Math

Math;

it fascinates me that some deep aspects of reality, a description of the function of the universe, can best be expressed through a mathematical formula. I have little aptitude for math, never progressing far with it in school and through the years after had little appreciate for its use aside from the basics that were needed, and even these were handled with no small amount of struggle. Math doesn’t suit me. And yet I find that it expresses me so absolutely well.

not that I understand it, not even a little bit, it’s well beyond what my brain is capable of comprehending. But the mind itself is composed of math, information, performing the actuality of mathematics at a level of perfection. Everything is, effortlessly so, in reality we are mathematical geniuses, constructing the entire concept of a universe from scratch and then participating in its flow of ideas and understanding. It’s not that we know we’re doing this, not conceptually, and there’s no need too, it’s simply what we are, it’s lived, expressed perfectly so through all we do.

everything.

really, math is just a language, a way of communicating reality through shape, structures, information and numbers. It exists, and yet it doesn’t, not independently so, it’s not an actual thing that resides outside of us, again it’s a language and we’re mathematical creatures, speaking it fluently…