A Book of Maths

I read a book on angels. I do not think they are real but a creation of a word to describe something that could not need to exist. Like a Minotaur. When I was young I didn’t believe in math and physics as a viable thing but when I seen the numbers match exactly the measurement in repeatable experiment I was a believer in the process. I learned as much as I could about this magical world of the world. A few days ago I began seeing what I gave the word as Angels.

Causal determinism: we are hard-wired to find answers. A caveman who heard a rustle in the bushes and checked to see what it was lived longer than the guy who assumed it was just a breeze. The problem is, when we don’t find a logical answer, we settle for a stupid one. Ritual is what happens when we run out of rational.

It was kind of cool but I am used to seeing things. My mental illness is what causes this along with the interaction with another medication. Tada! tripping of acid effect I suppose. I haven’t tried acid, yet. yet because future is an unpredictable thing but only in small perturbations. Oh well, see angels make us understand something like that rather than being a good story about love and some battle of christianity and Judaism. I shall quit the whole thing now and work on the fun and things that make me happy and no human can understand. Quantum Field theory and Strings. This is much more mystical and beautiful that anything from heaven. It is nature which is the creator of life. Nature is the creator. It chooses from all possibles.

Ah, the ontological proof of niceness. The existence of the word proves the existence of the concept. Look out for those minotaurs on your drive home.

I discovered an erred version of the computation as pointed out by a friend in europe. She knows the math but not the theory. The integral was standard in her circles. I still make the same claim that it is possible but the number was off by a bit. After all it is just a homeomorphism and the constant is not really needed.  Rewrite that part and construct the actually string theory but being as it is not a lagrangian theory it should prove difficult but to use bootstrapping.

You see, when things are bad sexy woman dance around you and inspire your wonderful genetics. So thats it for today. Logic and reason always win over fake and fantasy until the fantasy involve jello, a small swimming pool and two angels. You see I was waiting for the bus right close to my place. If I didn’t ask i would not have gotten anything. I asked and she was nice. She reads a lot and therefore I assume she reads books with no equations and therefore hiding from her humdrum ennui of a life next to my place. Proximity is a good indicator of getting laid. Scientific fact plus she is cute and acknowledged my existence.

Thought this was funny; too bad I didn’t have internet to see the actual video during the photography. I did it from memory:

Anything we should know about your change? — People are like songs, it’s true
Some seem dull at first but then they grow on you
Me, I’m like ‘Can’t get you out of my head’
Annoying at times, but I make you wanna dance.