So we had geography homework, And also Latin and Maths. I didn't do any of those. We had a study hour, so I was copying the Math answers from the answer keys. Two of my best friends didn't have any books. I jokingly said; you can do my homework if you want. They're doing my homework now. Oh my ******* god.
Joseph Argyle, Andrew Misseldine Southern Utah University
Today we will be talking about advanced mathematics. Let out your primal screams now. It almost seems as if mathematics are a histamine to most people, But mathematics is omnipresent in every interaction between two universes. Mathematics is obscenity. We know it when we see it.
Mathematicians are the teenage girls in the back of a borrowed Toyota Camry Demanding to know “what are we?” Most people feel the tense shrug and the stiff arm of her companion. Mathematicians feel the swagger of a braggart uncle at the watermelon-spitting contest. Demanding more precision than everyone else at the party. And at the same time they are the children standing up to the bully saying “My dad can beat up your dad.” And hoping their opponent doesn’t say “Prove it.” They always say prove it.
There was a time where proofs were guarded in secrecy. When braggart mathematicians, the dogs of rival states who lusted after academic supremacy but not knowledge, claimed they could prove things without proofs. Where even a jot in the margins of a notebook done with enough pomp made you a god. The mathematics eventually rebelled against loose proofs and found its true ecstasy, Rigor.
Rigor is what separates mathematics from the beasts. Science dictates the rules of our planet, and daresay our entire dimension. However, even scientists struggle with math. Scientists view mathematicians as, well, masochists is the wrong word. I guess scientists acknowledge mathematicians the way most sports view cross country runners. Mathematicians relish doing the parts other scientists do as punishments. But math is an obscenely illuminating and beautiful subject.
Mathematics needn’t be scary.
Mathematics is really the study of sets. Sets are the piles of objects curated by the lonely. The horde exhibits consistent rules. Every object can be related and grouped with every other object As can two people find some common ground. These connections map to constellations across papers meaning more than the papers And the time they take to construct We are all connected. Whether we join each other up or bend down to meet someone where they lay, We are escaping the void of an empty set. And the laws of mathematics steady with the same consistency all through whatever ordeal The chef has challenged diners with today.
There are always rules, and the rules can be trusted. In this set, joining and meeting are always the same. They are Idempotent, meaning an operation sticks. One and done. Idempotency is the effective lesson which is learned exactly once and remembered forever, Like the cat who jumps on the hot stove exactly once.
If the definition of insanity is the repetition of a single task over and over again while expecting different results, Idempotency is the opposite of insanity.
The human race is one huge set. Idempotency is how we interact with other people. It is meeting someone where they are. We can all be a little better than we were before. Idempotency is inviting them to raise each other up and join them in the journey.
Cold and calculating There are equations that need to be solved I've been contemplating These situations that'll eventually have to be resolved
Some people leave their mark Some people bring about change But it won't change who we are Instead our species's endangered
The consequences arise from when our heart unfuse Only a matter of time before we blow the fuse They call it love, only because they see through abuse One sided relationships always leave the other used
Claws ready to tear every ligament to shreds Scream at me, my heart is what broke Dysphoria won't make me find you dead It's inevitable that I'm going to croak
There's a reason why they call me magician I'll confuse your mind, I'll put on a illusion You'll never notice, without me, there's ok in broken Your thoughts would never be your own, still harmed by all unspoken.