you and your induction. everything you have taught us, so fragile. nothing i'm afraid can ever be proven by such methods, regardless of the number of successful repetiticns. asymmetry abound - one nonsuccess or contradiction and, ah, all is lost even after seemingly-infinite successes.
forever yours,
- mathematics
29 January 2010
16 January 2010
walking across the desert
"it's...just...laying me to waste"
And now 30.
And only a slightly more melancholic version of the decade-junior.
Face unshaven, hair caked with filth, brain knotted and immobile and heavy, sad eyes and hands tucked into armpits, a slight rocking motion for comfort, and sentences amiss. Insufficient vocabulary to explain - noone to understand, anyway. Social skills long extinct, barked at an adolescent today. A litter of thoughts fighting for a spot...
...our proud jesus, disengaged and walking across the desert, sun sapping the fucking life out of him.
And now slowly lifting leg into casket - just to try, just to lay down for a moment, just one minute I swear. Final thin pages of an average and unexciting book turning mindlessly in the draft, dust-wooden, empty room...blue-gray...
"Let me see your tongue, son"
And now 30.
And only a slightly more melancholic version of the decade-junior.
Face unshaven, hair caked with filth, brain knotted and immobile and heavy, sad eyes and hands tucked into armpits, a slight rocking motion for comfort, and sentences amiss. Insufficient vocabulary to explain - noone to understand, anyway. Social skills long extinct, barked at an adolescent today. A litter of thoughts fighting for a spot...
...our proud jesus, disengaged and walking across the desert, sun sapping the fucking life out of him.
And now slowly lifting leg into casket - just to try, just to lay down for a moment, just one minute I swear. Final thin pages of an average and unexciting book turning mindlessly in the draft, dust-wooden, empty room...blue-gray...
"Let me see your tongue, son"
the rote individual
The man who has acquired knowledge via memorization and without intellectual challenge has suffered a grave disservice. Becoming, in life, a sickly and vile man to work with. His entire being now functioning via rote processes and rules manufactured in head; rigid and defined and incapable of responding appropriately to dynamic situations. One can almost smell the painful inner deliberations, almost all of which end in rejection (which, to be sure, serves to protect and preserve). "Where does this fit? How to react? What rule to follow?" "Warning...exiting comfort zone!!"
One may award him the euphemism 'principled' but a more precise categorization would be automaton.
One may award him the euphemism 'principled' but a more precise categorization would be automaton.
01 January 2010
"Normal"
An operational definition:
That which is currently and has been, in recent times (for the most recent ten year period), practiced by a majority (greater than 50%) of your population sample.
For example: working a greater-than-40-hour work week is normal while maintaining a blog of harebrained non-verbal recitations of personal literature and inner cannibalistications is not.
For example: stress, normal; congruence, saved for one or two weeks per annum.
That which is currently and has been, in recent times (for the most recent ten year period), practiced by a majority (greater than 50%) of your population sample.
For example: working a greater-than-40-hour work week is normal while maintaining a blog of harebrained non-verbal recitations of personal literature and inner cannibalistications is not.
For example: stress, normal; congruence, saved for one or two weeks per annum.
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