My Computer Science and Engineering Master’s degree consisted mostly of maths subjects. Mostly because I did the “Pick the subjects your interested in as long as you pick the core courses of at least one SIG so that you can graduate there” and chose mostly maths topics.
During secondary school, I remember thinking “What if I join a monastery”. That thought crossed my mind multiple times. (I just craved some peace and quiet.) But I also thought what a dumb idea.
You know, in hindsight, maths sometimes gave me these revelations that felt like divine inspiration. Something simple like boolean logic gave me some insights that I craved. I remember the open house day at Eindhoven University of Technology, where the study counsellor said “This is a study that requires you to understand, deeply. Just doing what we tell you won’t be enough.” Now that appealed to me. I wanted to understand how things work. Even though I didn’t have great grades in secondary school due to the insanity at home, my maths teacher had seen my aptitude. And since I had recognized that art school wasn’t going to pay the bills, I picked this direction instead. This was the first time someone had hinted at the chance of understanding something. Understanding, that’s what I needed.
During my Bachelor’s degree and Master’s degree, neurons fired and connections were laid that, I’m sure, later contributed to my anatheism, my return to God. Not only that, I experienced those moments where something clicked. That’s a skill I needed, to study something until it clicked. And to transform a problem until you could solve it, that’s a major feature of that education, too. It helped me figure out so many things. Those are the skills that are to this day helping me improve my life.
You don’t have to read tea leaves to see the shape of the universe. Since the universe is fractals all the way down, you can see the larger patterns by studying the smaller ones.
Here’s a tiny little blip of knowledge: False implies anything.
In boolean logic, you have true and false. I’m not going to repeat how it works, you can search online. But the statement I’ll make here is about the proposition “false => anything“. From false, you can deduce anything. As a teacher used to say “If leprechauns exist, they are purple.” Because, haha, leprechauns don’t exist, so you can make any claim you want about them. Who’s going to check? But what if you insisted that leprechauns exist, what if you believed it yourself? Then you could also believe they are purple, or orange, or green. In other words, when you start with a lie, it’s no holds barred. Once you start to lie, even a little one, there’s no reason why you couldn’t claim that you are the sole and rightful owner of the sun. You could claim that everybody should stop breathing. False implies anything. But interestingly, it also implies the truth. From the lie, if you take it far enough, you may eventually stumble upon the truth, because false also implies true (that is, everything). And since consciousness is primary, synchronicity will ensure that you undoubtedly will. Start lying, and you’ll eventually hit that brick wall of reality.
There’s enough pressure in this world to start lying. “It’s better to be kind than right” is such a pressure point. Most of society would rather have the comfortable white lie than the truth. But as Jesus said, if they want you to walk one mile, walk two. He knew that if you started on the wrong path, if you persisted, you would eventually find truth. Cold, hard, comforting truth. Which is probably why people who never take it all the way also don’t have their big revelation and wake up call. They stay in the gray area, where they tell themselves it’s not so bad to tell a white lie. Take it all the way, lie about big things, and you’ll fall flat on your face and if you’re lucky, you get to see with your own eyes some signs of the divinity underlying the universe.
Oh and it isn’t true what they say about leprechauns. Just check my illustrations, mine have peach colored skin and wear blue.