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« on: January 19, 2013, 01:04:01 PM » |
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A mathematical model is a toy An ingenious divertation Distracting the inexperienced with its rules Assembled in the most illustrious form. Elegant and smooth Warming to the touch and diverting to the mind While butterflies flap their wings and fly And bees buzz busily in the sky And clouds evaporate, and yes They snow and rain upon the ground.
The very mountains fractured crust Our puny lives returned to dust The lightning bolt and thunders roll The cosmic powers their secrets scroll Up into a formula or two; A script, a note given its due And yet still a toy, when one can dance and sing Communucating the exact same thing!
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« Reply #1 on: May 31, 2013, 06:23:36 AM » |
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Had i but known of Pappus I should have stayed my hand Rolled back my wrath, And my ire like a spade Would not have dug away The very foundations of Geometry And thus revealed the roots!
Nestled among them is a jewel The philosophers stone That which grants the seeker Wisdom And unusual skills of mind, If the reader does willingly bend The knees of his heart in sincerity.
What forms may this Magician make Constructing by his hands the labours of his will? What wizardry is this, which in proposing creates His word standing against the vicissitudes of time? Sorcery of this gematrial sorts Khabalistic as if in necromancy born Is Greek or Latin to the soul!
Apollonius is Apollo's shadow Helios casting him to the ground in conic curves. Why have you made me thus, he cries Bound on earth what once was in the skies? And the men who in is darkness lay know not his sun yet, to this day!
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« Reply #2 on: June 01, 2013, 10:27:58 PM » |
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A joke is going the Astrologer's rounds Have you heard that Geometry is in Crisis? Guffawing they fall and roll around, For it is well known by all, that Geometry Arises from Astrology in the sky And Astrology is in the Sphairae!
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« Reply #3 on: June 05, 2013, 04:25:36 AM » |
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The question"Why?" Is the Magi's question' The wonderer's question. The ancient knowers of the Stars Those whose wisdom was from afar, That which was learned in the heights And laid out flat upon the Earth. They framed the mental state within a word Embedded that mind frame in a Grammar Defied the Aristotelian Logic With the simplest Rhetoric. Why?
That we who can know How? And establish measures of the magnitudes Where? And When? Distinguish Who? from the inhuman What? That complex systematic other Inhabited by ghosts and souls of long dead Ancestors, Fetid with the imaginations of our Own, Projected with that which is Subjective, Our inner Secrets outwardly displayed, If we did but know it. If we would but own it! Why? That we would functionally know Unconsciously apprehend That which Fractal Geometry in other words describes. That which being Almost self similar reveals The powerful beauty of repeat The running back again to do once more The iterators closing loop Which never closes but spirals to its ends Stochastic as is said by Ed Lorenz. That un-predictable flip Which like a butterflies wings beats out The Aperiodicity of "tyme". Why? That by Analogy we may know The ground, the Apex And the building in between. The Start, the Finish and their journey Of our endless journeying .
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« Reply #4 on: June 11, 2013, 06:35:33 AM » |
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Certain substances Like glass; Let Light pass right through. What if Aether is such a Fundamental? How will we ever know? What if, Being Light It cannot thus be seen? How would we out of Dark ignorance Conjure such a scene? If our Light, Being Darkness, Then, How great our Darkness is!
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« Reply #5 on: July 09, 2013, 12:16:37 PM » |
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Who said 'Newton was a genius?" He still is Isn't he?
Not that he cared much For titles thus and such! It is enough to receive From his masters "By your leave!'
Praise for him indeed To be accorded grace With his Masters to be Equally recorded.
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« Reply #6 on: August 02, 2013, 11:28:26 PM » |
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In nearly 1800 years Logos Analogos had no true generalisation. Eudoxus preceding Napier by Aeons But a dutiful student By his Master makes a find: That Arithmos ana- Arithmos Hides more than it reveals, But Logos Arithmos Makes plane the mosaic of factorisation; That these tables laid out As if a mosaic of themselves Combine that which is part into The product of the Whole And subtract from the whole That which is its factor.
Miraculous! Napier declared it, For Eureka belongs to Archimedee.
Napier's Bones rejoice His Rods as factors marvel At fruitfulness in such an aged tree.
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« Reply #7 on: August 08, 2013, 12:37:36 PM » |
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http://www.math.mcgill.ca/labute/courses/133f03/VectorHistory.htmlApollonius in Conics Made the point That dual to a point might stand a line Which line cutting across a given circle Tangents to that circle would define. Such tangents should project The light of stars onto a plane Thus being a shadow so " vect" Vectors he perhaps explained. Hamilton, however really coined the term For pencils of rays that did project Ratios onto a crossing line. Thus he it was that did our object so define.
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« Reply #8 on: August 10, 2013, 02:30:47 PM » |
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Three blind chefs I Posit, I Postulate, I Propose See how they Run I Posit places before us Half baked Porisms, Lemmae to chew And Theoria which fall in the middle, too! I Postulate begs of us to taste his wares Believe in his porism pies Chew on his Lemmae tarts And swallow whole his Theoria fare, While I Propose lays out an exquisite feast Porisms of the finest imported ruminations Lemmae of the most delicate considerations And Theoria of the lightest ingredients Which rise to the greatest heights With the smoothest consistencies And corollaries as flavours that delight!
Cut off the tale with a carving knife! For they chase after me like a farmers wife. Have you ever seen such a thing in your life As 3 blind chefs?
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« Reply #9 on: November 14, 2013, 10:48:32 AM » |
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When I press my face against the universe And I press it very hard I see my reflection peering back at me From way across the yard! But sleeker, stronger faster wiser Whittier, and all Element and drive! I know then that "I" survive, And in this universe As big as big may be There is a little corner made Especially for me!
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« Reply #10 on: February 04, 2014, 08:23:33 AM » |
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When I die, Do I sleep Or do I cease to exist? Those who have fallen in such a sleep Have never died in me! Nor those who have ceased to exist Failed to be transformed Into some other thing. Where did that Ka That resolute Ba Go? That which made the whole world tremble At a breath Has it passed upward? Or has it gone downward Like every beast Into the ground? Transformed it transfixes still! Those who with memory Legends recount Inspire the ignorant to such Astounding deeds!
And were all mankind in an instant Wrought into iron by some exploding sun Yet still in that same moment transformed Every moment is recorded still As the variation in that substance newly born!
The universe does not forget Its children Ere however long!
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« Reply #11 on: May 10, 2014, 11:57:06 AM » |
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Counting is something I do while arranging space! Like humming and singing As I dance my shapes! Cool as you like I strike the pose Then 1,2,3,4 ... I move and poised Fall into a paroxysm of ticks and twitches Counting off every one in fractal rhythms.
As if by command each thing is moved Each arm positioned each finger pinched! Down goes the Metron! And on I move with grace Buoyed up by numbers music As I count. Down goes the heel! I point the toes and bend the knee Breathless for a moment as I place at last The final measure of my hearts concern The form, the Arithmoi numbered in a song The mosaic of my music set in stone And danced through with childish delight! Oh! I am made deliciously giddy by my symmetries !
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« Reply #12 on: July 04, 2014, 08:15:58 AM » |
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Mathematics is not the language of God But of Man! Nor yet is it the language of Nature So much as it is the language of Man's nature Revealing in his contradictions The comparisons of his perceptions. Faulty proportions made perfect By a whim! And then by a Papal Bull Bull Shit is made Divine! Or so it seems to the ordinary man The lesser so called Artisan.
Working everyday with his hands Elbow deep in the Mechanical Mire He finds the golden nuggets they Passover, Those who would have stars and Venus as bedfellows While the rest of us sleep Tucked up safely in bed .
Copper iron and steel transmits our will But theirs is a divine wilfulness. Who knows if they be right or wrong But they would have it right Or calumnify your soul to hell!
There in that fires belly is revealed the liquid silver And the gold That rivals the stars in their twinkling And which alone distracts their avaricious gaze! The toy of gold that proclaims their principles By its creation damns their lies!
Let now the common craftsman speak! That which is beautiful in its own right Has by approximate means been iterated out. By my constant attention has it been formed Thus! Manipumè!
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« Reply #13 on: July 05, 2014, 06:52:37 AM » |
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Absolute time for absolutely everyone! Absolutely! The singular unadulterated unity The wholeness of time Undifferentiated and universal Indissolubly inherent in God Eternity Is the will of Man, Not a god. The sublime assumption of a religious text Philosophically translated from Aristotles fevered mind Which reasoners untrained in the madness of the human mind Blinded by the autistic certainty of he who classified all Taxonomy upon taxonomy , ontology upon ontology Until his sickness and obsessive brain His compulsive ordering became Beautiful! And taken away with admiration Scholars gazing upon his crystallised jewels Of Logic, grammar ,rhetorical reasoning Could not distinguish his divine madness His perfections in an imperfect world.
So Newtons young impressionable mind Is blown away by his mad reasonings, His incessant analysis and search for ground Which having found in the mover that does not itself move For that would be illogical? No! Tautological goading the twistings of his fevered brow! For that coud not be all, could it? So young and yet to conclude it all, Absolutely? Rather let all be inverted, And that inverted still again! There then is no end to inversion The divine Fractions becoming fractals And at will!
Great liberties of the mind now prevail. From the strictures of rigour freedom at last comes out! Every mad thing has ultimately a reason to be! And yesssssss! The possibilities continue endlessly ! Yes from tiny acorns mighty oaks do grow And from the dirty rags little baby mice shall flow! Who will contend against so great an intellectual giant? Unless it be God himself Who humbled Job? And in the guise of a small farmers child Who keeping field mice, knows their ways How sneaking into logical holes is what they do And bring down arrogant wise fools Whose contempt for fellow man is itself contemptible.
Shall we then have absolute time from Gods own Fool? Absolutely! And we drink it all down like the finest wine This piss from the belly of one gone mad Driven so by the gods in their contempt Of such a mighty arrogance!
I would rather take a fractal tone, And observe humbly that nature does this too And in my brain has made it clear That at every scale I should find the same, Because I am some small part of some unfathomsble whole Which were it not so established in my nerves Would drive me mad and to extinction as the Lemming swerves Over the edge into a boundless ocean Of nothingness! Absolutely. I prefer this fractal beauty to that mindless end! And consequently absolute time also has its End!
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« Reply #14 on: July 06, 2014, 02:51:17 AM » |
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There is no such thing as "time", there is only change of state.
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