A solution of a simplified version of an equation that does not satisfy the original equation. A friend of mine recently conferred the sentiment that life is not as black as white as mathematics. Agreeable in many ways, life can be perceived in an abstract manner with the heavy amounts of subject matter we are presented with each day. Transcendental views of life manifested itself in human expressions: Arts, Philosophy, Theology, etc. Abstruse understandings that are personal and even more subjective to people. Enlightened thinkers then began to look at the world objectively, at the salt a man and his life is made of. The Babylonians who gave us the ability to perceive time, Euclid's Fundamental Theorem of Arithmetic, Newton's explanation of gravity, and every other mathematician that has given us a dependable hold on life. It is foolish to see any of this as separating the black from white, one should see it more as the blueprints of life. Is it then so weird to use that as a philosophy, an art or even to take it as far as a religion? Have you ever felt like your life is an unanswered question, or that you are nothing more than a variable in a certain space of time? Today I am an extraneous solution and feel a bit happier that I have an answer, even if it's not the one needed.
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