reply to post by onequestion
Your comment about math being a lie is interesting. As I understand it, you believe reality is based on our perceptions and how this "physical"
universe affects it and us. My basic view is whats real is information, not the physical manifistation that alows us to percieve it.
Math is just one way of expressing an idea. There is language, art, customs, self identity, etc. Its just one more way to let your self and others
know how you feel. But math is the most flexible and adaptable way to communicate an idea. It can also be mind numbing, a pain, and make you do things
that have them take you away and give you injections every four hours. Just as we gain new words as our technology changes, and our culture adapts to
deal with that, a mathamatical formula may change as our perceptions change. But the scope of what can be expressed with math is infanite (even if
were not). Nothing else that we can do with our words, art, machines, or delusions of grandure can do that. The "rules" that restrict everything
else don't apply to math. Only our imagination restricts us if we let it. I won't. Having an ego on Viagra helps.
It helps to think of math not as a goal to reach a conclusion, (it is that), but also as a process. Solving a complex math problem can be clunky or
elegant. Same answer, different way of getting it. One way gives pain. The other gives pleasure. I will omit the details.
One way to look at it: When you look at a beautiful painting, or hear a piece of music that puts you in heaven, you don't ask yourself (I don't
think") what the paints made out of, or the intruments used for the music. What you experience are not it's componants, but it's meaning.
Emotional, logical, usually both. But always very, very emotional. It hasen't happened often for me (mabey twice) in my life. But when the
information of a formula flows in a way I had never before understood, and I have that Ah Ha! moment and it's like the bliders I had on are (to a
point) gone, the universe has just changed forever, and I wondered how I was so blind for so long. Thats when I realized once I "got it" it was all
so very simple. It was like a machine with an infanite number of parts, working in infanite ways, to do infanite things, all perfectly. It seemed the
most natural, logical, and beautiful thing I ever experienced. For a very short period of time however. The emotional impact faded, but the wonder
But what I really regret is I don't have the verbal or poetic skills to get you or anyone else to really understand that. Mabey thats why we like
different music or art, its so individualistic. Or mabey our language is just to primitive. Somethings it just can't express what we experience, as
each of us experience it.