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Hvis nogen spurgte mig, hvad der gør mig rigtig lykkelig, so ville jeg svare: Det gør tallene. Sne og is og tal. Og ved du hvorfor? Fordi talsystemet er ligesom menneskelivet. Til at begynde med har man de naturlige tal. Det er dem der er hele og positive. Det lille barns tal. Men den menneskelige bevidsthed ekspanderer. Barnet obdager længslen, og ved du, hvad den matematiske udtryk for længslen er? Det er de negative tal. Formaliseringen af, at man føler, man mangler noget. Og bevidstheden udvider sig stadigvæk, og vokser, og barnet opdager mellemrummene. Mellem stenene, mellem mosserne på stenene, mellem menneskerne. Og mellem tallene. Og ved du hvad det fører til? Det fører til brøkerne. Det hele tal plus brøkerne giver de rationelle tal. Og bevidstheden stopper ikke der. Den vil overskride fornunften. Den tilføjer en operation så absurd som røduddragning. Og får de irrationelle tal. Det er en slags vanvid. For de irrationelle tal er endeløse. De kan ikke skrives. De tvinger bevidstheden ud i det grænseløse. Og med de irrationelle tal lagt til de rationelle, har man de reelle tal. Det stopper ikke. Det stopper aldrig. For nu, på stedet, udvider vi de reelle tal med de imaginære, kvadratrødder af negative tal. Det er tal, vi ikke kan forestille os, tal som normalbevidstheden ikke kan rumme. Og når vi lægger de imaginære tal til de reelle tal, så har vi det komplekse talsystem. Det første talsystem inden for hvilket det er muligt at gøre fyldestgørende rede for isens krystaldannelse. Horisonterne. Man drager imod dem, og de bliver ved med at flytte sig. ↗
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Now,' cried the fiend, 'follow me! You must understand that I cannot get out by the great gate - the porter will not suffer that. Once here, there is no retreat. Follow me, therefore: we will just go to your house, where you shall dress yourself; for you can hardly go to a ball in your present costume - especially as it is not a bal masque. Mind and wrap yourself well up in your winding-sheet, for the nights are cold, and you may feel unpleasantly touched by it.' As he said this, Satan laughed malignantly; and I continued silently to walk after him. 'I am sure,' continued he, 'that, in spite of the service I am doing you, you do not yet like me. You are always thus, you men - ungrateful to your friends. Not that I blame ingratitude; it is a vice upon which I pride myself, since I invented it myself; and I must say, that it is one most in vogue. But I do wish to see you a little more merry - it is the only thing I ask of you.' I answered not, but still followed my guide, white as a statue, and as cold. I was silent; but, at the pauses in the fiend's voice, I could hear my teeth chatter against each other, and my bones rattle in my body. ("The Dead Man's Story") ↗
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A person has to have confidence in what he's going to do. If he don't, he's not going to do it long. He has to have confidence first in his idea and next in himself. Two men have different ideas and they go to work on them. Now the first fella's idea may come up soon. Your may linger a long, long time, but any idea, if it's well done, will come up in its own time. You can plant five seeds at the same moment - tomato, potato, cabbage, lettuce, beets - place them at the same moment. ANd they all don't come up at the same time. If the beet would get discouraged because the cabbage come up in front of him, then there wouldn't be no beets. And if the cabbage would get discouraged because the tomato come up before his program, then there wouldn't be no cabbage. Now the evidence of a test that's gonna come in your time of doing is the sacrifice. Hungry - that's in the making of the program. Broke - that's in the making of the program. All these things will discourage you. But you can't let them discourage you. I believed that I would do a thing, and I went to work doin' it. -Lewis Michaux, Harlem Bookseller ↗
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"Being most concerned with God's righteous judgments rather than the biased judgments of mere men, I have been standing...for the cause of Christ". ~ R. Alan Woods [2012] ↗
Support your partner in their interests. You never know when batting practice, kung fu movie moves, or even a poker night might come in handy during a zombie infestation. ↗
From the woods that surrounded the burgh came a mass of men. Some rode, others ran. All carried weapons, mainly axes or spears. A few wore mail shirts and cloaks, but most just leather aketons. Among them were a handful of men clad in the short tunics favoured by Highlanders. These men were bare from thigh to foot, an alarming sight to Ormesby, who had only heard rumour of these wild men of the north. As they came, they roared a multitude of battle cries. Ormesby caught one name in the din, issuing from a group of mailed riders who followed a burly man on a finely caparisoned horse. ‘For Douglas!’ they howled. ‘For Douglas!’ Below, the townsfolk were scattering. The English soldiers had formed a tight knot outside the hall, blades drawn, but even as Ormesby watched, the forlorn group of beggars he had seen threw off their ragged skins and furs, revealing thickly muscled warriors. They fell upon the soldiers with savage cries, daggers thrusting. Footsteps sounded on the hall stairs. The door burst open and two soldiers appeared. ‘We must go, sir!’ The clerks and officials were already hastening across the chamber. Donald was running with them. Ormesby remained rooted. ‘Who are they?’ he demanded, his voice high as he turned back to the window, seeing the horde rushing into the town. His eyes fixed on a giant of a man running, almost loping in the front lines. Taller than all those around him, agile in the stride, he wore a simple dark blue tunic and wide-brimmed kettle hat. The other men seemed to be running in unruly formation around him. But it was the blade in the man’s hands that Ormesby’s eyes were drawn to. He had never seen such a sword, so broad and long the giant had to grasp it in both hands as he came. Another name now became audible in the roar of the mob. ‘Wallace! Wallace! ↗
To the American People: Christmas is not a time or a season but a state of mind. To cherish peace and good will, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas. If we think on these things, there will be born in us a Savior and over us will shine a star sending its gleam of hope to the world." ~ Calvin Coolidge (1872-1933), American president. Presidential message (December 25, 1927). ↗
The Confederation, having been formed by unanimous consent, could be dissolved by unanimous consent only. Does this doctrine result from the nature of compacts? [...] If we consider the federal Union as analogous not to the social compacts among individual men, but to the conventions among individual States, [...] according to the Expositors of the Law of Nations, a breach of any one article, by any one party, leaves all the other parties at liberty to consider the whole convention as dissolved, unless they choose rather to compel the delinquent party to repair the breach. ↗
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