Wednesday 12 November 2014
The Reification of Poincare, The deification of Wigner
The commander of Maths
So glowered at his page
That 1 = one
Was the scourge of the age
And whispers though true
That 2 = two
Were a most matheverbical
Synonym too
If symbols meant numbers
And numbers meant words
Then much could be written
Of summing absurds
That x=x, and you=you
And infinite proofs tautological through
Is only where Spacetimes
Hold logic as true.
REJ:- I understood none of that -
Dr.B:- The 'miracle we neither understand or deserve' is merely the ultimate circularity of empiricism within spacetime expressed. Relativity and QED will never be unified.
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ReplyDeleteThe Unreasonable Effectiveness of Poetry in Describing Love
ReplyDeleteA Mr. Wigner penned a pome
As bemused preface to a tome
Astounded how the words he writ
So well described his tale in it.
How strange that words, along with signs,
Portray the way our world aligns.
Eyes, I have two.
Yes, what a twist!
Look, two’s a number on the list!
How weird when one has eyes to see,
That sums fit one’s reality.
And odd, a sonnet draws my woe
Since it was thought up long ago.
Unfeasibly, verse scans Love’s plan.
How queer a season’s like a man.
A gift we cannot understand,
No more deserve than breast or hand.
What miracle! Thus it must be
That Love is made from poetry.