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« on: January 19, 2013, 01:04:01 PM »

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 »

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 »

 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 »

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 »

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 »

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 »

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 »

http://www.math.mcgill.ca/labute/courses/133f03/VectorHistory.html
Apollonius 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 »

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 »

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 »

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 »

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 »

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!
Manipum!
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« Reply #13 on: July 05, 2014, 06:52:37 AM »

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 »

There is no such thing as "time", there is only change of state.
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