NOT EVEN CLOSE TO DONE!!! (Good time comment on it, though)
The phrase "Cartographer's Nerves" refers to the feeling of being given an impossible task to do, for example, scrambling an egg while it is still inside it's shell, or walking and chewing gum at the same time. The phrase originates from an aside in Alarius' A Commentary on the History of History, Historio-Physis, and the People of the Bute, in which he describes the effect of the Bute founders' doctrine on the king as an cruel irony, reciprocal to the "Mapmaker's Trials" the king had presided over the previous year.
Discovering reality dissolving around him, and the castle literally changing form from day to day, Harandraff finally felt empathy with his mapmakers.
He went on to develop "Cartographer's Anxiety" as the characteristic state of the entire "Primary Subject" period of history; the attempt to deny historio-physis through enforced consensus is parallel to the attempt by cartographers to assert positional relation before the fact, paradoxical not only in eliminating or subjugating existing historio-physical effects relative to the map reader but in that the act of exposure to a map in fact suggests to the reader geographical alternatives that then become relative realities. Alarius goes on to his famous conclusion that the surest way to hide a place is to draw a map to it.
The current clever example of Cartographer's Nerves in the Alarian sense is the role of the hunter in Timperton's thought experiment:
An aelfant is captured, and locked in an enourmous, opaque box, along with documents recording its capture. Later, its captor is drinking with friends, and mentions his accomplishment. His friends are doubtful, and demand proof. How can he prove things to them? Shall he take them to open the box in daylight? His companions will be able to see the captive, but also exert historical effects on it at the moment the box opens. Shall he take them to see the box in the dark? The creature will be immune from the doubting companions consensus, but will be invisible to it's audience. The only solution for our hunter is to get his friends good and drunk before going to see the thing, and paint it pink at the moment of capture.
This is not to say that scholars, along with variety of other bravos, opportunists, and fools, haven't continued to dash themselves against the rocks of mapmaking for the last 400 years. Not a year goes by when some young fellow claims to have found "The Spacial Clocktower". The idea of consensus direction and distance, like the quest for the Historical Invariant, has been distracting promising technomancers for as long as the consensus has been abandoned by the rest of sensible folk.
Notes on an elaborate dodge to get me out of having to do a map. NOT DONE YET!!
Notes- in Ghyll: light propegates *instantaniously*- there is no doppler effect?
... the length of material bodies changes, according as they are moving through the ether or across it, by an amount depending on the square of the ratio of their velocities to that of light.
Broad-Based Relativity! that is, "relative to the body weight of the Speedish Chef, the age of your favorite bindlet ball player"- almost everything in Ghyll requires absurd calculations.
The distance from here to grandma's house depends on grandma's age, your height, and the last time her boyfriend came to call.
Awal Shrinkage smiltch and canora, - Relative to the frequency of heating and cooling.
Bordingbras his hatt! light and matter are interconvertable.
nanit, sugro-nanit Units of *what*
What are magnetic fields shaped like? Could a lot of this crazy physics be the effects of Warboxen?
Light and sound. Distance and Time are not independant. Physical forces aren't conservative.
At TOP SPEED (much lower than C), right angle distance is infinite.
Distance depends on the history of the object...?
Distance = Rate * Time for straight lines, but for curves? So a map of Ghyll is a relativistic map...