A midnight thought!
In a universe of discourse, where every preposition's logic is evaluated as a predicate, there exists a null-set. Void, null, or empty? What difference does it make; and then they say, "every set is a super-set of a null-set!". Its like opressing an already-meek; somebody who is gang raped by tuples every day, and never successfully impregnated; a set whose existances is being held togather by two puny little parenthesis. Imagine if the parenthesis were replaced by a round bracket on one side, and a square bracket on the other. It would mean nothing for the null set, but if it were an ordered pair it would mean including and excluding, depending where the curly and square brackets fell. I feel sorry for null. Have you ever noticed how they represent a null set? It could have been just a zero, but that wasnt enough to extinguish the fires of vanity in their bellies. They used a zero and then drew a line diagonally right through it; GOOD LORD MERCY. Who says there are good people on this planet?
Euclid proposed the theory of mathematics. He defined a few axioms on which this entire subject rests. But he never defined how the heck would one measure the accuracy of these axioms!!! All the theories of maths, the formulas, and the equations are derived from the axioms, but there is no proof of the fundamental axioms. I guess Burtend Russel was right when he said whatever he said about Maths (I think it was, "in Maths they try to prove nothing with nothing").
Computer algorithms of today suck!! In my Numerical Methods class today, I was really disapointed after I witnessed an algorithm for diffrentiation. Differentiation is the change in one variable with respect to another variable. A computer cannot even find a limit! Consequently there is a fake method of differentiation: you specify small intervals (like 0.5) in a recursive algorithm with an upper bound. Doesnt that suck!! Dont u feel sick? And do not even talk about Integration! THE best tool we have is Mc Lauren series centered at zero (or the Tylor series). Issac Newton used to integrate like that 400 years ago!
I think our number system sucks! Decimal system sucks! We do not know what the hell does a 0 mean; not to mention 0/0 or infinity over zero, or 0 over infinity.
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
A Dream of Reality
"Etherized upon a table"
Last night I woke up from my sleep around 3 AM. I was sweating. I could not figure out if it was the result of the dream, or the dream was a result of increased metabolic activity in my body. A strange dream to recall - I witnessed an emulating pattern of sinusoidal waves. The waves represented a pattern; of life perhaps; something absolutely harmonious. I stood there watching them with intent and curiosity. The waves emanated colorful patterns of different frequencies of energy (in other words colorful lights). A desire arose in me; I wanted to posses that phenomenon. I tried, but fear kept me from doing so. I didn’t want to give up, so I did not - I stood there and kept watching it. For minutes, years, or centuries, I do not remember; I lost my count of time; I stood there. I watched it without blinking my eyes; focused on it ignorant of any distractions. Then it happened quite unpredictably. I lost the self to find yet another new one; becoming a part of the phenomenon I chose to lose myself in it. That’s when I woke up. I have nothing more to say now.
Last night I woke up from my sleep around 3 AM. I was sweating. I could not figure out if it was the result of the dream, or the dream was a result of increased metabolic activity in my body. A strange dream to recall - I witnessed an emulating pattern of sinusoidal waves. The waves represented a pattern; of life perhaps; something absolutely harmonious. I stood there watching them with intent and curiosity. The waves emanated colorful patterns of different frequencies of energy (in other words colorful lights). A desire arose in me; I wanted to posses that phenomenon. I tried, but fear kept me from doing so. I didn’t want to give up, so I did not - I stood there and kept watching it. For minutes, years, or centuries, I do not remember; I lost my count of time; I stood there. I watched it without blinking my eyes; focused on it ignorant of any distractions. Then it happened quite unpredictably. I lost the self to find yet another new one; becoming a part of the phenomenon I chose to lose myself in it. That’s when I woke up. I have nothing more to say now.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
"Etherized upon a table"
"Etherized upon a table"
Riding on the wave I thought something. I whispered it to myself. I was afraid that if the wave heared it, she would never talk to me again. I was confident though that if I had not whispered it to myself I would still know it. It was not poetry that was supposed to be read aloud; to me it was just a manifestation of some form of bonding; with the wave perhaps. So I continued.
I was washed ashore; smacked onto the black sands of a cold beach. The wave stood by me; looking into my eyes; she was furious, or perhaps it was a gesture of applause; a sarcasm; an irony.So, I tried to explain it to her, but she wouldnt seem to listen. When I tried hard, she reacted. She split into thousands of tiny wavelets. I was frightened. I tried to capture each of them into a tank. I wanted to bypass the superficial multiplications of her entity and hoped access to her as a unity. So I continued.
The sky looked down upon me as I were something important. A star split up; effulgently lightning up the sky with its gentle light. Somebody somewhere whispered something; i thought it was the sky. Red, orange, blue and green patterns of light scintillated a reflection into the wavelets of my wave. In the reflections I saw a shadow; among the ripples it took a shape of me. It was epiphanic. I realized that the boundaries of the wave, of myself, of the sky were just a metaphor.
I were the sky, the wave and myself.
Riding on the wave I thought something. I whispered it to myself. I was afraid that if the wave heared it, she would never talk to me again. I was confident though that if I had not whispered it to myself I would still know it. It was not poetry that was supposed to be read aloud; to me it was just a manifestation of some form of bonding; with the wave perhaps. So I continued.
I was washed ashore; smacked onto the black sands of a cold beach. The wave stood by me; looking into my eyes; she was furious, or perhaps it was a gesture of applause; a sarcasm; an irony.So, I tried to explain it to her, but she wouldnt seem to listen. When I tried hard, she reacted. She split into thousands of tiny wavelets. I was frightened. I tried to capture each of them into a tank. I wanted to bypass the superficial multiplications of her entity and hoped access to her as a unity. So I continued.
The sky looked down upon me as I were something important. A star split up; effulgently lightning up the sky with its gentle light. Somebody somewhere whispered something; i thought it was the sky. Red, orange, blue and green patterns of light scintillated a reflection into the wavelets of my wave. In the reflections I saw a shadow; among the ripples it took a shape of me. It was epiphanic. I realized that the boundaries of the wave, of myself, of the sky were just a metaphor.
I were the sky, the wave and myself.
This might be it.
So much for all the dreams, the high hopes, the visions, the ambitions and the promises i made to myself. This may be the realization; I am afraid. A blog on the web.
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