Fundamental Postulate of Physics:

Energy is never conserved, but insofar as we treat it as a number it oscillates infinitely; sometimes rational, real, irrational, negative, of n- dimensions. Some times--zero. And, most importantly, not just over time but over space, so that all of these can be places as well--how else could we understand the space that moves?--though not places within a coordinate grid. That is, unless he happens to want to be finite, flat, or a plane, or a three-dimensional axis, or a four-dimensional time-space, or be conserved, or be a calculable or incalculable number at all.

They can want this--after all, nature loves to hide. surely, in the infinite depths of space and time, there is a perfect sphere. There is no reason to say one shape is any more or less possible than any other shape, and it just so happens that this perfect sphere is but a shape among shapes, an object among objects. It exists somewhere (a holy grail) and the quest is to bring it here the only way one knows how, barring an impossible crossing of the oceans of space and time. That is: by making it, which amounts to just such a voyage. As luck would have it, all shapes are already in any old block of stone--and the only shape that isn't in it is the shape that surrounds it. Its shape--the one that belongs to it--is the thing that is not it, but is just the the fabric that the uni-verse keeps wrapped, closer than close, around it.

I postulate this in reply to Feynman's definition of energy:

“There is a fact, or if you wish, a law, governing all natural phenomena that are known to date. There is no known exception to this law—it is exact so far as we know. The law is called the conservation of energy. It states that there is a certain quantity, which we call energy, that does not change in the manifold changes which nature undergoes. That is a most abstract idea, because it is a mathematical principle; it says that there is a numerical quantity which does not change when something happens. It is not a description of a mechanism, or anything concrete; it is just a strange fact that we can calculate some number and when we finish watching nature go through her tricks and calculate the number again, it is the same. (Something like the bishop on a red square, and after a number of moves—details unknown—it is still on some red square. It is a law of this nature.)

However, I am loath to admit that, unlike the much-hallowed physics, we can't do a whole lot with mine. With all discretion I leave what is lacking in mine up to your imagination to decide.