Friday, June 19, 2009

190609 / 0043

And so this day I remember.
The day I sent her to his home.
Oh how dramatically tragic!

Or did I hope for it to be this way:
To steal limelight and attention?

Could I possibly be that base?
I don't know;
And right now, it no longer matters.

I guess it's quite sad
That I have to blog about it.

No one will know.
But then again,
No one needs to.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

170609 / 0005

Ask me not what I think of him;
I scarce know him and yet
He's pained me thus greatly.

Still, he must have been splendid
To have caught her eye thus so.

I just hope that it's enough
To finally lay this dream to rest.
For it's been too long,
And I am rather tired of it all.

Cheers,
Me

Evariste Galois

6 chapters into a book about symmetry and Evariste Galois and I am completely swept away by who this young man was. He was a victim of his beliefs: in his passion to advance both political reform and a mathematical theory, he had been struck down time and time again. Even his death was under very spectacular conditions. No one truly knows how he died; various accounts from various sources differ in details. What they do know is that he died on the 30th of May. What they further knew was that he died as an indirect result of love. Being the energetic man that he was, he was perhaps too eager in his approach towards a certain Stephanie Du Motel, and two men stood up to defend her honour, challenging him to a duel he "could not refuse." At a young age of twenty, he died that day: 30th May.

I wonder if there are even such people today. And if so, how would we possibly remember them? Letters and diaries passed to and fro amidst correspondence had always served as the means by which such past greats are remembered. How then today? When emails are deleted and rarely anyone uses letters, how then?

I must say that had Galois lived in modern times, he would most certainly not have developed to who he is remembered to be today. Upon mere examination, we would soon discover several major influential factors in his life that are markedly lacking in today's society.

One factor for Galois was the presence of mentors. His mathematics teacher, having discovered such brilliance in one of his students, had taken special care to develop Galois in such a direction -- and to good measure, as is apparent. Subsequently, he came into the acquaintance of two men whose names I cannot recall off-hand. They were to eventually take it upon themselves to seek for sponsorships for his overseas travels, often having to resort to paying out of their pockets, and assist him in submitting his papers to mathematical societies for vetting. This was to eventually be met with a very huge academic blow to the young Galois -- for they would come to have lost his transcript. Still, the presence of such mentors were truly influential in sending him along the correct path of development.

Contrast this to the world today. Few university professors can claim to have mentors under their tutelage. Sure, they might have students that had been assigned to them -- perhaps being bestowed the title of "mentee" even -- but this inevitably remains an arranged marriage. At the end of their tenure, the students move on and forget the professors; often vice versa, too.

A second factor impacting Galois must then have been his eventual access to papers published by the mathematical societies. These were the original transcripts -- the same ones other experts similarly received. Today, however, he would most undoubtedly have been denied all this. The reason is simple: economic indicators today often only consider how many people are able to read and write; beyond that, any further measure is not as forthcoming. As such, schools serve to make sure that people are generally able to read and write by such-and-such an age, and perhaps a little more complexity should be achieved by such-and-such an age. In short, everyone is forced to develop at more or less the same pace. Extrapolating from this, it is not unreasonable then that professional publications are stored in University databases and libraries and not released to the general public. In this way, if a young boy like Galois indeed wanted access to such material, he would have needed to write in for a special permit and await approval -- the paperwork alone would stifle any uprising excitement about the subject. Considering the fact then that Galois was far from proficient in basic arithmetic and most other subjects -- for he was too advanced, in the words of his teacher -- his application would have been made less credible.

Perhaps a question of education should then be asked: should it be more exclusive? When teachers have to consider a large number of students, they scarce have the time to develop each individual's potential.When the pace of education has to cater to such masses, it will always hold back some brilliant individuals. When the society has to live up to economic indicators, they will ask of students extremely gifted in one particular field to be prolific in all subjects and based on that criteria, readily fail them in school.

Reading the story of Galois, the boy who achieved so much by the age of twenty, I feel inadequate. He fought for a revolution, he wrote letters to the paper to speak out against his principal, he penned several mathematical publications. Of course, he eventually died a young man. Still he was remembered by the world. And perhaps, as a fitting tribute, his theory would eventually prove to be integral in the unlocking of Fermat's Last Theorem several decades and great minds later.

160609 / 0031

I wish I knew where to begin; wish I knew what to write.
It is a horrid cycle of self-reinforcement.
For if I could write out how I feel, then it means I have come to understand it;
And yet, because I don't, that's why I so desperately want to pen it down.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

140609 / 0030

I wish I could somehow put it all into words.
I think I'm a failure; I do not know why.
I just know.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Erling Kagge

Find Your Own North Pole
It's Possible After All
You Can't Keep Courage In A Thermos
You Have to Do It Yourself
One of the Most Important Things is to Get Up In the Morning
It Should Be A Little Bit Risky
The Kind of Loneliness That's Good For Us
Am I Happy Now?
Some Pretty Awful Failures
Why Walk When You Can Fly?
Only Someone Who Can Take Up a Burden Is Truly Free
Do Not Fear Your Own Greatness
You Can Have As Much Luck As You Want
Optimism Takes Training
The Art of Eating Small Helpings
In Praise of Habit
Your Goal Must Chase You
Why I Keep Dreaming Even When I'm Awake