a theology of mathematick

numbers go peculiar in the years after the takings and always they lack the power to get away

its because of the names some say numbers were never designed to be caged in definitions

nine seduces me at the cosine hex club with an unexpected angle and the fictions are complex enough to create imaginary persons arising as structures to perceive realities existing in these abstract entities such that quantity becomes a physical quality of word

as soon as you abduct a number from its natural home  seize it from the intuitive lands  and give it over to graspability  regardless of how comfortable its life might become  its innate vitality diminishes and what you then might see is not anything of the number but your own insecurities

everyone knows the estrangement between theology and mathematics  number and god  mysticism and science  counting and oneiricism  has been growing and is bad for human and planetary health

as the poets say all is war but what they dont tell us is that the only wars between words and numbers  a war neither can win and humans forced to take sides and the pay poor and any promotion is to death  and so humans fight one another on behalf of forces indifferent to them  being used indiscriminately for prelapsarian purposes

pythagoras roaming in the ecstatic geometry of its cultic esotatica knows in its viscera the sanctitude of manifolds and the one thats present in all  not just the many ones but nines and fours and sixes and fractures and even the odd zero in its joyful bashfulness and witty modesty prowling among the conjecturing shapes

that numbers in their potent abstractionality are incapable of or refuse to dialogue easefully with other creatures in the spiritual realms could only be a conviction of the insane

numbers draw me into a dream and i see science leave its lab and go walking into the forest and there loses time and drops its measure

i enter the zeroversity of number and a curriculum garishly poses   patalinguistic theolunacies of number  some phenomenologies of zero  the interpretations of dreams of affine transformations  probabilistic geometries of an absent god  the nonexistence of one  ratio as mind  the middle of number  zeroverses of i  were all uncanny mathematicians   with as much seriousness and credibility as proofs of tessellated fields of the boundedness of optimal differentials by moduli cohomologies in equidistributed perfectoids lacking automorphic normalizations

i approach the notwill of number and in their sleepiness and drunkenness voyeur as they copulate on beds of questions  in their notness slumbering in crises of identity  chatting with them when theyre young and silly and full of possibility  before assuming hard social identities

give a child of a certain age two blocks and ask it how many blocks there are and what will it say? two perhaps  one  even three or nine or zero  it might say blue or silly jammies or monster nothing halafaf   it wouldnt be wrong   the child knows that counting  while existing quite legitimately on rationalitys enclosed steppes  is nomadic  comfortable in many environs and curves  whereas the adult has typically come to know that rational realm as numbers only habitat  its cage of action and determinant of time & destiny

one sun  one moon  one god  one love  one pole  one the  one one

no one on fucking jupiters a monist

the number of memberships in number a number maintains varies according to contextual data no one has full access to

my mathematics is the purest mathematics  far purer than the pure  for it cant be used for anything  even pleasure or beauty  maintaining a radical separation from the human love of destruction

writing number isnt something you can do until you see number strip in a galactic burlesque and laugh alongside its horny wit and ionic vacancies

all numbers  like justice love madness suffering  are uncountable

number a novel writes me and i decount the countings and decant the war