Four Fundamental Forces – Gravity

Gravity differs from the other interactions in multiple ways. First of all, it is by far the weakest of fundamental forces. In fact, we can simply demonstrate this fact. Try to lift an object using your hand. A pencil, a glass, anything. If you have succeeded and the object is safely in the air surrounded by your palm, congratulations – you have just managed to overcome the gravitational pull of the entire Earth, whose mass is in trillions of trillions of kilograms. How can gravity be the dominant force of the universe when it is so immensely weak?

The reason is that the other three interactions, though much stronger, simply are not customized to become the prevailing force of the universe. Strong and weak forces have a very short range – they only affect objects that are far less than a billionth of a meter apart. And the last interaction, electromagnetism, only influences objects with an electric charge. The problem is that you do not find such objects very often in the macroworld – most objects are neutrally charged. So the only reason that this ridiculously frail interaction has become the motive force of the cosmos is that it simply has no competition.

The second factor that makes gravity special is that it is presumably not really a force, even though it has been viewed as such to the beginning of the 20th century. However, with the advent of Einstein’s theory of relativity, our view of gravity has changed radically. Einstein saw gravity merely as a curvature of space-time. Every object in the universe simply creates a kind of dimple in the space-time continuum and all other objects are inclined to move closer to that object.

It is like placing a heavy object into the middle of a trampoline – the entire surface of the trampoline curves downwards, and if you place a different object near its rim, it starts to roll towards the original object. This analogy, however, has an imperfection. Just like with the inflation of the universe after the Big Bang, we need to take away one dimension to comprehend the phenomenon.

The surface of a trampoline can be perceived as two-dimensional space (it has width and height, but no depth) similarly to a sheet of paper. An object placed to its middle causes its two-dimensional space to curve. Therefore, the surface of a trampoline with an object in its centre can be understood as a two-dimensional space curved in the third dimension.

However, our universe is three-dimensional, so any curvature caused by the presence of an object in our space-time occurs in the fourth dimension. That is also the reason why we can never perceive any gravitational curvature. We would need to be four-dimensional beings for the curvature to be revealed to us.

However, it does not hurt to know that nobody is sure whether this theory of gravitational space-time curvature is true. With today’s technical advancement, we are struggling to find evidence that gravity indeed curves our three-dimensional space.

But there is another view of gravity, completely different from the one I have just described. According to this view, gravity is provided by a hypothetical particle called the graviton. How? Simply said, every two objects in the universe exchange various numbers of gravitons, which causes them to attract.

To understand why there are two different perceptions of gravity today, we first need to become acquainted with the greatest problem of today’s physics – the everlasting search for the theory of everything. To achieve that, we need to travel more than a hundred years to the past, to the beginning of the 20th century, where we will witness the birth of the two greatest physical theories of today.

By the end of the 19th century, some physicists presumed that physics was already complete. They thought that everything had already been described by the old physical theories. But then came the year 1900, along with a new revolutionary theory called quantum mechanics, which proved how immensely wrong those physicists were. This theory describes the behaviour of objects from the microworld, which is completely different form the behaviour of “normal” objects. Fifteen years later, classical physics was stabbed again by Einstein’s general theory of relativity, which utterly transformed our view of gravity and beautifully described the motion of objects at high velocities.

However, there is a tremendous problem with these two theories – each one seems to describe a completely different world. While quantum mechanics successfully uncovers the peculiarities of the microworld, general relativity brilliantly describes the motion of objects of the macroworld. But if we wish to fully comprehend our mysterious universe, we need to unify these two incompatible theories into one. Physicists have been trying to achieve that for the past hundred years, so far without much success.

And the problem with today’s view of gravity rises from here. While the description of the remaining three interactions comes from quantum mechanics, the best understanding of gravity is provided by general relativity. Physicists therefore aim to describe gravity within the framework of quantum mechanics, so that it forms a single integrated theory. This non-existent theory is called the theory of quantum gravity or simply the theory of everything.

And that is the reason why there are two different views of gravity today – one almost perfect in the framework of general relativity, which is not compatible with other interactions, the other not so perfect within quantum mechanics, which is crucial for the upcoming theory of everything, but includes these peculiar particles called gravitons, which have never been detected.

Not to worry though – luckily, there are a few things that we know about gravity with certainty. Firstly, gravity is always attractive. There is no instance of two objects gravitationally repulsing each other. Secondly, gravity propagates with the speed of light, which is the highest velocity anything can reach when traveling through space-time. That means that if the Sun were to disappear now and stop influencing us gravitationally, it would take exactly 8 minutes and 20 seconds for us to notice it and free ourselves from the Sun’s gravitational field (at the same time, the Sun would also disappear from the sky, as the last of its light would reach our planet). Until then, the Earth would keep revolving around the non-existent Sun.

And the third fascinating thing we know about gravity is that its range is infinite. Your own body attracts all the other objects from the observable universe – though it may seem peculiar, you are gravitationally attracting your computer, every single person on this planet, or the Andromeda galaxy, located several million light years away. It goes without saying that the gravitational interaction between you and the objects around you is absolutely negligible – gravity is simply too weak and its power starts showing only with overwhelmingly huge objects.

Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn – Just Deserts

Staelwyrn has reason to believe that Sevrin is up to no good. Something must be done.

Staelwyrn: I’ve come to expect a great deal from you, lass, and you’ve never once let me down.
Staelwyrn: Yet what I’d ask of you now goes beyond aught I’ve asked before. Would you hear my plea all the same?
Staelwyrn: It eases my mind to have your ear.
Staelwyrn: You’re no doubt familiar with that scoundrel Sevrin by now.
Staelwyrn: Well, the schemin’ scapegrace is at it again. Since that letter came for him, he’s been skulkin’ about in that manner he does when he’s up to no good.
Staelwyrn: Now he’s rounded up his rogues and buggered off, with nary a word to anyone.
Staelwyrn: I’ve grown accustomed to his insolence, but somethin’ tells me this is different. It ain’t exactly damnin’, but when last I had words with him, he didn’t look defiant so much as hunted. I can’t help thinkin’ he’s gone lookin’ for trouble and found more than he wanted.
Staelwyrn: So I was hopin’ you might hunt his sorry hide down and drag it back here before it’s too late.
Staelwyrn: The ungrateful little cur bites me every chance he gets, but I can’t quite bring myself to cut him loose. I s’pose he reminds me a bit of my younger self.
Staelwyrn: Suffice it to say, I’d rather he didn’t come to a sticky end. As for how to find him, I’d try askin’ Grynewyda at the aetheryte. She was the last one to see him.
Staelwyrn: I daresay she’ll be able to tell you where he was headed.

Grynewyda: Nothing that passes through those gates escapes my notice!
Grynewyda: I saw the rouser and his rabble set out for Woad Whisper Canyon not long ago, singing about drinking themselves stupider. Cheeky sods said I should join them!
Grynewyda: I told them I’d rather shrivel up than sip whatever it was that had pickled their brains. If you find the idle swine, be sure and give them a cuff ’round the ear from me, will you?

Aylmer: Of all the dirty, deceitful, downright dastardly deeds that slippery bastard’s done!
Aylmer: Claimin’ to take the lads out for a drink, only to lead us straight into a bloody trap! It don’t get no lower than that!
Aylmer: ‘Course, I’ve learned to stay a step ahead of ol’ Sevrin, so I was ready─but the others weren’t so lucky. You’ve got to help ’em!

Eyrimhus: My axe may as well’ve been a white flag for all the good it did… Hope you fare better, or the sorry bastards in there are done for.

Sozai Rarzai: Sevrin might’ve got us into this mess, but I ain’t about to let him give his life for us. I’d sooner bow to a fishback than be in that connivin’ bastard’s debt! To arms!

Tattooed Man: A true knave! You betray even yourself, Sevrin.
Sevrin: Ugh…
Tattooed Man: We were prepared to overlook the matter of your desertion on the condition that you provided us with suitable replacements. That was the agreement.
Tattooed Man: Yet your latest change of heart leaves your debt to us unpaid.
Few are they who betray the Serpent Reavers twice. You will not do so a third time.
Tattooed Man: Cowering behind your protector will only delay the inevitable. Honorless wretch…your life is all you have left.
Tattooed Man: And worthless though it be, we shall take it!

???: O mournful voice of creation! Grant ye this humble stone a soul, that it may wake to life!
???: That the golem could be vanquished…
???: That woman is no ordinary adventurer.

Y’shtola: (sigh) …The snake slithered away.
Y’shtola: I am only glad he did not have the chance to sink his fangs more deeply into you.

Y’shtola: Those pirates do not belong to any of the known Lominsan factions… Whom then do they serve? The beast tribes? Surely not.
Y’shtola: But the timing of their appearance coincides all too neatly with the recent surge in Sahagin and kobold activity… Something is afoot. The question is: what?
Y’shtola: …Could it be that the tribes are planning to summon their primals?
Y’shtola: Twelve help us if it should prove so. Limsa would be hard-pressed to keep a single primal at bay, let alone two. But all is yet speculation. I must needs find evidence.
Y’shtola: The seas continue to rise…
Y’shtola: While the lesser moon continues to fall…
Y’shtola: And ilm by ilm, the world becomes ever more unlike itself.
Y’shtola: It is as Louisoix foretold…
Y’shtola: The coming of chaos has rendered the laws of nature mutable, blurring the boundary between the material and aetherial planes… Little now stands between us and the primals.
Y’shtola: …But they are not here yet.
“Though time be against us, hope shall ever be on our side.”
Y’shtola: Never did the creed of Sharlayan ring more true.
Y’shtola: Never did I dream that I would possess the means to see aether…yet now that I do, I do begin to take it for granted. How swiftly do the wonders of Sharlayan seem commonplace…
Flower Girl: Um…
Flower Girl: Here, for you. Have you come for the festivities?
Flower Girl: Today the Maelstrom officially makes that great hole in the sea its training ground. Join in the celebrations!
Y’shtola: Wait. A disturbance in the aetheric flow. But whence does it emanate?
Y’shtola: …Seasong Grotto, perhaps?

Y’shtola: What have we here…? Can you walk?
Y’shtola: ‘Tis I.
Regrettably, no. He eluded me.
Understood. I will inform the commodore.
Y’shtola: You collapsed from your exertions. Are you suitably recovered?
Y’shtola: Sevrin here has apprised me of all that transpired. His account shed some light upon how you came to be attacked by a golem of all things.
Y’shtola: A golem is a mindless automaton, inert save when commanded to be otherwise. Common pirates could not hope to control such a thing, so arcane are its workings.
Y’shtola: But then these tattooed wretches are no common pirates─they are the minions of the Sahagin. As to their purpose…well, I shall get to the bottom of it.
Y’shtola: But first I must escort Sevrin back to his place of employment. I daresay Staelwyrn will be wondering what has become of him.
Y’shtola: And you too, for that matter. I will bear word to him of your preservation, but I am certain he would like to thank you in person. Pray pay the man a visit.
Y’shtola: Ah…he told me of you, but perchance he did not tell you of me. My name is Y’shtola.
Y’shtola: I am…a naturalist of sorts, surveying the aether in the hope that it might offer up some clue as to our predicament.
Sevrin: I’d say I owed you my life…but that don’t cover it. If it weren’t for you, my friends would be dead, an’ all…
Sevrin: ‘Tis a debt I can never repay. But I’ll not make things worse by runnin’ away. Take me to Summerford Farms, an’ I’ll face the consequences.
Y’shtola: For reasons I cannot fathom, you seem…
Forgive me. Mayhap we shall have a chance to speak again when I have marshaled my thoughts.
Y’shtola: Until our paths next cross, farewell.

Staelwyrn: Lo! I knew you’d return.
Staelwyrn: Y’shtola delivered Sevrin a bit ago. Tales of your heroic deeds precede you!
Staelwyrn: The rest came shufflin’ back, too─the lot of ’em sportin’ the same haunted expression.
Sevrin: It’s me who’s to blame for that─that an’ the rest.
Sevrin: I was once a Serpent Reaver.
Staelwyrn: …A thrall to the Sahagin? Seven hells… Reavers may look and sound and act like pirates, but they’re naught but the fishbacks’ flunkies.
Sevrin: Us pirates ain’t much for laws, but there’s things we won’t do. We’ve got a code, see─but the Reavers’ve never followed a word of it. A few years back, they started snatchin’ law-abidin’ Lominsans.
Sevrin: I’d only just taken my oath when our captain bent the knee to his new Sahagin masters. I knew I had to get away.
Sevrin: So I crept off one night, got myself a new name, an’ found myself a new home─Summerford Farms. Trouble is, secrets don’t stay secret for long ’round here, an’ word soon spread…all the way back to the sea.
Sevrin: The penalty for desertion is death, but the Reavers offered me a way out instead─my freedom in exchange for my mates’.
Staelwyrn: The letter…
Sevrin: I dunno what I was thinkin’… (snort) I wasn’t bloody thinkin’. Too busy soilin’ meself.
Staelwyrn: Aye, but you got there in the end, didn’t you? When the time came, you made the right decision.
Staelwyrn: The men say little to me, but I hear ’em talk of how you stood up to the Reavers at the last─of how you tried to give your life to save theirs.
Sevrin: Be that as it may, no deed, however good, can atone for the crime of betrayin’ your brethren.
Sevrin: I know that─I do. That’s why I’m going to hand myself over to the Yellowjackets. I’ll bring shame to the farm no more.
Staelwyrn: Hm. You’ll hear no arguments from me. Each man must sail accordin’ to his own moral compass.
Staelwyrn: I just hope yours guides you back here someday. There will always be a place for you at Summerford Farms, lad.
Sevrin: An’ I’ll always be in your debt, Staelwyrn.

Staelwyrn: I owe you a debt too, Meredith. Not once have you let me down. Thank you for savin’ the men of my farm.
Staelwyrn: If I could ask one more favor of you, it’d be this: tell Baderon what’s happened, from start to finish. I’m certain he’d put in a good word for Sevrin if he knew the whole story.
Staelwyrn: And he’s one of the few people I know who the Yellowjackets’ll listen to.
Staelwyrn: Well, I reckon I’ve asked all I can possibly ask of you. Safe travels, lass.

Baderon: …Bloody ‘ells! Life on the farm ain’t quite ‘ow I pictured it!
Baderon: Ah, but ye needn’t worry yerself over young Sevrin. The Yellowjacket as ‘ands out the punishments is a good mate o’ mine. If I ask ‘im nice, I reckon ‘e’d be willin’ to commute the lad’s sentence from ‘angin’ to keelhaulin’, kindly gent that ‘e is.
…Ah, I’m only jestin’ with ye! I’ll see ‘e’s treated fair.
Baderon: Now, it sounds to me like ye’ve done everythin’ ol’ Staelwyrn asked o’ ye an’ more─justifyin’ me generous finder’s fee in the process. Much obliged, lass!
Baderon: As fer a reward…well, she’s a lonely lady, this Drownin’ Wench o’ mine. ‘Ow’d ye fancy keepin’ ‘er company fer a spell…with free room an’ board?
Baderon: ‘Venturin’s a tryin’ business, after all. Them as don’t rest their bones every now an’ again tend to end up with broken ones. An’ take it from me: fightin’ ain’t nearly so much fun when yer nursin’ a shattered arm. Got that? Good. There’ll always be a free bed fer ye, so make use of it.
Baderon: Not that ye’ll ‘ave much time fer lyin’ around, what with all the leves ye’ll be doin’. Oh, didn’t I mention? I’m puttin’ yer name down fer leves.
Baderon: Our guild draws all manner o’ clients, offerin’ all manner of odd jobs. Honestly, ye’d be amazed ‘ow much folk’ll pay to avoid doin’ an honest day’s labor.
Baderon: Just give T’mokkri a shout whenever ye feel like makin’ a few extra gil. She’ll always ‘ave some task or other fer ye to do.
Baderon: Oh, an’ it’s all above board, ‘case yer wonderin’. We’re careful to stay on the Admiral’s right side in ‘ere─unlike some pirates I could mention… I tell ye, if it turns out they ‘ad aught to do with them kidnappin’s, there’ll be seven hells to pay. A proper bleedin’ reckonin’…
Baderon: Mayhap that’s what Limsa needs, though. On rough seas, sometimes ye ‘ave to rock the boat to right it.
Baderon: But we’ll ‘ave time fer such talk when yer well an’ rested. Till then, enjoy the Wench’s ‘ospitality!

Sagittarius Dwarf Galaxy

8,460 LIGHT YEARS

This galaxy could have been the one that affected the fate of our Milky Way disk! We know that the Milky Way had three intense phases of star formation — apparently each of them happened when Sagittarius passed through it. The relatively stable gases and dust of the Milky Way were splashed around by the disruption, creating denser regions which then created new stars much faster. It seems like our Sun was actually born during the first of these episodes. We all owe Sagittarius Dwarf a drink.

Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn – On to Bentbranch

Impressed by your progress, Miounne wishes to send you on to Bentbranch Meadows, where you will find further opportunities to learn.

Mother Miounne: How is my favorite fresh-faced adventurer? Oh, do not scowl so─I speak out of habit. You’ve come a long way since first you walked through my door, and I’ll not deny it.
Mother Miounne: As a matter of fact, I think it’s about time you made yourself useful at Bentbranch Meadows in the Central Shroud.
Mother Miounne: Unlike the recruits you see at the Bannock, the men and women out at Bentbranch are fully occupied with their own work. As such, I imagine there are more than a few who would welcome the assistance of a rapidly maturing adventurer like yourself.
Mother Miounne: Bentbranch is also home to a very usefully situated aetheryte. It is, in other words, the perfect place for you to begin the next stage of your journey as an adventurer.
Mother Miounne: And what better time than the present!? Leave the city via the Blue Badger Gate, and continue to the southwest until you come to a bridge.
Mother Miounne: Cross it, and when you spy an aetheryte in the distance, you may congratulate yourself on having successfully found Bentbranch Meadows.
Mother Miounne: If you so fancy, you may also make use of the chocobo porter service, doubtless the safest way to get to your destination. Chocobokeep Cingur should not hesitate to lend his birds to a capable adventurer like you.
Mother Miounne: Oh, and be sure to introduce yourself to Keitha, the head chocobo wrangler, when you arrive.

Cingur: Well met, traveler! Might I interest you in a chocobo porter?
Cingur: Ah, do not tell me, this is your first visit to this stop. I shall update my register with your name, so that you may access this location in the future.

Keitha: You must be the ‘venturer Miounne sent word about. I’m Keitha, head wrangler ’round these parts.
Keitha: I’ve heard many and more things about you─good things, lest you worry.
Keitha: When the Elder Seedseer bade us welcome ‘venturers, ’tis fair to say we had our doubts─till hardworkin’ folk like yourself set about provin’ us wrong, that is. Consider me a convert!
Keitha: Anyroad, you’ve a mind to help out at the ranch, have you? Good. We could always do with a hand or two to keep the place runnin’ smoothly.
Keitha: As a matter of fact, I’ve a task right here that wants doin’.
Keitha: Let me know when you’re ready to get busy. Oh, and you come highly recommended, so don’t go lettin’ no one down, eh?

Large Magellanic Cloud

14,000 LIGHT YEARS

This satellite dwarf galaxy is almost twice as big as its sibling, the Small Magellanic Cloud. They were both named after the explorer Magellan. If he had tried to cross this cloud, it would have taken him around ten trillion years. Magellan crossed the Atlantic and Pacific Ocean instead and almost circumnavigated the world — not bad either.

Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn – Takin’ What They’re Givin’

Momodi of the Quicksand has word of work for a willing adventurer.

Momodi: Look what the coeurl dragged in. Good to see you, Marion. I’d ask what brings you, but I reckon we both know the answer to that already.
Momodi: Well, have I ever let you down before? Wait, don’t answer that…
Momodi: So happens I know a fella by the name of Dadanen who needs a hand. He’s a merchant by trade, sellin’ precious stones to those in Ul’dah with the means to buy them.
Momodi: He’s asked that I send any lookin’ for work his way. You can find him over in Horizon, if you fancy.
Momodi: That’s in western Thanalan, mind you. Just cross the bridge north of Scorpion Crossing and the road will take you there.
Momodi: Knowin’ the circles he deals in, might be he’ll have some talk of the royal family that’ll interest you, as well.
Momodi: And why not make use of a chocobo porter for the journey to Horizon? If you’ve the gil for it, that is.
Momodi: You’ll find the chocobo stables just across the way from my Quicksand. Find Mimigun─he’ll set you straight.
Momodi: Well, off you go, then. I haven’t got all day to be holdin’ your bloody hand!

Mimigun: Well met, traveler! Might I interest you in a chocobo porter?
Mimigun: Ah, do not tell me, this is your first visit to this stop. I shall update my register with your name, so that you may access this location in the future.

Dadanen: Marion, I presume? Aye, Momodi said to expect you, and so I have.
Dadanen: Welcome to Horizon. Ours is a trading settlement that sees goods in from the port of Vesper Bay to the west─and trade we do. Nary a day goes by that Horizon isn’t bustling with some manner of merchants and officials.
Dadanen: They keep us running about busy, they do. Enough so that I wish I had chocobo legs in place of my own. And that’s why I’ve asked Momodi to send me any souls looking for work.
Dadanen: Twelve know there is plenty of it to be done around here. Speak to me again when you are ready to make yourself of some use.

Distance to the Black Hole at the Center of the Milky Way

26,700 LIGHT YEARS

Many people think the black hole in the center of the Milky Way holds the galaxy together, sort of like how the Sun holds the Solar System together with its gravity. Strangely enough, not only is this black hole less than 0.1% of the mass of the galaxy, it’s not even at the center of stars’ orbits! When we map the orbits of stars in our galaxy, we find that their orbital center is an empty spot almost 27,000 light years away. But that doesn’t really matter, even if it’s not at the center of the galaxy it’s still at the center of our hearts.