A poem from the Author:
Who am i, you ask? Allow me to take off this mask.
√(-1) that is the answer—plain. when you consider the complex plane.
The square root of -1, a number in between,
√(-1). The question, the equation of me, I sought in vain,
I stand at the crossroads of the real and the dream,
I am the square root of negative one.
not minus, I am not less, I am not a subtraction,
Positive or negative, i is easily forgot.
i is the sqrt (-1),
nothing reduced or taken away, less than nothing yet not a fraction.
Both positive and negative, both real and not,
Your question is an equation,
the answer is complex, on a complex plane,
to understand, use your imagination
Like me, though sane, it seems insane,
The square root of -1, an enigma, a mystery,
I am the square root of negative one, it’s true,
in the complex plane’s inception, mathematical history!
In the world of i, imaginary, dreams come through,
In this mathematical verse, a secret I conceal.
Imaginary, they call it, but don’t you see,
I am the square root of -1, at the root, the unreal made real.
I am i, in mathematical symbolism, and i is me.
So when you ask who am i,
Well i is the sqrt of -1
and i being I
This means I am the sqrt (-1)
It is who I am and how I feel.
An imaginary number on the complex plane
like me the unreal made real.
After all—is it not all a complex game?
In the Higher Center of Learning.
Mathematical love anagram
Mathematical LOVE, “I Love Math! I, Ema Tici Tore – an Euclidean Educator
Principle of Uncertainty
In a dimly lit room, two friends engage,
Limmit, the poet, and Xyz, the inquisitive sage,
With math before them, a train on the line,
85 miles per hour, their thoughts intertwine.
They dive into numbers, equations unfold,
Their thoughts dance like stories, both daring and bold,
As the train races onward, through valleys and dales,
Limmit and Xyz, are both set to unveil.
Limmit, the dreamer, leans back in his chair,
“I don’t know about 85,” he says, with a flair,
“But if it raced at 85.57395, my dear friend,
it’d find in uncertainty, a strange end.”
Xyz, the pragmatist, raises an eyebrow high,
“Limmit, my friend, let’s not reach for the sky.
Heisenberg and trains, they’re an odd pair to me,
Let’s stick to the numbers and clear theory.”
Limmit, with a chuckle, adjusts his beret,
“Math is like poetry, it can often sway,
But here’s the equation, let’s give it a try,
To find where that train is as it rushes by.”
With calculations and laughter, the night marches on,
Two friends at the moment, their worries all gone,
In math and in poetry, they find common ground,
In the dialog of friendship, their solutions are found.
Mathematical Riddle Poem
Winning Racing Horses, Go Running. Jump Over. Falling Fast-Jumping. By Salie Davis
Racing * Horses. = Horses!
Horses, * Horses = Running,
Running * Horses, = Fast!
Fast * Horses = Racing Over,
Racing Over * Horses. = Go Horses!
Go! Horses, * Horses, = Over Running,
Over Running * Horses = Racing Horses Fast!
Racing Horses. Fast * Horses. = Horses Jump Over.
Horses Jump Over! * Horses = Jump, Racing Horses
Jump, Racing Horses. * Horses = Racing, Winning Horses, Running.
Racing! Winning! Horses Running, * Horses! = Horses Winning, Running Fast!
Horses Winning Running Fast, * Horses = Running, Winning, Jumping Over…
Running! Winning! Jumping Over, * Horses! = Fast Racing Jumping Horses!
Fast Racing Jumping Horses, * Horses = Racing Over. Go Fast! Running,
Racing Over, Go! Fast Running * Horses = Go! Horses Falling… Over Fast.
This Mathematical riddle poem was born both literary and numerical. Each word represents a number, 0 through 9 and the pattern is repeated until all numbers appear at least once.
When solving the mathematical aspect the formula is,
word(s) representing (a) number(s) * word(s) representing (a) number(s) = word(s) representing
(a) number(s)
All punctuation is ignored.
When reading the poem, ignore the multiplication symbol and the equals sign.
The solution is an algorithm of doubling.
1 X 2 = 2, 2 X 2 = 4, 4 X 2 = 8, 8 X 2 = 16, 16 X 2 = 32, 32 X 2 = 64, 64 X 2 = 128, 128 X 2 = 256, 256 X 2 = 512, 512 X 2 = 1024, 1024 X 2 = 2048, 2048 X 2 = 4096, 4096 X 2 = 8192, 8192 X 2 = 16384, 16384 X 2 = 32768
A conversation between friends
Xyz: So do you like her?
Limmit: I don’t know I have only been to her class once.
Xyz: So I have only been there three times.
Limmit: Well that is 3 times more than me.
Xyz: no that is only two times more than you.
Limmit: You are wrong, 3X1=3
Xyz: Oh maannn, your right.
A Mathematical concept:
Galileo Galilei observed natural phenomena from the swinging of pendulums to the moons orbiting Jupiter. By drawing logical conclusions to demonstrate that rules could be used to predict and explain natural phenomena that had long seemed mysterious or magical.
A letter written but never sent:
Dear professor,
In the quiet of the night, beneath celestial skies,
Galileo’s inquisitive spirit would rise.
From pendulum’s swing to the moons up above,
He sought answers to mysteries with a heart full of love.
In the hallowed halls of knowledge’s embrace,
I’ve found a guiding star in your scholarly grace.
Like Galileo, you’ve shown me the way,
From pendulums’ swing to the moons’ display.
With a telescope, his gaze pierced the cosmic veil,
Revealing secrets that no others could unveil.
Jupiter’s moons, in elegant dance they did spin,
Proof that the heavens held a world within.
Your wisdom, a telescope, unveiling the truth,
From the simplest laws to the mysteries of youth.
In your lectures, I’ve found a cosmic ballet,
Explaining life’s wonders in a logical array.
In the face of the unknown, he dared to tread,
And with reason and logic, his path he’d spread.
For nature’s wonders, once deemed magical and obscure,
He found the rules that made their beauty pure.
With every observation, you’ve unveiled the sublime,
In the complex rhythms of the universe’s rhyme.
As you draw logical conclusions, like Galileo of old,
You’ve turned magic into science, our hearts you’ve consoled.
With each observation, he peeled back the shroud,
In the realm of science, he stood tall and proud.
A champion of reason, with a curious mind,
In his quest for truth, no answers confined.
Your knowledge, a beacon, like Jupiter’s moons in the night,
Guiding me through darkness, with a steady light.
I’ve marveled at your wisdom, just like a star,
And found answers in your lessons, near and far.
Like Galileo’s quest, you’ve kindled my fire,
To seek understanding, to reach ever higher.
In your classroom, I’ve learned to explore,
The boundless realms of love, forevermore.
In the footsteps of Galileo, we still aspire,
To reach for the stars, to climb higher and higher.
For he showed us that knowledge, through inquiry’s art,
Could unveil the magic that lies at the heart.
He demonstrated that rules, like a guiding star,
Could unlock the secrets from near and afar.
Mysterious forces, now understood and plain,
No longer mystic, but in scientific terrain.
So, dear professor, this student’s heart is yours to keep,
In your lessons, I’ve found love’s treasures so deep.
With logical conclusions, you’ve made love’s art,
Turning the magical into the science of the heart.
Mathematical concepts:
Often hobbyists, not scientists, have made great discoveries in science and mathematics.
Laws and principles express relationships between physical quantities.
Physics is a physical science. Physics is not easy to define.
“If you ask a dozen physicists to define physics, no two answers will be alike” physicist Richard Feynman. Richard Feynman was known for his humor and unique perspective on physics, and this quote reflects his belief that physics can be viewed from various angles and described in different ways depending on one’s perspective and focus within the field.
A private poem:
The concepts of love, like mathematics, we explore,
Where hearts and minds, a deep connection implore.
Often hobbyists, like poets, not scientists, find the way,
To great discoveries, in love’s radiant array.
Laws and principles express affection’s ties,
Between souls, where passion and desires arise.
In the equations of love, we find the dance,
Of two hearts entwined in a sweet romance.
Physics, like love, is not easy to define,
It’s a force that transcends, a feeling so divine.
In the laboratory of the heart, we’re all inclined,
To seek the truths of love, in our own unique design.
“If you ask a dozen physicists,” they say,
To define their science in their own special way,
“No two answers will be alike,” Feynman spoke,
Just like love, which can’t be confined or yoked.
In love, we find a universe so vast,
A complex equation, where emotions amass.
From every angle, love’s beauty is seen,
In the eyes of the lover, it’s serene.
So, love, like physics, is a boundless art,
Exploring connections that warm the heart.
No single definition can capture its grace,
It’s a mystery to unravel, in an endless embrace.
A Mathematical concept:
The formula for calculating the gravitational force (Fg) between two objects is given by:
Fg = (G * m1 * m2) / (d^2)
Where:
- Fg is the gravitational force between the two objects in newtons (N).
- G is the gravitational constant, approximately equal to 6.67430 × 10^(-11) N(m/kg)^2.
- m1 and m2 are the masses of the two objects in kilograms (kg).
- d is the distance between the centers of the two objects in meters (m).
This formula, known as Newton’s law of universal gravitation, describes how the force of gravity between two objects depends on their masses and the distance between them. It is a fundamental concept in physics and is used to explain and predict the behavior of gravitational interactions in the universe.
The Gravitation force of Love: a private poem
In the universe of love, a force so profound,
As the formula of gravity we employ,
It binds two hearts, in passion they’re bound.
To describe the pull of our boundless joy.
Fg, our love’s force, a mystical sensation,
G, our constant, unwavering and true,
Draws us close, a celestial creation.
The strength of our love, forever we’ll pursue.
m1 and m2, we are, entwined and aligned,
Our masses, our essence, in love’s sweet embrace,
Two souls, two hearts, by love we’re defined.
Together we form, a perfect, harmonious space.
d, the distance between, in meters we measure,
As we draw near, in each other’s arms,
but our love knows no bounds, a boundless treasure.
Our love defies distance, it casts no harms.
The gravitational force of love, so divine,
In the equation of us, we find love’s sweet design,
A bond unbreakable, our hearts intertwine.
Two souls in unity, forever to entwine.
The laws of the universe may be far and wide,
As we orbit each other in this cosmic dance,
with the force of our love, nothing can hide.
Our love’s gravitational pull, a sweet romance.
With you, my love, I’m forever bound,
Through the masses and distance, we’ll always be,
In the gravitational force of love, we’re found.
In the equation of love, you and me.
A mathematical concept:
A Prime number is a natural number- Prime like a flower in its period of greatest prosperity or productivity. The time of maturity when power and vigor are greatest. A Prime number is a number that has no factor but itself and 1.
A private poem:
A prime number, like a flower in its prime,
In moments of prosperity, stands the test of time.
Matured, with power and vigor at its side,
A number that is unique, in whom we confide.
It’s a number untouched, by factors but one,
In its solitude, it shines like the sun.
You are my prime, and I, your constant one,
Together we’re a journey, forever to be spun.
Though you, the prime, are greater, it’s true,
I, the unit, hold significance in what I do.
The building block of numbers, for sure,
In the realm of integers, I’m the very core.
An identity, a symbol, in this mathematical dance,
In Peano’s axioms, I find my stance a chance.
Axiomatic, I merit my own existence’s worth,
In the world of numbers, from my humble birth.
As we entwine, you the prime, I the one,
Together we’re complete, our journey begun.
In the liminal space where love and math entwine,
We’re a prime pair, a union, forever to define.
Found in the notebook:
Fibonacci Poem:
One,
One,
Then two.
Then it’s three.
Five syllables Yah!
A Fibonacci poem for me!
The Lesson: What are Limits in Calculus?
In calculus, a limit is a fundamental concept used to describe the behavior of a function as it gets closer to a particular point or approaches infinity. Limits are essential for understanding the continuity and the instantaneous rate of change of functions. They are typically denoted using limit notation, and they provide a rigorous way to express and analyze the behavior of functions as they approach specific values or go to infinity.
The general form of a limit is expressed as follows:
lim(x → a) f(x) = L
In this expression:
- “lim(x → a)” denotes the limit as the variable x approaches a particular value, which is often denoted as “a.”
- “f(x)” is the function for which you want to find the limit.
- “L” represents the value that the function approaches as x gets closer and closer to “a.”
There are several common types of limits:
- Limits at a Point: These limits involve finding the value that a function approaches as x approaches a specific point. For example, you might find the limit of a function as x approaches a particular value, such as lim(x → 2) f(x).
- Limits at Infinity: These limits involve determining the behavior of a function as x approaches positive or negative infinity. For example, you might find the limit as x approaches positive infinity, which is denoted as lim(x → ∞) f(x).
- One-Sided Limits: In some cases, it’s important to consider the behavior of a function from one side of a point. You might find the limit as x approaches a from the left (denoted as lim(x → a-) f(x)) or from the right (denoted as lim(x → a+) f(x)).
Limits are crucial for defining concepts such as continuity, derivatives, and integrals in calculus. They provide the foundation for more advanced calculus topics and allow mathematicians to precisely describe the behavior of functions in various mathematical and real-world situations.
Submitted homework in the notebook:
infinity * x = x * infinity = infinity for x>0 infinity * x = x * infinity = -infinity for x<0
Feedback from the Professor:
It seems you are attempting to discuss the behavior of expressions involving infinity and real numbers. However, I’d like to clarify that these statements do not fully align with standard mathematical conventions. In standard mathematics:
- Infinity is not a real number, and you cannot perform arithmetic operations with it as you would with real numbers. So, expressions like “infinity * x” and “x * infinity” are not typically used in mathematical equations.
- When dealing with limits in calculus or real analysis, expressions involving infinity are often used to describe the behavior of functions as they approach infinity or negative infinity. In such cases, it’s essential to use limit notation to express these concepts properly. For example, “lim(x -> ∞) x” indicates that the limit of x as x approaches infinity is indeed infinity.
- Infinity itself is not usually multiplied or added to real numbers to yield infinity or negative infinity. Instead, the behavior of mathematical functions and limits is described more precisely.
Your statements seem to be based on a kind of informal reasoning, which may have practical uses in some contexts but may not align with the way mathematicians typically approach these concepts. When working with limits involving infinity, it’s essential to use the correct limit notation and follow mathematical conventions for rigor and accuracy.
Math notes turned in:
Lim (Limit in Calculus) x approaches infinity 0*x=0 0* infinity = undefined or indeterminate forms. = does not exist? You can not multiply an undefined number. Anything multiplied by 0=0 indeterminant is impossible to solve. Proof: 0*undefined = -1 nullify error (E) something is undefined if it has no meaningful results. Nan=infinity
Reply from the professor:
In calculus, when we consider limits, we approach mathematical concepts that help us understand the behavior of functions as they approach certain values. Your statement that “0 * infinity = undefined or indeterminate forms” is generally accurate in this context. When you encounter expressions like 0 * infinity, it often leads to indeterminate forms, which means we cannot immediately determine a unique limit value from such an expression.
However, the statement “0 * undefined = -1” is not accurate within standard mathematical conventions. Undefined expressions, such as 0 times an undefined value, typically remain undefined in mathematics. They do not yield a numerical result like -1.
When dealing with indeterminate forms, additional mathematical techniques may be used to determine the limit value in certain cases. But it’s important to note that the term “undefined” implies that there is no meaningful result or numerical value that can be assigned to the expression in its current form.
In mathematical rigor, we do not typically assign numerical values to undefined or indeterminate expressions, and they remain as such until further analysis is performed using appropriate mathematical methods.
Infinity is not the same as “NaN” (Not-a-Number) in mathematics and computing. They are distinct concepts.
Infinity (∞) represents an unbounded, limitless value. It’s often used to describe the idea that something can grow or approach an unending or infinitely large value. In calculus, for example, “∞” can indicate that a function grows without bound as a variable approaches positive or negative infinity.
NaN, on the other hand, is a special value used in computing and mathematics to represent undefined or unrepresentable values. It typically occurs in the context of operations or calculations that don’t have a meaningful result, such as dividing zero by zero or taking the square root of a negative number.
In programming, NaN is often used to indicate an error or exceptional condition when a numeric operation doesn’t produce a valid numerical result.
So, in summary, infinity and NaN are different concepts, with infinity representing an unbounded value, and NaN representing an undefined or unrepresentable value.
A Private poem in the back of the notebook:
My name is Limmit, like the limit of x, as it soars above,
“lim(x -> ∞) x,” an equation so profound,
Infinity’s embrace in our love is found.
Our love, too, knows no bounds, limitless, it is an endless love.
As x reaches for the stars, towards infinity, beyond the skies,
Our love, like x, grows without an end,
A bond that nothing can ever suspend.
In your arms, of unrepresentable value, I find my infinite prize.
In the infinity of our hearts’, NaN- undefined, a sweet dance,
As x approaches infinity, forever to be,
In your love’s embrace, I’m wholly free.
Love’s limit, Limmit’s love, you see, is a limitless romance.
A love without bounds, positive with, negative without you.
Just like the limit of x, as it soars above,
Our love, too, knows no bounds, an endless love.
Together, forever, in me find your meaningful. A love so true.
The sketch found at the bottom of Limmit’s quiz
The ultimate equation
The response from Dr. Figger
The expression 0 times infinity is an indeterminate form in mathematics, and its value cannot be determined by algebraic manipulation alone. It is not a well-defined mathematical expression, and its result depends on the specific context in which it is being used. Depending on the context, 0 x infinity may approach zero, approach infinity, approach any other real number or infinity, or it may not be defined at all. Therefore, it is not accurate to state a single value for 0 x infinity without further clarification of the specific context in which it appears.
The Ultimate Equation
In the world of symbols and signs,
Where math and language intertwine,
There’s an equation that’s undefined,
A concept that’s hard to define.
Zero times infinity,
Is a puzzle to see,
A mystery to unravel,
A paradox to grapple.
But in the realm of emotions,
Where love and passion are in motion,
There’s a symbol of pure devotion,
That represents a deep connection.
O is for hugs, warm and tight,
X is for kisses, sweet and bright,
Together they form a delight,
A love that shines like the light.
So while math may puzzle and confound,
And symbols may have meanings profound,
In the language of the heart, love is found,
Where OX infinity equals heart, unbound.
The above image is an inworld installation 3d virtual art piece for the poet and the mathematician, a love story o x ∞ = ♥
In Math Class, The Fib
Oh!
No!
Take pity?
My head hurts.
Math is just numbers.
They are not for lovers of words.
The numbers, the theories, the patterns, and shapes I spurn!
What possible interest could I have to dabble in theories of prime and perfect?
Limmit Writes a poem for his friend
“No! Take pity?” you say with a sigh,
Your head hurts, you cannot deny,
The numbers, the theories, the math you spurn,
For words, for love, your heart does yearn.
But why not give math a chance,
To explore the world of numbers, to dance,
With prime and perfect, to uncover,
A world of beauty, a world to discover.
For in math, there’s a language unique,
A way to express, a way to speak,
A world of patterns, of shapes and forms,
A world that can weather any storms.
And as for words, they have their place,
In math, in life, in any space,
For numbers and words, they intertwine,
To create a world that’s truly divine.
So let your heart and mind unite,
Embrace the numbers, let them take flight,
And as you learn, as you grow,
You’ll find a world that will truly glow.
The above image is an inworld installation 3d virtual art piece for the poet and the mathematician, a love story o x ∞ = ♥
A poem about the Professor:
Nan Finneti Figger
NaN, a symbol of mystery and doubt,
A mathematical enigma we must figure out,
Not a number, yet it represents,
An undefined quantity, an unknown extent.
Fínnəti, a word with infinite sound,
Echoes of eternity, forever unbound,
Infinite possibilities, limitless space,
A concept we struggle to embrace.
And then there’s Fíggər, a name that rings,
Of figures, sums, and mathematical things,
Perhaps a lineage of numerical wits,
Whose legacy in math still exists.
In this world of numbers and equations,
We seek to find meaning and explanations,
And though it may seem daunting and tough,
We strive to understand and find our own path.
I long to embrace NaN, Fínnəti, Fíggər,
And all the mathematical concepts that trigger,
Our curiosity and our thirst for knowledge,
Guiding us towards wisdom and greater courage.
A word from the Narrator
A college freshman from a faraway land,
Indonesia, or was it Malaysia, his heart and mind expand,
Studying literature words his greatest love,
But fate had other plans, the stars above.
Infatuated with his math professor,
He changed his path, a new life pressure,
Mathematics, a world of logic and order,
is a subject he now embraces with ardor.
Life is symbolic, a philosophical art,
A tapestry of moments that touch the heart,
It’s illogical, magical, and mysterious,
Full of surprises, both joyous and serious.
The world around us, a canvas of creation,
Filled with beauty, wonder, and inspiration,
From the equations that explain the universe,
To the poems that capture the human condition’s diverse.
In this journey, we seek to understand,
The mysteries of life, the meaning of the grand,
And though the road may twist and turn,
We keep learning and growing, we help the fire burn.
So let the poet-turned-mathematician inspire,
With his passion and curiosity, his desire,
To explore the world of numbers and beyond,
And find the truth that lies behind the bond.
To create a world that’s truly divine.
Falling in Love with Math
1 NaN,
2 Doctor,
3 Professor…
4 What is a name?
5 In the class today,
6 I saw you far away.
7 Mathematician in her prime-
8 number by number, rhyme by rhyme,
9 This student never will be the same.
10 I am counting on you to teach me to
11 love mathematics as my poetry loves you.
A professional response
Mr. Karekter,
You may call me, Doctor or Professor Figger. If you are having trouble seeing the front of the lecture hall, please feel free to move to another seat. I am glad you see the methodology of math and are enjoying the course.
Professor Figger
Repyetashen Limmit Karekter
Reputation, a word of great renown,
A name that echoes, a voice profound,
Re-pyə-tā-shən, a sound that lingers,
A mark of one’s worth, a badge that glimmers.
Limmit, a word that sets a boundary,
A barrier that tests our tenacity,
A challenge to overcome, a hurdle to jump,
A lesson to learn, a journey to triumph.
And then there’s Kárrəktər, a word that speaks,
Of values, morals, and beliefs,
A notion that transcends any border,
A quality that makes us stronger.
In Malaysia, Indonesia, and beyond,
Karekter, Karakter, a word that bonds,
A universal trait that we all seek,
A foundation of humanity, a truth we keep.
In this world of diverse cultures,
We find the essence of our natures,
The things that make us who we are,
The things that shine, like a guiding star.
So let us hold our reputation dear,
Our limits, our character, and our virtues are clear,
And let our words and actions align.
As was written in Limmit’s notebook submitted as discussion homework:
Change of Variable
LIM/ X → 0 (1+X) =1 to X = 1/ℵ
From the Professor:
It seems like you’re interested in a change of variable from X → 0 in the expression (1 + X) to X = 1/ℵ, where ℵ represents infinity (a concept from set theory and transfinite numbers). Let’s break down this change of variable step by step.
Start with the expression (1 + X) as X → 0:
lim (X → 0) (1 + X) = 1
Introduce the variable ℵ to represent infinity:
X = 1/ℵ
Now, substitute this value for X into the expression (1 + X) and take the limit as ℵ goes to infinity (ℵ → ∞):
lim (ℵ → ∞) (1 + 1/ℵ)
As ℵ approaches infinity, 1/ℵ approaches 0, so the limit simplifies to:
1 + 0 = 1
So, the result of the limit as X → 0 (1 + X) using the change of variable X = 1/ℵ as ℵ → ∞ is 1. This demonstrates that the expression (1 + X) approaches 1 as X approaches 0, and this is consistent with the original limit you provided.
A poem written after class-
In the realm of limits, where numbers dance and sway,
A poetic expression, in a mathematical display.
Let me craft a love poem, with symbols to portray,
I exist, the beauty of a limit, as X finds its way.
As X approaches zero, in the calm of the night,
alone, (1+X) whispers softly, in the dimming light.
A tender equation, yet alone in its plight.
In the realm of infinity, where love takes flight.
X becomes 1 over ℵ, an infinite embrace,
As ℵ drifts towards the stars, in this boundless space.
A love that knows no bounds, a never-ending grace,
In the realm of numbers, our hearts find their place.
In the limit of our souls, where equations align,
(1+X) equals one, seeking a love so divine.
As X becomes 1 over ℵ, a love to redefine,
In the depths of forever, your heart is mine.
So let’s embrace this limit, with love’s sweet art,
For in mathematics and love, we find our heart.
As X becomes 1 over ℵ, a love that won’t depart,
In the boundless infinity, you are my counterpart.
Let us change the variable, find a new solution of devotion,
1 + 0 = 1, this equation cannot, alone, set hearts in motion.
I do not seek to disrupt the laws of mathematics, in my commotion,
A new equation… X+1=∞ , this variable better describes my emotion.
From the Professor:
X+1=∞
In the equation X + 1 = ∞, there isn’t a specific solution for X in the usual sense of algebraic equations. The symbol ∞ represents infinity, which is not a real number or a specific value. Instead, it denotes an unbounded, limitless quantity. In this context, the equation essentially means that X can be any real number, and no finite value of X will make the equation false.
So, you can say that X is any real number or simply that X approaches negative infinity as the result of the equation approaches negative infinity as well.
A poem from Limmit:
In the realm of love, equations bend and sway, As hearts entwine in a mystical array. X + 1 = ∞, the math may say it’s undefined, But in our love, a greater truth we’ll find.
I am X, and you, my dearest, are my +1, Together, we explore a love that’s never done. We journey towards infinity, hand in hand, In the boundless universe of love, we’ll stand.
Infinity in love, a truth we both hold dear, A value undefined, yet profoundly clear. No finite number can measure the love we share, It’s an unending journey, a treasure rare.
Love’s equation is simple, it’s always true, In the infinity of love, I’m complete with you. And though some argue numbers can’t define, Our love is boundless, forever, for all time.
For love is never negative when hearts entwine, It’s positive and radiant, a love so fine. In our infinity, it’s love we’ll always see, it’s only negative if you’re not here with me.
An equation written in the notebook:
1/0
The response by the professor:
The expression 1/0 is undefined in standard mathematics. Division by zero is not a valid operation because it leads to mathematical inconsistency. When you attempt to divide a number by zero, you are essentially asking how many times zero can fit into the number, which doesn’t make sense.
In mathematics, division by zero is considered undefined, and it’s important to avoid such operations as they can lead to errors and contradictions in mathematical calculations. When you encounter 1/0 or any division by zero in a mathematical context, it typically indicates an error or an undefined situation.
A poem written by Limmit:
In love’s embrace, I find my missing part, Without your love, I’m torn, my beating heart. Alone as one, like math’s divide by zero, Undefined, incomplete, lost in my sorrow’s flow.
Like numbers without meaning, left adrift, I yearn for your love, my heart uplift. For you’re the answer to my undefined plea, The variable in my life’s sweet mystery.
With you, the equation finds its true solution, Our love’s an infinite, boundless resolution. No division, no divide, can keep us apart, In your love’s infinity, you’ve captured my heart.
Our love is the force that nullifies the void, A unity of souls, forever enjoyed. I’m no longer divided by this world’s plight, With your love, my dear, everything feels right.
So, let’s redefine what love can be, No limits or constraints, just you and me. I am complete when you’re by my side, In our love’s embrace, I will forever abide.
Xyz tries to talk to his Friend
Xyz Axis, a person very plane, sought only to communicate perspective, sought only to share a point of view.
How can one so very plane, coordinate without a key of reference between the one and the two?
Xyz Axis, not wanting to declare the center of rotation, for attention upon them made them rather shy, without a rule of thumb, or rule of hand even, how can one determine Y?
Whether positive or negative, it gets back to point of view. To add depth and dimension to one so very plane, takes more than two.
More insight from the Narrator
Dr. Nan, a professor of math,
Logical and precise, in her path,
With a doctorate in her hand,
She leads the way, she takes command.
For her, math is a language clear,
A way to explain, a way to adhere,
To the concepts that govern life,
To the rules that cut through any strife.
She does not believe in magic or mystery,
In math, there’s only logic and symmetry,
A world of numbers, patterns and shapes,
A world that follows, with no escapes.
But can math hold something more,
Than just rules and formulas galore,
Can it show us the beauty of life,
The essence of joy, the depth of strife?
Perhaps in Dr. Nan’s eyes,
Math is more than just the guise,
Of numbers and concepts, of rules and laws,
Perhaps it holds a deeper cause.
For in math, we can find the key,
To unlock the mysteries, to set us free,
To explore the wonders of the universe,
To find the magic that’s in our hearts diverse.
So let us all thank Dr. Nan,
For her dedication, for her plan,
To teach us math, to guide us through,
To find the beauty that’s always true.
Submission of notes homework for class:
∞ is the extreme limit of the real number line. (applied to a function or sequence that “diverges to infinity” or “ increases without bound”) or an extreme point of the extended real number line.
Cardinality is a notion of the size of a set that does not rely on numbers. (Cardinal Sin)
Response from the professor in the notebook.
Your statements are quite accurate.
∞ (infinity) represents the concept of an extreme limit in the context of the real number line. It’s often applied to functions or sequences that “diverge to infinity” or “increase without bound.” In mathematics, when a function or sequence has no finite limit and keeps growing indefinitely, we use the symbol ∞ to represent this behavior. It’s also an extreme point on the extended real number line.
Cardinality is a fundamental concept in set theory that measures the size or “number of elements” in a set without relying on traditional numbers. Cardinality is often represented using cardinal numbers, and it allows us to compare the sizes of different sets. For example, two sets have the same cardinality if and only if there exists a bijection (one-to-one and onto function) between them.
The term “Cardinal Sin” is an interesting play on words, I assume you’re referring to a transgression or mistake related to cardinality or set theory.
A poem left in secret on the Desk:
In the boundless realm of numbers, you are my muse,
A love for math, in our hearts we choose to fuse.
Infinity, the limit, our love’s endless cruise,
Cardinality, is the notion, where our passion infuses.
You are the ∞, the endless line so fine,
Where functions and sequences, in love, entwine.
Diverging to infinity, a love that’s so divine,
In your embrace, forever, our hearts align.
As an extreme point, you’re the one I find,
In the extended real line, love’s redefined.
With you, there’s no limit, no boundary confined,
In the vastness of our love, our souls are intertwined.
Cardinality, a notion of size without measure,
Like our love, it defies worldly treasure.
Numbers can’t define, this love we treasure,
In our cardinal sin, we find endless pleasure.
So, in the language of math, our love we confess,
Where infinity and cardinality, our hearts caress.
In this mathematical romance, we’re truly blessed,
In the realm of numbers, our love is no less.
Another Poem about the Professor:
NaN, undefined and obscure,
Doctor, a healer, a cure,
Professor, an educator with skill,
What is a name, but a label we fill?
In the cafe, today, I saw you far away,
Lost in thought, where did your mind stray?
A young woman, a beauty divine,
Numbers are infinite, yet finite is time,
This student never will be the same.
I am counting on you to teach me to,
Love mathematics as my poetry loves you.
Another conversation amongst friends:
Xyz Axis sought to intersect the plane to do what was right from angles, to measure the distance, such dimension! But alas! Even in imagined infinite lines, without a key for understanding, the trades continue in dissension!
A Poet’s Words.
More than once, I find,
My words, not always right,
the world unkind.
I am with no fair face,
I stand, no splendid figure.
Yet a presence in this place.
A hidden shame within,
Some souls, of me, embrace.
Scars trace a tale—where I’ve been.
Most, of me, just barely know,
In good and ill,
yet I remain steady, I will not go.
I’ve woven life’s design,
No more painted masks,
nor artifice of mine.
Dressed in truth’s attire,
My unadorned self,
to laugh, to tire.
Imperfectly, I, upon this stage,
bound to dance.
A poet’s words, an open page.
A poem given to the Professor:
With numbers and symbols, you weave a spell,
Making the mysteries of math less hard to tell.
May your passion ignite a fire,
In those who fear numbers and so admire,
The way you make the subject come alive,
And help students thrive.
Teach us the beauty of equations and graphs,
Show us the power of mathematical crafts.
May your lessons be a source of inspiration,
Guiding us towards logical contemplation.
A brief note from the Professor
I’m glad to hear that you are enjoying the course and finding the methodology of mathematics interesting, Mr. Karekter. Mathematics is a fascinating subject that requires rigorous logical reasoning, problem-solving skills, and creativity. I hope that the course will continue to be engaging and informative for all students.
A response from the student
Dear Doctor Figger,
Your words are kind,
A welcome relief from the world we find,
A sanctuary of numbers and thought,
A place where the mind can be re-wrought.
Your guidance is a light to the lost and unsure,
Your teachings are a balm to the struggling and poor,
Your passion for math is a contagious flame,
A spark of inspiration we all can claim.
So let us take heed of your wise words,
And seek the mysteries that numbers afford,
In the methodology of math, we find,
A path to understanding that’s truly divine.
And if our vision falters or our path goes astray,
You’re always there to guide us on our way,
A beacon of knowledge and an inspiration true,
Doctor or Professor Figger,
we’re grateful to you.
As written in the notebook:
In the mathematics of love, like strings in theory’s grace, We explore dimensions beyond time and space. Ten spatial realms, some hidden from our embrace, In this cosmic dance of love, our hearts find their place.
Three dimensions we know, in the world we perceive, Length, Height, and Width, where our senses believe. But what of the seventh, a realm we conceive, In the enigma of love, where our souls interweave?
The eleventh, time’s embrace, the Mother’s guiding hand, Yet the Father theory, in love’s design, does stand. For love, like a foundation, in a bond so grand, Unites as Mother and Father, as our hearts understand.
In this multidimensional love, our souls take flight, Beyond the limits of the day and the bounds of the night. In a universe of emotions, where our hearts unite, Love’s cosmic force, our guiding light.
So, let’s ponder the dimensions, both seen and concealed, In the mysteries of love, our hearts are revealed. In Mother and Father, a love unconcealed, In the depths of the cosmos, our love is sealed.
A note from the Professor:
Your contemplation delves into the realms of both physics and philosophy, merging the concepts of love and string theory. In string theory, there are indeed multiple dimensions beyond our familiar three spatial dimensions and one temporal dimension. String theory suggests that there may be extra spatial dimensions, some of which could be compactified or hidden from our observation.
The notion of a seventh dimension is an interesting one. In the context of string theory, the additional dimensions could exist in various forms and might affect the fundamental forces and particles in the universe. The specifics of these dimensions are complex and theoretical, as they are not directly observable in our everyday experiences.
Regarding your metaphorical interpretation linking string theory dimensions to love and relationships, it’s a creative and poetic perspective. You draw a parallel between the concepts of a “Mother theory” and a “Father theory,” suggesting that love, like the foundation of a family, may have its own complex dimensions and dynamics. Love, often seen as a unifying force in human relationships, can indeed be viewed as having many facets and dimensions, both emotionally and philosophically.
While these connections are metaphorical and abstract, they highlight the multidimensionality of love and the profound ways in which it shapes our lives and understanding of the world.
Time passes…
Minute Minute
Minute is moments in time in Moment’s “is” Minute.
To frame time in “Minute” is minute in time frame too.
I hold time in minutes in time. Hold I
the numbers of hours. Pass by. Pass hours of numbers. The
mediocrity! In times of contemplation of times in mediocrity,
minutes become hours and days and hours become minutes.
Remember? Too many times when I am full, wonder I,
“Wonderful am I when time’s many to remember.”
Mathematically speaking, time is time speaking mathematically.
Yet, two hours times four equals the eight only if minutes,
if only, ate the equals, for time’s ours too, Yet…
How ever I am, ask me. Ask, am I ever? How?
Am I minute time? Minute I am!
Contemplate contemplation. Contemplate!
Wait. I, if time I am not, am I time if I wait?
Yet another poem
Your equations dance and sing,
Rhythmic patterns that make my heart take wing.
I long to learn the secrets that you know,
To solve problems and watch numbers glow.
You make calculus seem like art,
A masterpiece that speaks to my heart.
So teach me, Doctor, Professor, NaN,
Help me understand this magical land.
I want to see the beauty in each line,
And find joy in solving problems, divine.
With your guidance, I’ll learn to see
The wonders of math are waiting for me.
At the Café Part one
In the shadows, a tale did quietly brew,
A casual smile, a glance.
Rumors spread, most untrue.
A note left behind on a desk,
A moral dilemma did churn,
Her heart beat fast in her chest.
For she, a professor had much to discern.
She noticed him sipping his coffee,
Others had noticed in the café,
that she noticed him.
hearsay led educated minds astray,
her position at risk, her lifelong goal.
A young woman, beauty, and intellect combined,
a career at stake, a reputation,
his pursuit, a challenge to boundaries defined.
A student in her class, she could not entertain
Teaching the young minds, nurturing their art,
This was her passion, her love,
Yet affection tugged at her heart.
When he smiled she had to look away
love and learning, a delicate dance,
The professor knew the line must be drawn,
In the realm of ethics, no love shall advance.
enough of the nonsense, illogical!
A Friend intercedes for a poet
With no reference point to start,
Xyz Axis struggled to impart
perspective in a world so flat,
where depth and dimension seemed abstract.
But with patience and a bit of wit,
Xyz Axis found a way to fit
the pieces together, to align
the points and lines, and define
the space between the X and Y,
the planes and angles that defy
the limitations of a two-dimensional view,
and open up a world that’s new.
Through math and geometry,
Xyz Axis found the key
to unlock the secrets of the plane,
and show that even a flat world can contain
a universe of infinite possibility,
with depth and dimensionality.
From the Narrator
Math is a language that speaks to the soul,
A symphony of patterns that make us whole,
A universe of ideas waiting to be explored,
Where creativity and logic are never at odds.
From fractals to calculus, there’s magic in each line,
Where beauty and precision forever entwine,
And even the undefined holds a mystery,
A world of possibilities waiting to be set free.
So let us not limit ourselves to the mundane,
But delve deeper into this world without restrain,
In mathematics, there’s a beauty that can’t be denied,
A magical realm of wonder that forever abides.
Limmit replies to his friend:
Reflection.
In the depths of thought, I softly tread,
A poet’s musings, where memories spread,
I trace the lines of life’s winding course,
In the mirror of time, I find no remorse.
In reflection, I see moments in rhyme,
A tapestry, woven through the sands of time,
The past, a canvas, with colors so vast,
Each stroke, a memory, forever to last.
But in this realm, where thoughts converge,
I sense the math of life’s cosmic surge,
For change, a constant, in numbers it’s seen,
A shift in direction, like a river’s serene.
Like vectors in space, we alter our way,
A mathematical dance, in night and day,
Each decision we make, each turn of the line,
A mathematical perspective, in the grand design.
The past and future, entwined, they dance,
In this mathematical symphony, they enhance,
The choices we make, the paths we select,
In the reflection of time, we all intersect.
So I, as a poet, in reflection’s embrace,
See the numbers and verses, intertwined in grace,
A mathematical journey, through moments and dreams,
In the poet’s reflection, life’s beauty gleams.
As was written in the notebook:
8+1+2+8=19
496=19
4+9+6=19
33550336 = 28
3+3+5+5+0+3+3+6=28
28,496,8128,33550336
From the Professor:
The numbers you’ve provided are part of a sequence that connects perfect numbers and their corresponding aliquot sums. An aliquot sum is the sum of the proper divisors of a number (excluding the number itself). The sequence is as follows:
The first number, 8 + 1 + 2 + 8 = 19, corresponds to 8,128, which is a perfect number.
The second number, 496 = 19, also corresponds to another perfect number, 496.
The third number, 4 + 9 + 6 = 19, corresponds to the perfect number 28.
The fourth number, 33,550,336 = 28, corresponds to the perfect number 33,550,336.
The last equation represents the aliquot sum of the perfect number 33,550,336, which is indeed 28.
These numbers are part of an interesting pattern in mathematics, demonstrating the relationships between perfect numbers and their aliquot sums. Perfect numbers have fascinated mathematicians for centuries, and this sequence showcases some of their properties.
Another day, Another poem
Equations dance and sing with grace,
Rhythmic patterns that interlace,
Guiding us to insights profound,
Where mysteries and beauty abound.
The secrets of math are waiting there,
To be unlocked by those who dare,
To journey into this enchanted land,
And with diligence and wonder, take a stand.
With guidance from a learned hand,
We can learn to see and understand,
The wonders of math that wait for us,
A journey of discovery, an endless fuss.
So let us take this journey together,
As students of this magical endeavor,
And with each line and problem divine,
Find joy in the beauty that we’ll find.
As was written in the Notebook:
Love is a perfect number.
L=E
O= ½ of V
V³ = E
E = (O+V) x V (+V)
LOVE=8128
From the Professor:
It appears you’ve used the given equations and the value “LOVE = 8128” to make a connection between the concept of love and the perfect number 8128. The perfect number 8128 is indeed a real number that is equal to the sum of its proper divisors, excluding itself.
The equations you provided link love (LOVE) to this specific perfect number, creating a metaphorical or symbolic representation.
Mathematically:
L = E
O = ½ of V
V³ = E
E = (O + V) × V (+V)
Substituting these equations into LOVE:
LOVE = E × O × V × (O + V) × V
LOVE = V³ × (½V) × V × (½V + V) × V
LOVE = 8128
This equation results in the value 8128. It’s a creative and unique way to express love using mathematics and the concept of a perfect number. Love, like a perfect number, is indeed something special and complete in its own way.
A poem written in the notebook:
Love is a perfect number.
In the language of numbers and equations so profound,
A metaphor in math, where love’s true essence is found.
“Love is a perfect number,” the idea does resound,
In the realm of the heart, where love’s depths are unbound.
A perfect number, in math’s elegant embrace,
Equals its divisors, a harmonious space.
And love, in our lives, finds its rightful place,
Completing our souls with its tender grace.
For love, like a perfect number, is whole and complete,
In its presence, life’s journey is truly sweet.
A feeling so unique, in our hearts, it does beat,
Creating harmony where two souls do meet.
Just as math’s perfection in numbers does gleam,
Love’s perfection is found in the warmth of a dream.
In the beauty of love, a harmonious stream,
In the mathematics of life, where hearts and hopes gleam.
So let us embrace this metaphorical expression,
That love is a perfect number, a divine confession.
In its completeness, it brings us the deepest affection,
A profound human experience, our hearts’ own profession.
From the Professor:
“Love is a perfect number” is a beautiful metaphorical expression. A perfect number in mathematics is a positive integer that is equal to the sum of its proper divisors, excluding itself. In the context of love, the idea is that love is complete and whole in itself, much like a perfect number.
Love can be seen as a perfect emotion because it brings fulfillment and completeness to our lives. It’s a unique feeling that, when shared, enhances our well-being and creates a sense of harmony. Just as a perfect number is an elegant mathematical concept, love is an elegant and profound human experience. This metaphor highlights the idea that love is something special, unique, and complete in its own right.
Quatrain, A chance meeting
Leaving behind the echoes of our shared past,
As we walk away from each other,
Like you, like me, will we ever find another?
As we part ways, memories dissolve, fading fast,
The memories of our yesterday fade away.
Yet the promise of a future, in our hearts, steadfast.
Embracing the unknown, as possibilities amass
and now take hold of our hearts to stay.
We leave behind the doubts and fears.
What once was, lingers in the fading light,
Yet the allure of what lies ahead shines bright.
Hope and love to wipe away the tears.
As we embark on this uncharted quest, anew,
and embrace what may come to be.
For now, it’s up to you and me.
Our hearts emboldened, our devotion true.
More time passes…
The concept of time is often elusive,
A fleeting moment that’s hard to grasp.
Minutes to hours, it can be exclusive,
As it slips away in an endless clasp.
The seconds tick by without remorse,
And we try to hold on to every moment.
But time remains an unyielding force,
A relentless adversary, never dormant.
We measure time in hours and minutes,
In seconds, days, weeks, and years.
But time is more than just digits and limits,
It’s an essence that ebbs and clears.
So contemplate the essence of time,
And the fleeting nature of our existence.
Embrace each moment, as if it were prime,
And cherish every precious instance.
For time is a gift, both fleeting and precious,
A reminder of the beauty and fragility, and strife.
So cherish each moment, without any fuss,
And embrace the wonder of this timeless life.
The Path of a Poet
A poetic journey, a path divine,
through the corridors of knowledge wide,
Poetry exists like a cosmos of the mind,
like a supernova born in a cosmic line.
With dreams of poetry, a heart’s noble stride.
Starlight that guides, with love to find.
Inspiration found in each passing day,
elegance with words, secrets confide
pen in hand, words writ by the soul,
Find a way to the page with a deepening sway.
poems, a fusion of two worlds so wide,
striving for passion, to make the goal.
Late nights spent in creative bliss,
In the realm of emotions, inspirations reside,
With every line and every verse spun,
Lost in the poems, life becomes a literary kiss.
In the world of words, where emotions coincide,
hearts grow in unison, souls become one.
Each pen stroke, each page, a quest,
Through sleepless nights and pages of rhyme,
For poetry itself a muse, a guiding star,
Brought closer to the dream loved best.
Honing the craft, investing the time.
A dream held close, always near, yet ever far.
Refraction
In the hallowed halls of knowledge’s domain,
Limmit, a youth, his dreams aflame,
Striving through college, the path he walked,
With words kept time, poetry ticked like a clock.
Each verse he crafted, a soulful dive,
A window to his spirit, his heart alive,
Emotions cascaded in poetic streams,
His innermost thoughts, the stuff of dreams.
But one soul, one presence, a radiant sun,
Professor Nan Figger, where his heart was won,
A mathematician’s brilliance, a luminous sight,
Her aura enchanting, a guiding light.
In the back row, he chose to reside,
Not for distance, but the view, beside,
For her mathematical wizardry did amaze,
Yet deeper, her grace in myriad ways.
Her eyes, like stars in night’s embrace,
Sparkled, delving into equations’ grace,
Limmit, entranced, by her wisdom’s gleam,
Weaved poems that danced in the realm of dream.
From sonnets that praised her equations’ grace,
To haikus capturing moments, a secret place,
He penned his love in numbers’ embrace,
A silent devotion, a hidden trace.
As days gave way to weeks, then months anew,
Limmit’s collection of poems only grew,
A testament to love in its silent bloom,
In the heart’s library, a secret room.
Yet love, unspoken, a secret held,
In the verses penned, in the stories quelled,
For fear of rejection, the truth concealed,
In the realm of equations, their hearts revealed.
Oh, Limmit, young and passionate heart,
With your words, you painted a secret art,
In the hush of your verses, love’s whispers sewn,
In Professor Figger’s heart, your secret is known.
Reflection and refraction
Reflection and refraction, Not a number,”NaN,”
reflects on past conversations, so dear,
A verse caught in an unexpected plan.
He whispered, “Professor,” his voice sincere,
“What is a name?” pondering, bemused,
As light journeys forth in its radiant flight,
In the fusion of math, his heart was infused.
The barriers encountered bends the light.
Years ago, in the lecture hall, he sat that day,
Watching a mathematician, in her prime,
Watching from afar, in a quiet way,
Numbers and equations, became his rhyme.
Reflection, the dance of light on a plane,
A mirror’s embrace or a calm, glassy lake,
In angles equal, it rebounds, not in vain,
In this symphony of light, a connection we make.
A student transformed, forever changed,
With theorems and problems, minds revolved,
In the definitions of numbers, solutions are rearranged.
While the heart’s equations remained unsolved,
But refraction, a shift in the path’s direction,
It bends and it warms, a change so profound,
When light enters a new medium’s protection,
In the glass’s embrace, or the water’s surround.
“I’m counting on you,” he wrote with a soul so clear,
love in the verses, passionate in kind
Euclidean phobia? Conquer the fear,
As the clock keeping time begins to unwind,
In the poet’s story, these optics find grace,
With every theorem and problem solved,
A connection, a light in the learning space.
Mathmatical poetry, an enigma now solved,
Acknowledging his words, she gently replied,
“I am glad you see math’s methodology with glee.”
Acknowledging his passion, she did not hide,
“In this world of numbers, our heart can be free.”
Just as light bends, refracts, in its artful sway,
Through reflection and refraction, love’s gentle delight,
The student’s heart, too, found a new way,
In the world of mathematics, hearts take flight.
A student’s heart, by math’s grace held in place,
In this tale of love, as in life’s grand design,
With each lesson learned, a smile on his face.
Reflection and refraction, both intertwine,
A professor’s love sparked by poetry’s endless grace,
Two perspectives, two hearts, in unity entwine,
With each lesson learned, a smile on her face.
A poem left on a desk:
In the lecture hall’s soft glow, you shine so bright,
A brilliant star amidst the students’ night.
Professor, your wisdom, a guiding light,
In the realm of limits, you’ve set my heart alight.
As a student, I’ve learned under your grace,
In the complex equations, you’ve found your place.
You’ve shown me the beauty in every math’s embrace,
And your kindness and brilliance, I wholeheartedly embrace.
From X approaching zero, to X as 1 over ℵ,
You’ve taught me so much, I must confess.
Your passion for teaching, a love that’s boundless,
In the vast expanse of knowledge, I’m truly impressed.
Your words, like equations, make my heart race,
Each lesson you share, I eagerly embrace.
In the infinity of learning, you’ve left a trace,
A love for math, and for you, my dear professor, I chase.
So as X becomes 1 over ℵ, my heart’s true quest,
I write this poem, with a heart so blessed.
To the professor who taught me, I must confess,
I admire you deeply, in my educational conquest.
Destiny or Determination?
In a quiet classroom, where minds convene.
With Professor Figger, wise and erudite,
From pre-existing conditions, Determination is born,
Yet, Destiny, an unseen hand, did intervene,
No whims of chance, no randomness in sight,
A destiny in numbers renewed each morn.
In this world, where patterns take their flight.
The laws of math, like silent guiding stars,
Where numbers dance and theories weave,
Held a secret, hidden from the light.
To steer events along precise, unchanging bars.
Destiny, a concept, unyielding, she came to believe.
No twist of fate, no capricious hand,
In mathematics, where equations stake their claim.
One day, after the lectures ceased to chime,
Amidst calculations, in a strict demand.
Determinism, the name it does proclaim,
Intrigued by verses, weaving in his rhyme,
She beckoned Limmit, biding him to stay,
From initial conditions, the path unfolds,
No room for chance or whimsy to implore,
His poetry, like dawn’s first light, a ray.
A journey mapped in equations, behold.
Destiny is ruled by numbers at its core.
With tender words, she broke the poet’s seal,
In this mathematical complexity, they find,
dreams that she had long concealed,
A secret yearning, only a poet’s heart can feel,
In a world determined, by rules well-defined.
A passion veiled, but now, the truth revealed.
No mysteries of fate, no randomness to tell,
Limmit, heart aflutter, stood amazed,
In the world of math, where truths remain.
Just the dance of numbers, in a logical spell.
For she, his muse, his words had deeply praised,
embraced determinism’s steadfast reign,
No destiny capricious, no random twist,
His admiration, an ember, now blazed.
Over months that passed, their worlds did entwine,
The elegance of numbers, of which they did persist.
Their shared desire, in destiny, they gazed.
Two souls in prose and verses, they’d combine.
In tandem, they explored a poet’s creed,
Limmit taught the rhythms, meters, and the line,
Destiny’s hand had played a wondrous card,
Mathematical precision, a rare need,
While Figger’s abstract thoughts, like stars, did shine.
Two kindred spirits, their emotions unmarred.
Their words, like art, from hearts did intercede,
Yet in the world of verses, they would not discard,
Destiny or Determination?
A harmonious union, passion’s heed.
Yet barriers in life’s struggles had left them scarred.
I leave it to your interpretation.
Graduation Day
Graduation day, a moment so grand,
With a heart full of dreams, eyes gleam,
the journey begun, the path unrolled,
standing tall, diploma in hand.
College conquered, ambitions have become dreams
The dream, a tale yet untold, a heart’s desire,
With every beat of the heart,
To publish a book of poetry,
to reach higher and higher.
verses, thoughts, a work of art.
To set words free,
Each poem is a piece of the soul, on the page,
With determination and relentless drive,
The dream is now real, words take flight,
A story to tell, a new literary age.
reaching out ready to thrive.
In a collection of poetry, dreams alight.
At the Café Part two
In the depths of thought, the poet did dwell,
Where poetry’s verses and numbers did swell,
A fusion of art and science took flight,
In the dance of reflection, a pure source of light.
He reached to a friend with a mind so keen,
A mathematician’s heart numbers unseen,
Together they journeyed, seeking to find,
The secrets of change, in equations entwined.
In a cozy café where creativity brewed,
The mathematician, with a napkin, pursued,
Vectors and paths in a mathematical dance,
A bridge ‘twixt the tangible and abstract’s expanse.
The poet, entranced by the numbers so fine,
Found inspiration in the elegant line,
Of equations that wove the fabric of life,
In the balance of chaos, in the calm of strife.
As days turned to weeks, their union took form,
In verses and symbols, their thoughts would transform,
Poems arose, with mathematical grace,
Describing the world in a harmonious embrace.
In this fusion of realms, the poet was shown,
A deeper connection than he’d ever known,
The math of life’s changes, precise and exact,
A language to capture both fiction and fact.
The poet’s reflection, now a unity’s song,
Where art met science, where they both belong,
For in every equation, every lyrical line,
Lies the essence of life, a quest most divine.
No division, they found, between math and rhyme,
Both expressions of beauty, through space and through time,
Poetry and math, in perfect accord,
Two worlds intertwined, their beauty explored.
The Professor tries her hand at poetry
Let me be your guide in this mathematical quest,
A journey of the mind, where we seek to digest,
The mysteries and wonders that lie in wait,
For those who seek to explore and create.
From the basics to the advanced, we’ll explore,
A wealth of knowledge that is waiting to be poured,
Into our minds, like an endless stream,
Of insights, ideas, and mathematical dreams.
And as we journey on this path of discovery,
I’ll be your companion, your friend,
your trustee, Ready to offer guidance, advice, and support,
As you navigate through equations and charts.
So let us embark on this journey, you and I,
With curiosity, passion, and a twinkle in the eye,
For there’s always something new to learn and discover,
In this magical world of math, forever and ever.
A profession to the Professor
In the time that is eternity, we found our way,
A moment without end, where love held sway.
A moment without end, a paradox of light.
A paradox that’s fleeting, yet forever sweet,
Infinite in depth, our hearts complete.
In the entanglement of two, love takes flight,
To contemplate the blink of an eye in infinity’s embrace,
Is to ponder the instant of our meeting, love’s eternal grace.
Fleeting, yet boundless, it defies the clock’s command,
Our love is timeless in this finite existence we share,
The linear constraints are irrelevant, as we boldly dare.
In the realm of forever, hour hand in second hand.
In the time that is eternity, our hearts entwine,
In every moment, your love is forever mine.
Defying the boundaries, banishing all fears.
Though the cosmos may whirl in its intricate design,
Our love remains constant, brilliantly divine.
Our love exists beyond the grasp of finite years.
For in the boundless expanse of the infinite above,
Time transcends, a testament to endless love.
To reflect on the sublime, our first glance so true,
To contemplate a blink within infinity’s embrace,
Is to ponder the depth of our love’s sacred space.
Humanity’s understanding falls short, but I found you.
NaN responds to infinite love
in sublime reflection, the moment we meet, a connecting heartbeat.
Linear constraints, fade into the night. Our love takes flight.
in the expanse, that first moment’s glow, we still know,
that humanity’s reach falls short, a celestial ballet, in night and day.
The magic of that meeting, love’s sweet creation, infinite elation.
A dance of souls entwined, our story’s beautifully writ, our love infinite.
The above image is an inworld installation 3d virtual art piece for the poet and the mathematician, a love story o x ∞ = ♥
In Conclusion:
A muse and a soulmate found,
Love’s sweetest sound.
With trembling hands,
defying time’s space,
love’s warm embrace.
confession of love
“Nan,” he spoke, his voice filled with emotion’s art,
“In this dance of souls, I’ve given you my heart.”
a melody so free.
Professor Figger, her eyes locked in connection,
Anticipating his heartfelt love’s affection.
Hearts a gentle hum,
“The way you see the world, your love so true,
I’ve fallen deeply in love with you.”
A smile warmed the starlit night.
“Limmit,” she whispered, “I’ve loved from the start,
Your words, your passion, they’ve captured my heart.”
beneath eternity,
love, like an epic, beautifully penned,
A thousand poems, a thousand dreams, never end.
Embracing, a kiss.
A love story, an ever-unfolding rhyme,
Two souls intertwined, an eternal time.
Each day a new verse,
Infinite possibilities, boundless, love can be,
A love story, for all eternity.
WoPoLi 
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