Hillarity: Collected Musings

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neil-gaiman:

This just arrived in my inbox. They are recording the Neverwhere Radio series right this moment.

Best cast. Best adapter-director. Best everything. AND I AM NOT EVEN IN THE SAME COUNTRY AS THEM.

(I’ll try to reblog the first person who identifies everyone in the photo correctly. I’ll give you a clue to start you off with: Benedict Cumberbatch is on the left and he is playing the Angel Islington.)

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itsallsofuckingbeautiful:

Klein bottles are inherently fascinating. An object that for all intents and purposes, that is utterly useless except in its ability to describe the failing of mathematics, and the human mind as a result.

My dad bought me one for my twentieth, and I honestly believe it is the most amazing thing in human comprehension… Or out of it.

Klein bottles are constructed out of one side of glass. I’ll let that sink in for a second: it only has one; a singular side. Even more perplexing is the inability for human language or mathematics to come up with descriptive tense for it: due to mathematics failing when presented with a Klein bottle, it has no theoretical volume. Despite this, it can hold volume, even though it has none of its own.
Even more confusing, is that it is technically a four dimensional object: an linear object that as you fill, defies physics and technically time itself. Being a single sided object, it is non orientable: imagine for example a piece of paper with only one side. if you look at the edge, Which side is the side faces left? Which faces right?
The answer? Neither exists.

In all intents and purposes Klein a purely intangible: whilst it is possible to own one, it does not exist. Being entirely unfathomable in depth and volume, it technically encompasses all things: at this moment in time you are both inside and outside of every Klein bottle in existence. A step further highlights human fallibility even more: it is a four dimensional object, that is bound in three dimensions, disregarding the fourth.

The thing I like about Klein bottles is their simple complexity: entirely unfathomable yet entirely simple: it is just a mass of glass shaped to become itself. But it has no mass at all, and whilst you may use three grams of glass to make it, once it reaches that shape, it has no mass at all. This is the limit of human understanding. This is where we lose our knowledge, this is where every single thing we, you, and I know, means nothing. And it’s just a simple glass bottle. So simple, and yet so exquisitely, impossibly, outrageously complex.
My Klein bottle both encompasses you, and you encompass it. But our minds cannot encompass anything.

Ladies and gentleman, I present to you the true manifestation of the end of human understanding, more complex than infinite black holes: the Klein bottle. The only form in the world that both exists, and doesn’t.

I made this post to highlight a point I couldn’t explain but wanted to. Everything we know, everything we experience is subject to our own failings, or successes as they may be.

True understanding of the world, is to accept that we understand nothing, even understanding itself.

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