I am the truth . No , I am not a kid whose hippie parents got high and named him "truth". I am THE TRUTH,
revolutionaries try to defy me , politicians try to morph and twist me
and mathematicians (god bless them) try to understand me ! The former
two really don't care for me much , their relationship with me is
somewhat like that of a man and his mistress, they use me when required
but never get too involved. Mathematicians on the other hand are
obsessed with me and it is about them that I will mostly talk here. But
before we get to that I think some introductions are due , lemme tell
you how I was born . Well when I say I am not a result of some wild
romance between two hippies who are eternally high , I am not being
quite truthful . As it turns out many years ago when man was in the words
of modern men "uncivilized", some poor sod probably inhaled some dodgy
fumes ,looked around and asked WHY? And BANG just like that I was born.
Before this poor bloke, men and animals lived on this planet (frankly
they lived more harmoniously than after I was born and all the messy
stuff followed)and encountered many of the things that people later
would ask questions about. Mathematicians will tell you that I was
always there , lurking , waiting to be found . Don't believe them I am
as much a creation of man as The Titanic , Facebook or Harry
Potter.Before this poor bloke inhaled those darn fumes , there was only
reality . Men you see often confuse me with reality. She is like this
big hot-shot celebrity and everywhere I go people mistake me for her .
Let me give you an example ; the sun rises in the east is not the truth ,
it is reality. The sun rises in the east because the earth rotates from
west to east is truth (or is it ? Poor men, they are really confused
about me ).
Now that I have told you where I come from , let me tell you about my character . Mathematicians over the years have bled, died and gone mad to get to know my character. One thing about me is although I am the truth , I lie . I love to lie , deceive and be mischievous , and those mathematicians can't help playing this game of hide and seek with me . Reality although she is famous and all , in the end of the day she is pretty straightforward . I am much more mysterious and interesting , you see I am the ultimate femme fatale , I can absolutely drive you mad and ruin you. To illustrate realities shortcomings let me give you an example . One of my favourite mischief is what is called conditional truth . Like " If gravity acted in the opposite direction man would fly !!" , for reality gravity doesn't act in the opposite direction and she is done , me I play games at levels far beyond what reality can imagine or dream.
You might think I am a real wicked person making all those mathematicians jump through hoops for me , but you must realize they enjoy it too. Torturous and painstaking as it might be they love pursuing me . Hell , they consider other women like reality beneath their intelligence . So truth be told I have to be like I am if they are to like me . You do know men only find women who're hard to get appealing . If a girl swoons over them , they just won't think her worthy or only settle for her when they have lost all ambition. So I tease them, make my twin sister false dress up as me and lead them down wrong roads and then leave them there in utter misery. For mathematicians this is all part fo the thrill they get trying to win me over. When mathematician's do indeed lose the vigour to play my games, they fill classrooms full of people and try to liken me to "philosophy ". Eww as if that bitch could ever be as beautiful as me. Speaking of which all of you must be convinced that I am this amazingly beautiful chick like Helen of Troy herself. The truth of the matter (no pun intended) is hardly any mathematician out there really knows how I look, but the whole lot of them are convinced I am the fairest thing on god's earth. In the Arabia they tell the story of Amir and Fatima , Amir sees Fatima in a burkha and he senses this feminity about her . Poor Amir is immediately struck with love and all through the story undergoes trials to win her over without ever seeing her face to face. Mathematician's are as romantic as that hopeless fool , they can't consider the possibility that at the end of the line Fatima could turn out to be ugly . Anyway enough chitter-chatter, time for me to get naughty again , give some young mathematicians a lil glimpse of me , give them that vision of glory they so thirst for and then take it away :D . And one last word of warning if you ever find yourself sitting all alone, wondering about something that's like really irrelevant , then it's my good scout curiosity setting in . And if you indulge her for too long, she'll get in touch with me and I'll zip in to play my tricks and infinite games ... UMMM, DELICIOUS.
Now that I have told you where I come from , let me tell you about my character . Mathematicians over the years have bled, died and gone mad to get to know my character. One thing about me is although I am the truth , I lie . I love to lie , deceive and be mischievous , and those mathematicians can't help playing this game of hide and seek with me . Reality although she is famous and all , in the end of the day she is pretty straightforward . I am much more mysterious and interesting , you see I am the ultimate femme fatale , I can absolutely drive you mad and ruin you. To illustrate realities shortcomings let me give you an example . One of my favourite mischief is what is called conditional truth . Like " If gravity acted in the opposite direction man would fly !!" , for reality gravity doesn't act in the opposite direction and she is done , me I play games at levels far beyond what reality can imagine or dream.
You might think I am a real wicked person making all those mathematicians jump through hoops for me , but you must realize they enjoy it too. Torturous and painstaking as it might be they love pursuing me . Hell , they consider other women like reality beneath their intelligence . So truth be told I have to be like I am if they are to like me . You do know men only find women who're hard to get appealing . If a girl swoons over them , they just won't think her worthy or only settle for her when they have lost all ambition. So I tease them, make my twin sister false dress up as me and lead them down wrong roads and then leave them there in utter misery. For mathematicians this is all part fo the thrill they get trying to win me over. When mathematician's do indeed lose the vigour to play my games, they fill classrooms full of people and try to liken me to "philosophy ". Eww as if that bitch could ever be as beautiful as me. Speaking of which all of you must be convinced that I am this amazingly beautiful chick like Helen of Troy herself. The truth of the matter (no pun intended) is hardly any mathematician out there really knows how I look, but the whole lot of them are convinced I am the fairest thing on god's earth. In the Arabia they tell the story of Amir and Fatima , Amir sees Fatima in a burkha and he senses this feminity about her . Poor Amir is immediately struck with love and all through the story undergoes trials to win her over without ever seeing her face to face. Mathematician's are as romantic as that hopeless fool , they can't consider the possibility that at the end of the line Fatima could turn out to be ugly . Anyway enough chitter-chatter, time for me to get naughty again , give some young mathematicians a lil glimpse of me , give them that vision of glory they so thirst for and then take it away :D . And one last word of warning if you ever find yourself sitting all alone, wondering about something that's like really irrelevant , then it's my good scout curiosity setting in . And if you indulge her for too long, she'll get in touch with me and I'll zip in to play my tricks and infinite games ... UMMM, DELICIOUS.
