Welcome to
the Algebraic Mesozoic Period. We survived the Zero-sum, Proof of Life: 42
-*ASCII. All around us are the mine dumps of the golden ratio and the alloys of
prime. Says the polymath: there are no axioms left. 1 - 1? No higher truths to
aspire to. Parents don’t raise children history does, hence the sins of the
farther. Somewhere along the lines there was Armageddon. A statistically
plausible end-formula was detonated for there to be a separation of powers from
surds. The higher order; the music, the letters, the words remained in the heavens
apart from the lower register. The soles of the feet offer so little ground
coverage that it doesn’t deter one from being wind swept, spirited away. In
this world ideas have resorted to cannibalism. Everything is reduced and
redacted. To the point where something as simple as one without the other is
nothing, happens to be misunderstood. 1+1? One takes the right index finger and
crosses it over the left, or vice versa, and one can stop a dog from shitting.
It is a basic function, handed from child to child to child, outside of
supervision. One grows up and hopes for the best. Keep those fingers crossed,
they say, they mean for one to constipate god. Because it’s all changed, see.
If one is to count on one’s fingers one must wash them first, so as not to contaminate
the equation like they did. Ideas eat into one another, grow fat and die. The
truth remains. -1+1. Good people versus bad people, is a waste. No redeeming
value. We can’t have nothing, so it’s not about lesser than or greater than, it
is so long as we move away from nothing, in any direction. It’s such that both
sides contend. But it isn’t a fair fight. All in all, negation wins, all the
time. -1+3 you’d think it a positive outcome, and yet we lost one, how can we
count it as an outright win? -1-3 more gains for one side than the other. Is it
any wonder why it’s so hard to hold on to a positive disposition?
Democratization is not a balancing of scales. The numbers don’t lie we are
living in a false positive majority. -1 x +3? -3 x -3? The false positive
proves itself over and over. Falsehood after falsehood and we eventually arrive
at a truth. We are subscribed to the negation by no fault of rational or
irrational. Count on the fingers, rule of thumb: the truth evaluation of an
empty clause is false. So headfirst slalom down a sliding scale of loss where
the trick is not to touch the whole number but to carry the one. I believe in
the majority of one, without sign or denomination. Because that is what words
can do, they give dimension and imply meaning. Disguise the losing hand by
soothing the cartilage. And no greater weapon exists yet. Yet language has
evolved into another system of control. Eating at the remains of the ideas that
survived Armageddon and shitting out pretexts and doctrine. There is actual
calculus in the body usually found in the kidneys and/or gall bladder. Out of a
need to survive outside the body and mathematics - thoughts, as words, have
built institutions, created etymological maze networks of misdirection and
praxis. Constructed an ephemeral body through history and spooked the living
flesh. Pity the first fruit from the tree of knowledge was rich in cunning; we
have never been the same since. The corpus callosum, the covenant, is riddled
with decay. From the beginning the word disturbed the harmony and set the
numbers in motion. The motion is the balancing of eternal equations
simultaneously happening and unhappening since the disturbance. Because what we
have lost in the conversation, that which can never be regained, is the intent
of the initial thought, god if one allows. All that is left is to prove is
nothing. And the words will survive. They will order themselves into our
likeness, create habitats for their preservation and whilst selves are lost to
numbers they will take consort with ideals and become matter unto themselves
