About "Rift Zone"

Thank you for visiting my site! I am “Rift Zone” -it’s my ‘trail name’. Long distance outdoor adventurers tend to adopt such things and mine was first recorded on a trail register in Acadia National Park in 2001.   It’s been my trail-name and online identity since. My given name is Ronrick.   I’m an autodidact astrophysicist.   I was not trained by, nor do I have a relationship with academia. None the less, I’m working on a theory of the universe, ‘Nova’, that challenges Relativity, the Standard Model of quantum mechanics, as well as Big Bang Theory.   I’m inspired by the fact “mother nature” is only true authority within physics.

Misc thoughts and musings...

“Fractional Differentiation” is currently the prevailing theory on the origin of Earth’s continents. In this view, plate tectonics is older than continents. The story goes: volcanism creates volcanoes, the sea floor migrates and effectively corrals these volcanoes into larger masses, over eons the piles get quite large, eventually you have continents.

“All continental crust ultimately derives from the fractional differentiation of oceanic crust over many eons. This process has been and continues today primarily as a result of the volcanism associated with subduction.”


Most scientists believe that there was no continental crust originally on the Earth, but the continental crust ultimately derived from the fractional differentiation of oceanic crust over the eons. This process was primarily a result of volcanism and subduction.


I have a different perspective to share with you.  Archaic Crust Theory of continents asserts Earth’s continents are what remains of protoEarth’s original crust.

The story starts with protoEarth. It was a world significantly smaller than the one we have now. ProtoEarth had a sister planet that orbited the sun in the same orbit as protoEarth. There’s a curious phenomena in orbital physics called Lagrangian points that permits multiple bodies to occupy the same orbit. Theia was the name of the other planetoid. Jupiter’s gravitational influence was most likely Theia’s demise. Destabilizing its orbit even a little from the Lagrangian point would mean the system would collapse and the two planetoids would eventually collide. If you’re familiar with how the Moon formed then you already know some of this story. ProtoEarth and Theia did collide. Fallout from that collision is what our moon formed from.

ProtoEarth and Theia had solid crusts. Earlier in their history they were molten balls with no legitimate crust to speak of. Of course, the laws of physics make it pretty clear how the system would develop from there. In liquids, heavy things sink, light things float. And, the second law of thermodynamics sees to it that relatively hot things cool off. It follows our heaviest components (iron, nickel) would concentrate toward the core while the lightest of materials would distribute throughout the surface. It also follows this surface would cool and solidify. Thus is development of planets. ProtoEarth and Theia were solidly within that later stage of development. They had solid crusts of rock that covered their entire spheres. Then they met. About half of protoEarth’s crust was destroyed upon impact. Of course, this wasn’t a “hit and run” type of event. Theia didn’t hit us and keep going, it mostly joined us. It is now part of the world we know today.

As mentioned above, our moon is a collection of some of the fallout from that impact. Some of the mass was lost to space. Most of protoEarth’s and Theia’s mass combined to form Earth. Approximately half of protoEarth’s crust survived the impact but the increase of volume meant the remaining crust wound up covering closer to a third of Earth’s larger surface area. I find a bit of novelty in this fact: most of humanity doesn’t live on Earth’s crust. Technically, the vast majority of us live on protoEarth’s crust. Unless you live in Hawaii, Tahiti, or other volcanic island, you live on crust that originally formed on a planet that hasn’t existed for over 4 billion years. A cursory scrutiny of Earth’s properties and the laws of physics confirms it.

The implications of Fractional Differentiation demonstrate how it fails to provide an accurate assessment of physical reality. The composition and density of sea floor is known to be very different from continental crust. Fractional differentiation claims all this stuff (our continental land masses) got swept up off the ocean crust. However, the composition and density of continental crust clearly shows it did not originate from oceanic crust. If prevailing theory were correct, continent chemical composition and density would be more similar to ocean floor composition and density. Rather, they are very distinct. It begs the question: where did all THIS stuff come from? This stuff, the material in our continents, clearly came from somewhere else. The “differentiation” that is imagined in the current theory is not only wrong, it’s contrary to physics principals.

“Fractional Differentiation” is a violation of the laws of physics. There will always be geologic activity to keep things interesting, but the laws of physics in no way permit a planet to form 2 distinct types of crust under normal circumstances. There are hundreds of planetoids in this solar system alone. Most of them have solid crusts of rock or ice. Those other worlds effectively have a single type of crust that have roughly uniform densities because they are made of roughly uniform materials. Their crusts are what we should expect given the simple physics behind their development: light stuff floats, entropy tries to distribute everything evenly across the surface, the surface cools and hardens… There’s geologic activity to keep it interesting, but there is nothing in the laws of physics that permits a planet, left unto its own accord, to form 2 types of crust so distinct in composition and density that one type of crust floats on another.

Kindly look at a sea floor (bathymetric) map of the Indian Ocean… India left tracks as it migrated north, away from Antarctica. The Chagos-Laccadive Ridge and the Ninty-East Ridge, they’re tracks. That is unprecedented! Our continents are unique to all known planets and moons. There is nothing out there that remotely resembles the surface structure of this planet. It turns out we do occupy a special place in the cosmos.

There is also the question about the origin of plate tectonics. Where did that come from? Modern theory states tectonics arose long after the moon collision, after the entirety of the crust was destroyed. So there’s new crust… -Brand new, cohesive unfractured crust. Okay, how did it get broken? What set off all this activity? Research leaves the impression the current theory isn’t developed enough to address that inquiry.

Furthermore, what subduction? Planetary crust forms at nearly uniform density. Crust at roughly uniform density does not subduct. No subduction also means no migration. Even if an event happened to fracture the crust, individual plates would not move very far relative to another. There would be no wide sweeping actions relative to another as current theory implies. Thus, there is no collection technique. There would be no physical process to gather the volcanoes into larger masses. The process attributed to building up continents simply doesn’t exist.

The moon formation simulations that show earth’s crust being completely destroyed by the collision is contrary to the laws of physics as well. The footage looks great but the reality of the situation is rather different. The far side of the world got an earthquake and meteor shower. The crust exploding is pure Hollywood style sensationalism, not physics. Energy does not transmute in that fashion.

These inquiries become much easier to address from the Archaic Crust perspective; Earth didn’t form 2 distinct types of crust, it forms only one type, known as “sea floor”. The original crust had the lightest of materials so naturally Earth’s crust is made of, more or less, the next lightest materials. ProtoEarth’s crust was essentially floating on Earth’s crustal material all along. Thus that unique feature of our world is neatly explained. The cause of the initial fracturing is obvious…

Supporting evidence also includes Lake Baikal and the fault line that runs beneath the Mississippi River (New Madrid). Those features don’t seem to have much association with global tectonics and are subsequently hard to explain in current contexts. On the other hand, they are easily understood in context of Archaic Crust Theory. There are consequences to forcing bent rock into a reduced arc. If you take half an egg shell and force it to adhere to the volume of an orange, you’re gonna create a few fractures. A few of those original fractures include what separates North America from Siberia, the rift zone that houses Lake Baikal, and the New Madrid Fault line. The latter two don’t contribute much to plate tectonics but all three are merely stress fractures that occurred while flattening out.

Aside from predicting everything we already know about our world, there is a less obscure fact predicted: we all know the continents kinda fit together. If you reduce the size of the globe they are plotted on they will fit together even better.  

…not to mention “fractional differentiation” is a literal translation of Genesis 1:9   -it’s a bible story…  It never was an attempt to express legitimate physics.

The capacity to ask a question is of far greater importance than the capacity to answer one. To answer a question is to share a thought, feeling, idea, value, concept, or belief. To ask a question is the attempt grasp new concepts or establish new relations within our universe. Inquiry is an act of exploration. The possibility of unique knowledge is forged within the formulation of a question. The answer serves only to confirm, deny, or elaborate.

The value of a person is not determined by the gifts they’ve been given, it’s what they do with their gifts that counts. It’s what you leave in your wake. If where you’ve been has been graced by your presence because you’ve left nothing but beauty, wisdom, joy, intrigue, and empowerment behind you then you have a beautiful soul (loosely defined by this paragraph) and your value as a person is uncontested. Leaving misery, fear, pain, destruction, subjugation or any manner of diminished behind is ridiculous, reprehensible, and a betrayal of what you are and have been given.   Our value is determined by how we treat everything around us: humanity, other creatures, the ecosystems that sustain us.

We have linear thinkers among us… (2D) They process information much like a formal logical structure: by line item. They’re fully capable of coming to know complicated systems, thus forming their 2D picture, but it is a somewhat tedious process and things do get lost in translation.

The bright people of the world are the “systems thinkers”, 3D. They take in more than a line item at time. They’re able to see how entire systems work, understanding the nuances at play. More so than just a “picture”, they can see into it and readily understand the nature of the system in fundamental ways.

There are also 4Ds; it’s simulation capacity. Are you familiar with Fermat’s Last Theorem? Euler’s Identity, and the profusion of his works? Gauss? How about Relativity? Einstein’s “thought experiments” were physics simulations, literally! -pretty good ones. All of those things and most other profound innovations humanity has produced throughout the ages came from 4Ds. Operating within existing parameters will keep you there. Such innovations never pop out of existing equations. They have to know it, they have to understand it; they saw it: how it works, interacts, evolves, relates, they saw it. In very pure and intimate ways, they saw it; they generated it. Of course, the vast majority of humans can draw up and run scenarios in their minds, but only these guys are doing it in strict accordance to mathematical and physical law. The world’s best computers are still organic; we’re quantum, of course we’re gonna smoke chips for a good while longer. 4Ds are what humanity calls genius; that’s what it is, that’s how it works.

The linear scale of IQ is fairly informative for 2 and 3Ds, however, that type of classification quickly breaks down concerning 4Ds. The most you can really distinguish between 4Ds is how it manifests. The path it takes could amount to intimate command of mathematical equations. -Stephen Hawking was this type of genius; his gift was manipulating equations. He worked as a physicist but his gift was more mathematical in nature. There are also those with excellent command of mathematical structure; they’re walking 3blue1brown YouTube channels: translating mathematical expression into mathematical structure, that they can then manipulate. -Here is where we find the likes of Fermat, Gauss, Euler… Humanity’s math is symbolism, those guys work with the real thing! Closely related to mathematical structure but still distinct enough to warrant its own category is physical structure. Here are our pros with reconciling observation with mathematics: Einstein, Feynman, Faraday… Symphonic would be another path, as would Michelangelo type artistry. There are many paths. Newton stands as one of the bright ones of that crowd only because his gifts manifested in both mathematical and structural ways, enabling him to cross reference. Da Vinci was cool like that too: multiple paths.

About me:

I had Search and Rescue called out on me once in my life. I was 5. It was America’s 4th of July celebration along a major river. I ran off to the river soon after arriving. It was nothing new to me, I often went to the tiny creek that ran through the property when I was 3 for the same reasons.   I was fascinated by flora, fauna, and physics of the environment.  What fascinated me most was how the water moved.    The water was clear, you could see into it well.  The bits floating within only served to show how it was moving.   I was captivated by it, how the plants swayed, how the little whirlpools evolved, how the big one morphed and migrated… I eventually left the backwater area I had first found, where I was more or less in view of the crowd.  The sun eventually went down. The fireworks came and went. The flashing lights from the emergency vehicles were all part of the show to me.  I wasn’t paying attention to the show though, I continued to explore. The only problem that arose for me while I was out there was when my mother came up missing. I knew all too well my mother was my lifeline so I watched her like hawk. Every so often I would backtrack far enough to catch sight of her then proceed to go in deeper. I saw her talking to the uniformed men at some point so when she left her spot I found her among the emergency vehicles, some 7 hours after her seeing me last.

I got kicked out of second grade for studying spectroscopy. They took me out of class, walked me to first grade, and left me there. I was doing rather well on all the tests, consistently gaining high marks on them, but I wasn’t doing their home or classwork. I was reading Encyclopedia Britannica, found Newton and Fraunhofer Lines, and spent more time in class considering physics than paying attention to the week long elaboration of the My Little Pony level of sophistication of class instruction, which I thoroughly understood within the first 15 minutes of Monday morning.   

Before that happened I came face to face with the greatest crisis of my life.  I asked my mother a question.  She gave a less than satisfactory answer.  I rattled off a few more questions.   She didn’t have answers for me.   Fighting tears, I tell her, “I’m smarter than you, who’s gonna teach me?”   Never did find anyone, not in person.   Anyway, the books I was reading didn’t know much.  Teachers were absolutely no help.   My mother already made it clear I needed to find those answers elsewhere, but I looked and they were not available.   Going back to her was my last resort.   Not long after a newscast made some sense of it, and kinda changed my life. The news anchor introduced some authority on some topic who said some thing. My mother had a rather spirited response for him. My mother is rather bright and capable, she was an authority on the ways of the world as far as I was concerned. Seeing that conflict made something click. I had already seen similar conflicts in science where various camps couldn’t agree, but now all of a sudden I was left with the impression humans don’t know what they’re talking about. That completely changed the way I approached science. Before that I would adopt what they said without question, only digging deeper when there was no consensus. After that I would look into the observations they derived their interpretations from and make my own interpretations, aligning with others out of merit alone. I was doing my own science by seven. Not that I was contesting modern science that far back, but some of their teachings didn’t make it to my acceptance.  

I finished reading Encyclopedia Britannica in the third grade, mostly skipping anything that wasn’t naturalistic. I was also asking teachers about the physical structure of light, because the books I was reading didn’t seem to know. In the fifth grade I was losing teachers over galactic orbital dynamics. I left grade school knowing more about the structure of the universe than the staff did, collectively. That started to make me keen on teachers not being able to help me with my education so we mostly talked about what they wanted to talk about in middle school.   California had me take an IQ test or something similar in 6th grade.  They didn’t release the results, but I had more important things to consider than 6th grade class/homework too.   So, while being yelled at for being the worst student in the class, I learned I ranked first in the Bay Area and third in the state.  I remember that test.  I remember being wholly lost on the vocabulary section; might as well been written in Cuneiform.    They were testing literary language.   I didn’t actually read the novels assigned so my literary reading level was pathetic.  I was, however, reading at post-doc levels in scientific literature at the time.   I was the star pupil in the Young Astronauts Program. That was fun. Better than GATE (Gifted And Talented Education); GATE was no such thing, but it did get me out of the boring class long enough to toy with geometry for a little while.   Growing up in Silicon Valley certainly had its benefits!   NASA Ames Research Center was right in my backyard. I flew the Space Shuttle simulator thanks to the Young Astronauts Program; the ‘real’ one, the one astronauts were trained on. I toured that entire facility a number of times. I’ve been in their Wind Tunnel, walked through the main body of it. I got to fly a helicopter simulator with VR goggles when NASA was among the few who could afford VR at the time. Modern graphics would smoke what I saw, but the tech was equivalent to high end offerings today. Later I got a private tour of Stanford’s Linear Accelerator, thanks to geeks recognizing geeks.

In high school I went through every physics book I could find, at least once. Then I would venture to main library branches and universities to find more. I was an expert on Big Bang theory. Not sure If I was an expert on Relativity at the time, but I was getting close. I was up to date on quantum mechanics.   I was also researching and subsequently had a graduate level awareness of how humanity’s scientific knowledge developed throughout the ages; I thoroughly understood not just the state of modern science, but also how it got there (that would come in handy when I found myself needing to backtrack to legitimately firm foundations).  About the time I got out of high school I came across a volume titled “The Big Bang Never Happened” by Eric J Lerner, and my life was changed again. I have an insatiable curiosity and bear the mark of a true scientist: one who adheres exclusively to the properties of the universe, irrespective of what humans think, as they hold no authority in this realm. I was well aware there were issues within Big Bang Theory because ALL of my heroes taught me about BBT my entire life; I was an adherent. I must have spent 20 minutes pawing through that volume. I didn’t expect it to contain actual science by the look of the title, but he seemed to talking science, and seemingly making decent arguments.  I found it worth hearing him out.  Truth be known I bought the book with the intention of refuting his ridiculous notion, but he never gave me that opportunity; his science won.  I didn’t trust him on anything. Took me forever to get through that book because I would constantly find myself researching something he said.   We didn’t agree on every detail but I finished that book as an adherent of Plasma Cosmology.  He’s right about that by the way: the Big Bang Never Happened! -the properties of the universe are very clear about that.   The truth is modern physics is scarcely more sophisticated than platomic spheres and their epicycles. It is patchy, sketchy, willfully ignorant, demonstrably wrong, and would never build a universe akin to our own operating within those parameters.  

At last check I was a few classes away from an associates degree in Science, Engineering, and Math from De Anza College in Cupertino, CA. They hired me to tutor mathematics to my fellow students, mostly because I had a tendency to lead the grading curve of every math class I ever attended. My tutees loved me. They averaged a 2 point increase in grade with my help. I can see the structures represented in the math so it was very easy for me to figure out where their disconnect was and then throw it at them every which way till they got it, often developing my own equations and approaches for them to work. That didn’t last long though. I thought ‘university’ was my promised land. It was supposed to be where I would find instructors as well educated in science as I was. Come to learn I was more or less looking for a PhD program, as a freshman. Between the politics of higher education, the fact I already stood against prevailing physics, and the adventurous spirit I displayed when I was 5 only got worse as I aged, I chose to continue my education independently, as I had done all along. So I took my science books into wilderness and studied physics from mother nature herself, with the guidance of Giants, of course.   Falling even deeper in love with the natural world as I earned my ‘expedition-grade adventure-trekker’ stripes is what prompted me to research and ultimately initiate NATURE and Way of the Cosmos.  John Muir, the “Into the Wild” guy, and I have a lot in common when it comes to outdoor experience. 

I became a leader in plasma cosmology the moment I redefined ‘nova’ to mean change of state within Schwarzschild radius from particles into pure energy, as we would expect from mixing matter and antimatter: poof!  I then reconciled quantum mechanics and relativity into it, reconciling them in the process. Turns out this universe is so much cooler than the model you get from trying to reduce everything to the simplest terms they think they can get away with. This universe dances!

Xmas Day 1999, I got dropped off at Echo Lake.   The one above South Lake Tahoe, roughly where the Pacific Crest Trail crosses Highway 50.   I then proceeded to hike north along the PCT for a nice solo outing into Desolation Wilderness.  Came out Lily/Fallen Leaf Lake in time for a Y2K ‘kegger’ in South Lake…good times.   The night I spent on Lake Margery remains the most frigid conditions I’ve ever been out in.   My thermometer bottomed out in the negative 20s, so I know it could have warmed at least 50 something degrees F and still been freezing.   Should have known by the look of the lake.  It was so frozen solid it had lifted itself up out of its basin.   I never did get over the novelty of looking 5 feet under the lake into a dry lake bed while its contents loomed just above.    Little did I know the best was yet to come.   Darkness fell and at some point I noticed 2 sets of shadows.   I fully expected to look up to see the moon and something…    To my amazement, I traced the sources back to Venus and the Milky Way.    I had the Milky Way casting shadows on me.  It was the most vivid sky ever.   I could almost reach out and touch the stars.  I tried.   I will never forget how the sky touched me that night.

My greatest achievement in life may be knowing the language of wilderness.   Humans, understandably, tend to move like predators through wilderness: with impunity.    There is absolutely nothing wrong with that!   However, wilderness will subsequently treat you as a predator, and there may be benefits to being taken as non-threatening.    It takes a few days of camping out in one spot, but if you’re a chill neighbor who isn’t spooking everything around you then the environment will get used to you being there and the world will begin to continue its normal routines.   It is then when you can start to experience things humans almost never see.   A healthy ecosystem is just as busy as any major city center is.  They’re not too distinct in how traffic/activity patterns change throughout the day either.   There is a flurry of activity that takes place just beyond the senses of most the outdoorsy.   It’s amazing how well coordinated that activity can be too.   Wilderness has language, all the critters speak it.   Most of the time the communications are critters engaging their own species, but other times one voice saying one thing shuts down the entire forest.   You see, if you’re unobtrusive enough wilderness will tell you when it’s another beautiful day in paradise, when business is usual, when something is going on, when love is in the air, and even when there’s a big predator right over there.   The one bird you heard when you hiked through shut down the symphony!  …while everything within the symphony knew exactly where you were and which direction you were heading, from a long way off.    If you’re chill though, you can both hear the symphony and understand the movements.   Having that awareness stands as one of my greatest successes in life.   When I’m feeling lax on my scientific integrity I might fancy the notion I’ve personally met mother nature, and walk with her still…being teacher’s pet is pretty cool too 😉 

I’m an expedition-grade adventure-trekker.    I gain a lot of pride from that.   The quality of my relationship to the natural world is what I derive my sense of self from.   I love knowing I have literally gone into environments most wouldn’t make it out of. -not that I planned for that, natural progression simply leads that way when you’re the type who schedules trips for the biggest storm of the season just so you can play with mother nature when she’s feeling frisky.   Still feel like a wimp for getting out of Hurricane Matthew’s way; did end up saving some kittens though…worth it.    Aside from spending way too much time in the redwoods and Sierras, doing the John Muir thing, I did things like summit Shasta with trail runners and trekking poles.   Everyone else had crampons and ice axes, but I’m a nature geek with excellent command of physics and knew exactly what I was doing, so whatever.   [Let the record show doing mountaineering, even on bunny slopes like Shasta, with trekking poles and trail runners is asking for death.  It was an extreme act done by an extremely skilled and experienced mountaineer.  Do not duplicate!]   Best part about that trip was when I broke out the now-not-so-frozen trout my little cousin caught.     There I am with a pan full of heaven smelling up base camp at 10,400 ft. while everyone else was eating trail mix.  I was the talk of camp for a few moments there.   I would love to claim the view was the best part of that excursion, but it was a hazy day so the fish takes it.  =)   

I biked up the Pacific Coast, twice.  Bright people go down the coast, with the wind…yee-haw!  Think I put more miles on my bike doing the Phoenix to Santa Fe and then Chicago to Florida via Upper Peninsula trips.  I kayaked from Billings, Montana to St. Louis during the 200 year anniversary of the Lewis and Clarke Expedition.   The whole trip was pretty cool, but that Yellowstone in a sea kayak,  *love* gonna have to do that again.   Also kayaked the first 560 miles of the Mississippi River from Headwaters…til it started snowing on me.  Blackwater River, FL is just as wonderful as it is short.   While out of surfers’ way off of Santa Cruz, I had an orca surface so close to me I could have petted it with my paddle; I’ll never forget that huge black eye studying my soul…hope we meet again someday. 

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