Monologue: The Polymath

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