The most beautiful part of this world, you ask?
The mathematical derivative, I answer.
The weekday sees that you wake up every morning, bathe, groom, leave your home, head to work or school, do whatever it is the social model has everyone else doing. And it would be beautiful, if the purpose was known to us.
But it isn’t.
It never was.
The mother of questions defeats us, unfailingly and quite consistently.
It is a question and also a constant.
The rational mind cannot form a question if it has not the means to examine the answer.
In other words, if you can ask it, you can answer it.
What is an answer?
I believe an answer to be the complementary variable born of human reasoning in an effort to satisfy a posed question. It is a variable because human reasoning gets better and better provided an increase in knowledge and experience, both of which are exponential to time. And time is always moving forward.
I’d have more trouble answering the question “What is a question?”
And by this, I conclude that a question can never be truly satisfied.
Ah, yes. I apologize for getting off track. The derivative is quite beautiful. It is the part of the whole that makes less sense from the creator’s perspective and more sense to the simple mind of the created.
It is the infinitesimal choice.
It is the isolated event…
The silence in the noise, the tension in the poise; the flutter in the storm, the differentiation in form; the breath on the wind, the sins we have sinned; the cloud in the sky, the distance in the nigh; the light in the dark, laughter in the lark; the hollow in the solid, the liberality in the invalid; the rain on the ocean, the movement in the motion; the solace in the sorrow, the strain in the swallow; the separation from the whole, the number on the toll; the swim in the stream, the glisten in the gleam; the reach in the stretch, the smile on the wretch; the break in the fold, the young in the old; the words in the screams, the center of extremes; the lift in the hoist, the warmth in the moist; the systematic of the shatter, the anti of the matter; the split in the division, the sight within the vision; the joining in the unity, the person in the community.
It is the outspokenness of voice, and the conscious decisiveness of choice.
My dear friend, you are the derivative.
The small accumulation of earthly things.
Why be the derivative?
Because the derivative, when having realized its own derived state, is a complete whole, and the complete whole is an isolated entity from the next complete whole and so forth…
I’m sure you’re wondering what the point of all this is. And fear not, I do not intend to confuse you any longer.
On contributing to your community, by waking up every weekday and going out to your post and being poked and prodded, pushed and shoved, tailored and suited to your government’s desire…
Forget not to be your own community. Be not created, but rather, the creator. And create.
Create art, music, poetry, and literature. Create mediums in which people can understand, see, hear and feel. And watch the people surround your work in appreciation.
It will teach you something very, very important. It is something that I, myself, cannot convey to you in simple words for the experience is far too real.
It is that governments do not like your creations, when they speak against their own.
Artwork: Michael Polomik