Closing my eyes, I awake to see hot and cold running ions streaking through the glowing peach and swirling green skies of my fractalized mind. They radiate mesmerizing cosmic images of pain and joy across my screaming human existence, a dream only, but it is mine.
I miss the love of my mysterious comrades that have retreated into soundless recesses of a cerebral paradise. There you will observe only abstract functions and die-hard mathematical integralized fruitions subsiding, living to see the sun rising daily over Cairn's rolling meadows.
Breaking the laws of physics when-ever we chose, chiseling in stone a reality that suits us better day-by-day, we dive headlong into the obliqueness of obscured truth. Our minds, like the universe's, whether or open or closed depending on how you look at them, are inaccessible regions to the hostile, ignorant masses. They are open only to the humble and brilliant few, who boldly dare to stride into the pitch black unknown without fear. Still alive despite it all, the glorious initiates of time and space, who take an interest in crafting logic out of randomness, frolic aimlessly through green fields of intellectual tall-grass, leap-frogging one another and changing places to make things interesting now and again.
Eyes open now, I see you there friend, glowing like a comforting ember in the fire of my heart. Now, if you are compelled, tell me a story please. I am a vapor absorbing your reality, listening, reflecting in changing shapes and colors, the resonating oscillations of your clever mind.
Go to Google Book Search, and seek out:
Critical point theory in global analysis and differential topology
to see Marston Morse's and Stewart Scott Cairns's fascinating work, briefly alluded to in my blog. The link doesn't seem to work in the AD blog, so I deleted it. Sorry, but have a great day anyway!