Imaginary numbers, that's what we called them when I was a kid. Things weren't so complex back then. Imaginary numbers , never turn you down, when all the others turn you away, they’re around.
Kind of like imaginary lovers.
So, I was watching this video on fractals and the math behind these self organizing structures and the math involves imaginary numbers, like, the square root of negative one, which there’s not one, because, like, a negative times a negative is a positive, so an imaginary number is basically something you just made up.
Kind of like imaginary lovers. They (them) call it the imaginary unit these days. Not the lovers, but i, that unit that is about that imaginary sqaure root of a a negative. I won’t go there, with units and lovers.
Anyway the fractals are way pretty, for sure, with the Madelbrot set and all, the repetition of form, and divergence, structured pattern, but divergently structured, add color, perhaps a dimension or nine, over time, or twenty, infinite, perfect.
So it kind of gets me thinking about matter and anti-matter, opposites, polarities, because really, negative numbers in general are pretty much made up, like, for subtraction purposes, just like polarities, I mean, how two dimensional can you get, and while we can have three things, and count ‘em (one, two, three) and we won’t get into non-duality and boundaries and all that, we’re sticking with a human scale here, you can’t have negative three of anything.
Now, somebody will jump up and start talking about debt or some such, and I’ll say, bull shit, you just made that up. Or you didn’t but somebody did, because while I might feel in my heart of hearts like I owe someone something, or someone feels the other way towards me, I’d say no, if I gifted you something, it’s because I wanted to give. I wasn’t looking to receive. Mama taught me that giving felt nicer than receiving, it was one of those core values, it was just a good thing to do, if you could. And if you’ve gifted me, I think, well, that’s real nice, thanks. I’ll feel kindly towards you, for sure. But over all, it was kind of about the idea that folks share stuff, and when times are hard, what goes around comes around.
Or maybe somebody from other school of thought will jump up and say uh uh, I got three teeth knocked out in that bike crash, so I have minus three teeth, at which point I’ll turn around and walk away, shaking my head, saying Dude, your glass is half empty, too. You’ve still actually really got plus the number you’ve got, and the other three are sitting on a bike path somewhere. It ain’t all about you.
But that’s me.
But I’m digressing.
So I got to thinking just how over the top wonderful all of my imaginary lovers have been in life, and I mean, man, that song just sang it, well, satisfaction guaranteed, we spend a third of our lives sleeping and I’ve slept with sorts of imaginary lovers, and I think about my real lovers in life, and they’ve been real, imperfect, in some ways super satisfying and sweet and grand and wonderful and in others not so much, at all, kind of like life, and really, I mean, both are awesome, the real and the imaginary.
Even the sh*tstorms. They happen for a reason.
But imaginary numbers, like imaginary lovers, were kind of created for convenience, as a way to quantify an abstraction, subtraction, just like an imaginary lover is created for perfection, or as a teacher of the imaginal realm, or as, well, a tool, as it were (and yeah, I’ll let were slide right on by there on that one), to fulfill some idea of perfection unattainable?
And it in no way has the be some objective perfection, at all, but something that was exactly what you wanted it to be? So it’s pretty important, I’d think, to keep a real firm grip on what is imaginary and what is real, whether we’re talking lovers or numbers.