The Continuum Hypothesis is a hypothesis about the possible sizes of infinite sets. It states: There is no set whose cardinality is strictly between that of the integers and the real numbers.
I’ve always liked mathematics and art in high school. Both were pleasurably easy and therapeutic to me.
I didn’t know what to do with my life back then (newsflash: I still don’t! Gaza!) but I thought since I liked math, maybe I should just go to university and get a degree in BS Math or BS Fine Arts (BS = BullShit).
Both were kind of turn offs for me: after doing further research onto the curricula, I realized that universities were just gonna put a bunch of rules onto the things that I found pure joy in.
I was never really into both of it to the point of hardcore insanity (trigonometry, calculus etc).
In regards to math:
I liked algebra because of variables. I like the idea of being able to change it into whatever you like (a letter, name, colour, whatever) and the answer will always be the exact same finite integer.
I liked geometry because of the shapes. I like being able to form shapes and sizes based on numbers. I thought it was pretty cool.
Unlike sociology, history, or psychology (subjects I have come to appreciate later on in life), math, to me, was simple. Since there are finite answers that are all numerical, and nothing to do with humanities or behavior, you’re either right or wrong. You get the mark or you don’t. Simple.
The tangible applications of mathematics in everyday life just never really occurred to me up until my Grade 11 teacher talked about some sort of formula within the Cartesian Plane. It was those formulas that produced coordinates that will never equate to zero and if you change the variables and plot the lines you end up with a curve formed by lines (I failed at Google searching, so if you remember what they are: comment away please).
It essentially came up to this:
Parabolic Star…hmmm…next tattoo?
I just kinda kept solving the equations. It was Grade 11 math, who cares? It was easy.
One student got annoyed after all the equations we had to solve, “It’s like.0000000572 (or some ridiculous number)! Why can’t I just plot the point to zero?!?”
To which the teacher replied (equally frustrated), “Because it will never be zero! It’s like the distance of my hand to this board! If it’s one inch away from it, then the point is one, but even if I place my hand to the board, it will never be the board!”
…you know those moments when something is said or done and you can’t help but be speechless and you end up looking like a dumbass with your mouth open because it’s like time just stopped for an eternal moment of truth or feeling of awe?
It was like that for me.
It was a moment of pure magic. ❤
Matter was still the same: The table was still green. The windows were still open. The boy beside me still smelled funny…but then I have gained this new awareness of the incalculable mysteries underneath everything that is tangible.
That night, as I laid in bed, I stared at my hands for a long time. Memories of my childhood emerged. Both sides of my families were pretty superstitious: ghost stories, pranic healing, tarot cards, palmistry and such.
When I stared at my hands, I remember the few lessons in palmistry and its illustrations…and wondered about what kind of mathematics had to be done to come to conclusions of my fate and my life. I looked at my hands, my fingers, the color of my skin, the color of my palms…and wondered about what kind of biological mathematics had to be done for it to result that way during the equation of my parents’ copulation.
In regards to art:
I liked making art because when I did, everything just goes away: time stops and nothing else matters but those moments of magic when pieces of my soul is being translated into something tangible and manifests itself as self-expression.
And now I wonder: what kind of mathematics occur, within us and in the universe, for our creations to turn out the way they do. What kinds of equations does God use?
Personally, I think the quest to finding the formula to infinity is self-defeating, which is what led some of the mathematicians to the loonie bin.
Infinity by mathematical definition (Dictionary.com):
– the assumed limit of a sequence, series, etc., that increases without bound.
Conclusion: “Geniuses” are also the biggest morons. On that note: we are all stupid.
So as far as equality goes, I think idiotism would be the best mindset to employ. Since we are all smart and stupid to some degree or another within a variable called “moments,” calling someone a moron or saying that something is stupid in a statement or moment, in my opinion, is always fair.
If there are formulas that never lead to zero, but lead to infinite conclusions of ridiculous non-integers that can go on forever, then infinity itself is contained in all the equations that there ever was, is being, and will always be.
If someone finds a finite formula to infinity: we’d be in trouble…because I think that kind of knowledge can only be held by God.
Seriously, the question: “How big is infinity?”
Answer: Umm, it’s beyond you, dumbass.
We’re just specks of dust, fool.
On another note: I went to film school instead: I figured math + art = moving pictures. Another great factor that came into play with choosing film school was a heated conversation between a friend and I: how much, exactly, is a moment?
The conventional feature film would have 24 frames per second. That’s 24 pictures within a second that creates the illusion of movement.
Slow motion, with technology these days, can go up to 1000 frames per second (might be more, correct me if I’m wrong), so that’s 1000 pictures within a second…but none of those answer my question: How much, exactly, is a moment?
It is only now that I’m realizing: a moment is a matter of perception and consciousness – something that mathematics can only capture through art and, if successful, elicits emotions within the viewers.
And contrary to popular belief: I don’t think that time is money. I think time is the parenthesis for earthly-conscious-existence equations and we are all variables. Yes, I believe in parallel universes – not necessarily extraterrestrial life (though I wouldn’t completely count that out. I do like my sci-fi), but a universe existing somewhere underneath everything that is seen…something within the subconscious realm – one of feelings, thoughts, mythologies, paradigms, moments, expressions…stories.
I wish I had been smart enough to drop out because I didn’t need school to learn all this – what I needed was experiential learning. Having said that: I did meet plenty of people that I would never have met in any other way. It was good experience albeit OSAP owning my ass (It’s pretty stupid to expect kids, who can’t afford post-secondary, to be able to effectively contribute to the economy when you start them off with a fucking huge ass debt. Seriously, the debt part = epic fail).
Also, I’m pretty sure that God likes to fuck with our heads (with mischief, not malice).
It/She/He gets extra points for that. 👌
I still recommend watching the documentary because it’s interesting. You can just power watch it if anything.
I really liked the bit with Galileo: only proves my affinity for geometry. Plus he was the smart one: at one point he was like, “That makes no sense. If there’s an infinite number then it should be enough. We just can’t understand infinity. Maybe God can, but with our finite minds, we can’t. So let’s use the concept if we must, but let’s not try and understand infinity.”
Translation in 2015 language: “WTF? Fuck this. We got the gist of it, but we’re not smart enough to get this crazy shit. Let’s smoke dope and chill.”
To which I would say: “Word.” ✊
Hypothesis: While Galileo and Turing may have smoked dope, Georg Cantor, Ludwig Boltzmann, and Kurt Gödel most certainly did not.
Food for thought: Steve Jobs dropped acid.
Note: Drugs can bring people into various levels of consciousness and therefore bring us into different spiritual realms. Keep that in mind next time you pop that pill and know that there are far greater things out there than you.
…And as some indigenous tribes people (who use it for spiritual purposes) would say, you may just, “Meet your Gods.” ;)
You can check out the documentary here, complete with en español subtitles.
No torrents needed. Woot!