, and just as I was bringing down and adjusting my Thai purple sleep mask… I had an inkling, I had a flash… I suddenly thought I knew what it was that had killed Marilyn Monroe…”

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