A numeric tale

[Boof-head]

By way of introduction, I composed this (somewhat autobiographical) ditty.

What can I say? I'm a boof-head:

 

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The Acolyte

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You enter the grounds of the University of Tautology early, there are some few others wandering around the campus, but you meet no-one on your way to the Great Hall.

You ascend the steps iteratively, and pass through the twin Arches of Duality, then on into the vaulted interior.

The floor of the Great Hall's portico is a vast Penrose-tiling, each tile with a colour that approximates its closest neighbours, yet preserves a contrast with them, so that as you look upon any, its hue is the centre of an extended colour-map projected outwards from the one perceived. The effect is disorienting this early in the day, and you hurriedly look up at the distant ceiling.

Passing down a side corridor after some time, above which the words: "DICATUR IN PRIMUS" are carved into great stone facades, you walk with a determined pace, and try to control your thoughts and breathing, assuming the appropriate mental state.

 

You eventually reach an ordinary simple wooden door, set in the side of the corridor, which has no other adornment or even a simple lintel.

You knock once, then again twice, and stand awaiting affirmation from within.

 

"Enter", a voice booms lowly, the sound seems to crackle and fizz somewhat, as if from an ancient electromagnetic speaker.

You open the door, and walk inside.

 

You are in a small room, with a single rough wooden stool placed at its centre.

You approach it and sit dutifully.

 

"Speak, my son"; the voice appears again, and you quickly rouse your thoughts.

"I have travailed much, for many years, and it has been this long, since last I constructed a prime, Indicator."

 

"It is well, nonetheless. You are aware that Primus is The First, and only true number?"

You sigh quietly, the Indicator must, of course, interrogate your grasp of Doctrine.

"Yes, Indicator."

 

"And, that the number of our experience, which The First allows, is three, which also is Second among the Prime Indicators?"

"Indeed, I am aware."

 

"Then, amongst the further primes, Primus increases yet also divides all Indicators; the true number of our experience is three, equal to and then taken as, the Second, which is nine; Primus adds to this as the number we seek: that which is all we see; although is as the Third decreased by Primus itself, and equal to the Second increased: the number of our primary experience, though it is truly one less?"

"I have indeed understood this to be the case, Indicator."

 

"Then, increasing the true number which is ten, by Primus, so allows the Fifth Indicator, eleven, by which we may understand the true numeric structure of our experience. Thus, Primus rules all numbering in that experience?"

"I have not understood this completely, though my understanding approaches it. I seek to construct the only universal prime, and request blessing in this endeavour."

 

"You may have blessings. But you are aware, surely, that no such universal Indicator exists? Primus is the only universal Indicator, and is not prime, but primary?"

You pause, and gather yourself. You try to put aside any expectation.

"Nonetheless, I seek it, Indicator."

 

"Then it is well.

Primus guide you, my son."

 

The room falls silent, you stand and adjust your robe, focusing your thoughts on the Indicator's lingering words.

You step through the door, and walk along the corridor, iteratively retracing your steps back towards the great portal of the Main Entrance.

 

'boof'

 

Actually, I'm an IS grad from NZ. Several years in the industry and sort-of retired. I want to explore computational models of the universe, and I've recently updated my grasp of QM, with an online QIS course or two.

I think QIS is the 'easy' way to understand QM, since it isn't about understanding years worth of study and books, it's about making circuits that work.

Informational analysis, a la Shannon, is kind of universal, since information is too.

[pamela]

hello boof-head,

welcome!!

what a great intro, I look forward to your posts:)

[Pyrotex]

Interesting little story, a metaphor, as it were, for that which has not yet been revealed.

Welcome to Hypography.

[freeztar]

Welcome! :)

 

I look forward to your posts, Boof!

[Boof-head]

Just an endnote: here in Godzone, a "boof-head" is someone who plays rugby, eats meat pies and drinks beer and watches rugby for relaxation, also who boofs their missus, and anyone who doesn't play rugby.

 

Me, I've never played rugger, although our national team plays pretty well (at times). I gave up drinking about a decade ago too.

Hence the moniker:as far as any boof-head is concerned, I must be a boof-head.

[Pyrotex]

So exactly where is this "Godzone"? Or what is it?

I hope it's not a "license to spread the Good Word", because Hypography is a preach-free zone.

Hello... :eek2:

I'm one of the enforcers.

Pleased to meet you.

[Boof-head]

I'm from NZ, (see above), Kiwiland = Godzone = Middle Earth the land of hobbits and boof-heads who play rugger.

 

I believe the term was coined because of a line in our national anthem: "God defend New Zealand"... etc.

[Pyrotex]

I'm from NZ, (see above), Kiwiland = Godzone = Middle Earth the land of hobbits and boof-heads who play rugger.

...

LOL :)

 

That's great! I am absolutely thrilled to have a boof-head on board.

 

If we have a Maori uprising in one of our threads, you'll be given the official Hypography

halberd and given the honor of leading the first charge. :doh:

[Boof-head]

Might need to stock up on meat pies, though.

 

And lots of DB and Lion Red (none of that poofter wine stuff, Maori don't like it, but quelling the insurrection will be a simple matter of cracking a few tops, instead of heads).