Life, Love & Math

Sometimes I wish I lived in a world where mathematics was the universal language. Life would most definitely make more sense to me. Love would make more sense and I think I would have it so much easier in this world. Every single problem would have a soultion that can be easily found by calculations.

Rules would be so easy to understand and codes would be so easier to crack. I know this might not make sense but I already know how this world would be like.

In this world people would walk around with square root signs on top of their heads, kinda like halos. These signs would only disappear once the two that are meant to be together find each other. That way no one would waist time with someone that is not meant to be there forever and end up broken when they meet the person they are meant to be with.

In this world my factorial of zero ( my 1/the 1) would understand that I am a human with flaws like any other and still accept me for who I am because that is who she fell (will fall) in love with. Then I can be the man she needs and be her factorial of 1 (also 1). Then we would simply form a union by simple addition or come together to form the factorial of 2 ( =2). Once that is done we would be on a straight line leading to infinity like y=mx+c.

In this world conflict would be solved by finding solutions to mathematical problems. Surely that way there would be less drama in the world.

Life would really be easy if the key to life was easily found in a differential.

A brother can only dream.

The Square Root of Three by David Feinberg

 

I fear that I will always be,
A lonely number like root three,
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine,
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
With just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three,
Has quietly come waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
And form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds,
And with the wave of magic wands,
Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed