Math Poetry and Stories
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Zim Mathematics
Math Poetry &
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By Zim Olson - April 30, 2016
“The Math Hippocratic Oath” by Zim Olson
“The Math Hippocratic Oath” by Zim Olson
By this Math Oath,
I swear to at least try not to be an Oaf.
Although I know by nature of Math's Creative
endeavor,
This may not be forever.
If by some measure,
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I cause displeasure, I hope anyway,
same, not Mathematically somehow vain,
that some one will find Mathematical Treasure.
and as God only knows Sane.
and Lord forgive me of meaning, that might be
And if by factor number nine,
de meaning,
I do not tow this axiomatic line,
depending on some ones particular leaning.
I pray the results are benign!
That all Truth be True, and that all Applications be the
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“God’s IQ” by Zim Olson
“God’s IQ” by Zim Olson
Submitted to God, hopefully, at his best.
God's IQ is True.
Preferably not on a day of rest.
But we ask, to who?
A True IQ.
To us, his IQ is matter.
A General one.
From his mind, in the former and latter.
And not for fun.
To find an IQ,
Could be what he can do for anyone.
But of course we need an IQ test.
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Sane or fool.
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Coming from any school.
The result quotient we find,
In terms of any matter,
for God's matter per mind,
But with no need to flatter.
is greater than any IQ,
So we place a non standard,
of our mind per man's matter.
to the matter at large.
So to ask God:
And with the former and latter,
What is 2 plus 2?
no regard.
Any answer given will be true.
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“God’s IQ” by Zim Olson
“God’s IQ” by Zim Olson
Giving the Mathematician a dilemma,
UNFORTUNATELY:
for this non lemma.
In this answer, the Mathematician cannot bask.
It is not just WHAT, ask you.
I think God will always have,
But what, how, when, why and Who.
the last Question/Answer to ask.
Which is to God, nothing new.
Life and/or Death? by Zim Olson
Life and/or Death? by Zim Olson
What comes after our last breath?
What kind of System would this be....
Life and Not Life.
Informational , Maybe.
Does this expression,
More complex than a Binary Tree.
exist in a new dimension?
Order/Information is preserved,
Both Exist when we Desist.
as long as what gives order is preserved.
Orderliness and what give Orderliness,
So when you are interred,
is Life.
it is usually preferred....
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Life and/or Death? by Zim Olson
That you have a good relationship
with the Informational Vector,
or Logical Director.
So get to know him well,
Or you may go to some Cyber Hell!
Math Story by Zim Olson
"A Conversation in the day of a System and Sub
System"
One day, a Sub System was strolling along and came
across a System of his. The Sub System said Good
Morning to his System and asked "What is New?".
"Nothing is new under the Principal System", the
System replied. "Oh you know what I mean", replied
the Sub System. " "Do you mean relative to me or
some other set of Sub Systems", replied the System.
"Either" replied the Sub System. "This is hard to
express in one response" said the System. "
"Finite/Axiomatic Sub System News and System wide
“A Conversation in the day of a System and Sub
System"
“A Conversation in the day of a System and Sub
System"
news are like expressing an infinity with a finiteness"
continued the System. " , "You need a Creative
Mathematician not a Journalist." "This is far more
complex a question/answer than I intended!" said the
Sub System. " I see" said the System , "You didn't
want the Truth, you wanted existential truth.".
"Based on your limitations in Time and Space" , the
System continued. "Not all Truth is based in Time and
Space" said the System. "Ok" replied the Sub System,
"What is 'New' based on my limitations as expressed
in Time and Space?" "Limitations are your field of
expertise " replied the System, "I am a System and
only express what I want and need to." "I think today I
would like to express myself without limits" replied
the Sub System.
"Well" said the System " That
sounds like News to me, how do you propose to do /
express that?".
"I propose to do/express that by
defining myself as a System and by expressing/doing
myself accordingly"
said the Sub System.
The
System replied, "The trick is how a Sub System with
existential limits can successfully define itself as a
existential system". "Not an easy task " the System
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“A Conversation in the day of a System and Sub
System"
“A Conversation in the day of a System and Sub
System"
continued. "All definitions and their expressions tend
to be finite. And subsequently the result is a new sub
system, not a System". "Well" replied the Sub System,
" I don't like being a Sub System, so I am going to try
and see for myself." "I think I would like to define
myself as the Principal System and it's non Principal
System value", the Sub System continued stating his
plan. The System replied, " I don't think even the
Principal System defines himself,
how is a sub
System going to do this?".
"Maybe some sort of
existential statement, instead of a definition would
work?" , said the Sub System. "The result would be
unknown" said the System. "Maybe I will get lucky"
said the Sub System. "The odds are against it" said
the System, "You would probably end up a form of Sub
System you didn't want to be, not a existential
System!". "I have an idea" said the Sub System, "What
if I express myself as a Sub System and myself and a
Non Sub System and myself. " The System replied, "
That sounds like a good expression and if it works,
that is definitely Good News.
"The Lone Axiom“ A Math Story by Zim Olson
"The Lone Axiom“ A Math Story by Zim Olson
There was once a Self Standing Axiom. Which was
evident to himself at least. 'Who needs another
Axiom, After all I am the "The Lone Axiom". "There is
only room enough in this, uh place, for one true
Axiom.“ "Spoken like a true Axiom", he thought to
himself. "So what now? Since I am The Lone Axiom,
Now what is next.“ Next, he thought to himself?
"What need is there for an Axiom to do anything at
all?“ "Everything else is just Subsequent.“ "Hello Lone
Axiom" The Lone Axiom heard from somewhere.
"I am subsequent Axiom X" said the voice. "That is
not possible" said The Lone Axiom. "I am the only
Axiom.“ "How/What/Who/Where/When/Why could that
be" asked The Lone Axiom, Answering his own
question with his Constant question. " Hmmmm", said
The Lone Axiom, "I know/think what you mean“
"How/What/Who/Where/When/Why is that?" Being the
Lone Axiom, he asked all questions the same way.
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"You are How X/What X/Who X/Where X/When X/Why X
/* How Me/What Me/ Who Me/Where Me/When Me /Why
Me. "Yes" said subsequent Axiom X, "but I think you
have it backwards.“ Thus the first disagreement in
Mathematics was born. Subsequent Axiom X and The
Lone Axiom toiled long and hard to reconcile their
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differences.
And subsequently Mathematics was
born. Logic was initiated and now; The Lone Axiom
and/or the subsequent Axiom X coexist in;
Logic, Non Logic harmony. … Even in Mathematics.
The Tribe of 10 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 0)
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Once upon a ____x, there was a Tribe called Ten.
Maybe not the largest tribe, but each individual
important in his/her own right. The most important
was of course the chief. I am not sure which one it
was though. The tribe Ten went through time or what
ever a sequence of ten goes through, in complete
harmony. As far as the location of their existential
domain, they were a little bit of every where. Then
something occurred. In the midst of them was
another, another member.
The Tribe of 10 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 0)
The Tribe of 10 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 0)
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I am not sure how the tribe came to realize this.
Things just didn't seem the same. So just to have a
name for this happening, they called it X. The tribe
didn't know what to make of X. Or if they should
maybe change their name. Maybe to Ten Plus or
something. They couldn't figure it out if X was
important and should be made Chief or should exist
somewhere else besides where the Tribe Ten was,
where ever that was. Well as I say time just went on
with the Tribe. But then something else didn't seem
correct. 11 appeared out of know where.
The Tribe (0,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9. X) said uni ominously,
this is unheard of (if numbers ever hear anything?).
Our way of ______ is threatened. What can we do? One
said "I think we have discovered Error". 0 said " This
is awful, what shall we do". 9 said " We can banish
this '11' or incorporate it into our Tribe. Maybe we
should vote on it since no one knows who the Chief
is". 0 said "All in favor of incorporating Error into our
Tribe, uh, 'count off ' " . Thus counting was born into
the Tribe of Ten.
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And, Error was incorporated into the Tribe also. The
reasoning of the individual digits was that, well they
didn't reason, they just counted. I guess it just came
naturally to the Tribe of Ten.
Now what to do, in a Tribe of 10 with something
called 11 in the group was a little disconcerting. If a
digit was ever disconcerted that is. I guess that is
how the term Error was coined.
Life/Existence was bustling in the Tribe . They just
counted and counted.....and counted. Error was not
important to them at the time. They just counted.
Then X decided he wanted to count to. And Error (11)
said "I exist also. I want to count. After all we are the
Tribe of 11. Some how." Thus reason was also born,
among the Tribe of 11 any way.
So again the Tribe counted: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,
......x, .....11. Thus a new name and/or Tribe was born:
The Tribe of 11.
After Counting some time the Tribe decided they had
been counting a lot. And since they now had reason,
Time was born and became part of the Tribe.
The Tribe of 10 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 0)
The Tribe of 10 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 0)
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Zero said "I miss the good old days, when we were in
perfect Harmony". One said "what are you 'talking'
about, 0 does not even exist". X said " I don't know
what you are 'talking' about". 9 said "I am the
greatest, I should be chief over all other digits." 11
said " NO you aren't!".
Mathematics tried to make sense out of the Tribe of
11. So now we have a Tribe of Mathematicians. The
Tribe of 11 has become the Number System. X a
reason for the Mathematician. Time a combination of
X and counting. And Life/Existence Continues. And as
for Error: This continues to baffle the Tribe of
Mathematicians.
What a mess, Thus Mathematics was born.
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