The Earnest Inquisition Of Obfuscation Bound By The Theorhetical Declaration Of The Theorem Derived From The Uniformed Chaos Axiom
Merely a hack who has rarely had the patience to sit through elongated oratory or literary dissertations in my quest to conceptualize and even capture the crux of creation through the language of mathematics and physics, I have found it gravely difficult, during my years of formal education, to await the necessarily standardized absorption by which mundane knowledge is methodically received. Boredom becomes quite captivating and even the most minute segments of data sets are set aside for in depth examination by which to formulate extraordinary principles both simplistic yet paradoxically profound. It seems truth tends to tangle in the arena of paradox (James 1:25).
There ultimately arrived a time by which I had to toss my systematic quest to conquer the principalities of physics to a far more poetically achievable educational genre. I therefore relented from the intensity of such studies into simpler tasks such as English, art and photography. History has likewise served such a capacity but to a lesser extent, since its process is more an abstract yet more tangible life application of the aforementioned principalities, which lends to its own enthusiastic arrangement of frustrations and fascinations. All the while, that which is exhibited within the confines of the Holy Bible has wallowed divinely in my midst throughout such eras, serving as an evermore acknowledged theme by which one in any such endeavor ought to engage with greater consideration, as its power of principalities provides a foundation by which wisdom is exponentially jettisoned to all who earnestly partake. Examine it as hereby stated and the wonders of the universe, whether academic or even spiritual, becoming exceedingly awakened unto your eyes and afforded the confluence of axioms.
Anyhow, I loved science and found great excitement in at least a few of them throughout my junior high and high school years. And later in college, math class, just as science, while it was a love, was likewise a match for my focus. Some facet would always seem to snag my interest in such a way that captivated me, leading me to overthrow the lesson for a gaping reception into the far too fundamentally apparent finiteness of one simplistic element.
Perhaps my greatest issue with the confines of formal education is its formalities of indoctrination, since it teaches merely to know than to learn, and therefore, my zealously fascinating manner of inquisition into easily accepted principalities disrupts well trained technicians of academic dissemination who themselves have very little understanding.
There have been several, perhaps many, instructors who have found my inquiry to be irritating to the point where vehemence erupts from their frustration. Likely, it is that their understanding of such principles bound within their chosen field of study is so light that immersion becomes frightening, to the point by which they attempt to maintain surface tension, yet cannot, for they have yet to achieve perfection.
Anyhow, there have been others who have found my earnest inquiry to be considerably intriguing and have engaged greatly. From them, I have learned much and have been equally challenged to such extents, exponentially jettisoned, just as iron sharpens iron. For when word becomes word, so goes the saber of triumph.
And so there I was. I had failed to turn in several weeks of assignments, stuck and even failing asleep on a series of formulas. While I had figured them is such a learned way, I envisioned yet another way, comparative to the difference of a casual observer who meanders through a garden on his way to his next class and that of a ballerina become the very beauty abound amid her arena. Then, I entered class to turn in homework from several weeks back, and as the class proceeded on several problems the instructor issued to buy him time to grade the evenings homework, he later landed upon mine near the end of class.
Looking up my way in a cross and unsettling manner: “This is late. And what is this (no question mark for it was not a question). This is not done right. This is unacceptable. Did you even read the book.”
I walked up. Observed what I knew to be in question. He continued. I watched. And might I mentioned I was also quite rebellious and had considerable disdain for those are fierce for the letter of the law but who have very little consideration for the spirit of the law. He was quite disrespectful in his way and even authoritarian in his astute posture. For this, I found fancy in foiling his stature.
“Yes. I read the chapter multiple times over.”
He became exacerbated, particularly since I offered no other explanation at anytime during the long pause for silence.
“I can’t have this. I can’t accept this. This is just wrong.”
“No.” I replied. My retort was accurate. It was right.
“No what?”
“The answer is right. Look upon your cheat sheet. It correctly matches what you have there. Therefore, according to your very own means of judgment, your readily accepted and utterly proclaimed sense of right and wrong, it is right.”
“No. It is wrong. You did it all wrong.”
At this point, the diatribe drew upon the attention of the class, which was acutely focused upon the dance of an arrogant subset of individuals. I stood. The instructor sat half in his seat, while the other half worked to rise in frustration, except for the tactical advantage of an underling who literally stood above him. To escape the sunken seat of the throne at that very moment would have only worked to his disadvantage, divulging the inferiority of his physical position, as a rabbit who uneasily waits behind the bushes as a hunter passes, hoping he who seeks blood has no clue of the thinly veiled vulnerability that resides easily within reach.
“If you are now saying the answer is wrong, then your theorem is likewise wrong, for it renders the same result. But if you are saying that my methodology is wrong, then you are wrong, for it renders the very same result as does your readily accepted methodology, yet you are unwilling to accept it, since you fear what you fail to consider.”
Just then, during the prelude to the climax, the clock struck the hour and officially called to a close the class, but even still, the encore was yet to unfold, and therefor kept at bay the bulk of the class.
Now, being that I in certain terms had just turned over the desk from which he dictated, the repercussion was on the verge of volleying grave result. Therefore, an intersession accompanied by a well-announced olive branch was boastfully interjected in such a way that the Little Hero Of Holland held at bay a great mass of water with merely a finger. And likewise amid the moment, the class teetered upon the crux of implosion.
“Okay. If you find that the methodology does not work according to the stated result, which equals that stated in the book, then, you may rightfully fail me for the remainder of the class. But should the methodology work out correctly, according to the result so stated, then it will be graded as such.”
Going merely by the memory of some 15 years ago, I recall him officially calling the class to a close by dismissing us.
The next class, as he was handing back papers, perhaps during a test, he quietly called my name to receive my graded paper.
“I don’t know how you did it. I have never seen this before. I even brought it to the attention of the department faculty. It seems you have found a new theorem. Good work.”
I walked away and left it at that. My grade for the class was somewhere around a C- for that class. I don’t blame the guy. Between my frequent surfing trips to Baja and inconsistent homework, even a C- may have been undeserved.
Perhaps one day I will share just how daunting the study of literature and moreover writing courses were and how one college professor struck a sword through such difficulties, severing my ties with such trying tasks by delivering me unto understanding, as is referenced in 1 Peter 4:8 (NIV), where is said: “Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.”
