The Universe Is Almost Like

Biographical History, As Taught In Our Public Schools, Is Still Largely A History Of Boneheads; Ridiculous Kings And Queens, Paranoid Political Leaders, Compulsive Voyagers, Ignorant General The Flotsam And Jetsam Of Historical Currents. The Men Who Radically Altered History, The Great Scientists And Mathematicians, Are Seldom Mentioned, If At All.

Mathematics Is Not Only Real, But It Is The Only Reality.

It Is Part Of The Pholosophic Dullness Of Our Time That There Are Millions Of Rational Monsters Walking About On Their Hind Legs, Observing The World Through Pairs Of Flexible Little Lenses, Periodically Supplying Themselves With Energy By Pushing Organic Substances Through Holes In Their Faces, Who See Nothing Fabulous Whatever About Themselves.

As Bertrand Russell Once Wrote, Two Plus Two Is Four Even In The Interior Of The Sun.

If All Sentient Beings In The Universe Disappeared, There Would Remain A Sense In Which Mathematical Objects And Theorems Would Continue To Exist Even Though There Would Be No One Around To Write Or Talk About Them. Huge Prime Numbers Would Continue To Be Prime, Even If No One Had Proved Them Prime.