When I ponder the reality of being “living mathematics” I think of the organic nature of calculation. A practitioner of Supreme Mathematics must have a methodology, according to which, his or her life’s calculations are performed. To some degree, the interwoven order of the principles dictates said methodology, but not completely. The truth of this statement lies in the fact that we live it out according to our own self-styled wisdom. That self-styled wisdom is synonymous with a customized way of interlocking the principles in order to navigate and make sense out of life. Personally, what I find to be effective, is the identification of patterns and the ways in which they connect to yield thoughts, words, and actions. The reason why this works is because all of the above originate in the same place…the mind. In order to exist within a given cipher, one need only manage to catch the train of dominant thought which governs it. Upon it’s deconstruction and analysis, a customized plan can be formulated and change within it can be effected. In order for people to understand one another, they must first study, in depth, the pathology of said group’s most prominent perceptions. Then, they must take things a step further, by linking the pathology of perception to the pathology of corresponding action in the world. Naturally, this should not be a means by which sweeping generalizations are made and attached to every person who is part of a given group because there are always outliers. However, these connections yield the type of information that forms a backdrop upon which a firm grasp of the nature of a given group of people can materialize.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a calculating observer of people. I watch them, I listen to them, and I interact with them to get a read on them and assess what it is that makes them who and how they are. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to find that this impacts different people in different ways. Some folks don’t care because they don’t even realize I’m doing it. Others appreciate it because when they ask me for my opinion on something that has to do with their lives I have one to offer that’s at least marginally qualified. However, most people find it to be unsettling. How dare I actually pay attention to them, break down what they say and do, and exhibit the gall to comment on it from time to time? Believe it or not, the 85% doesn’t realize that they’re being watched at all times by someone until they do or say something that they get in trouble for. The world we live in didn’t just become intensely invasive yesterday. It’s just that there are now more readily available windows into our lives than ever before. Even still, it never ceases to amaze me how people can just go about doing and saying off the wall things as if no one can see them. Between Facebook, Twitter, and reality TV the gallery of goons remains front and center. It’s almost as if critical thought has become some ancient art known only to a few throwback individuals from a time when people went to the library to read, had stimulating face to face conversations, and there actually was such a thing as self-respect. Nowadays, the truth is more hurtful to people than the loss of a loved one or a migraine headache. They just can’t handle it. Why? Simple, because the bulk of their lives is a lie. When they look in the mirror, they don’t really see the individual who’s actually standing there. That’s why when you hold that figurative mirror of truth up to their face they shudder with fear or lash out imploring you to take it away at once. If the truth were a righteous woman of respectability her place of prominence would now be occupied by a bitch called image. This is where a person’s calculation methodology becomes diluted, mixed, and tampered with.
Once an individual becomes so attached to the image of themselves that they strive to portray that they no longer know who they really are, they begin to speak and act accordingly. The problem is that these words and actions are not true correlates to the actual person. And eventually, that wisdom comes back to bite them in the ass. That’s when the excuses start. When I watch “The First 48” the criminals don’t turn into bitches until they realize they’re going to jail. Then all of a sudden they become remorseful, and teary eyed. That’s when they start undergo a metamorphosis whereby they turn back into the real them. The problem is it’s too late. One of the more noteworthy variables in the equation is the voices of those who mislead people to think they are someone other than their own self. That’s the dudes in the hood who tell you that you the illest nigga out until you get locked up and all your dope and money is gone. Then you turn into a nigga that fell off. These are the voices of sports fans who scream the praises of their favorite team until they lose a few games in a row. Then the team sucks and the coach needs to be fired. In closing I leave you with this jewel to ponder and incorporate into your calculation methodology…
“A true mind can weather all the lies and illusions.
A true heart can tough the poison of hatred without being harmed.
Since beginningless time darkness fills the void, but always yields to purified light.”
-The Lion Turtle building with Aang before he fought the Fire Lord in Avatar “The Last Air-Bender”