Near-scientific notes — craft thoughts on mathematics and philosophy

“Don’t try” is carved on Charles Bukowski’s gravestone. You can’t run from yourself, and if you love writing formulas, you have to do it — even if it’s as pointless as the orchestra playing on the “Titanic” as it inexorably goes down. The absence of meaning, the devaluation of Man in the face of artificial intelligence, and the finitude of being free us from the search and let us create meanings instead — cherishing that very little onion the Creator placed in Man, so that he might hand it to the world and thereby be saved.