Attempts at understanding life
I’ve never reblogged a post before, but this is simply amazing and is worthy of being the first.
I also partially reblogged this because I want to let you know that I’m still alive, and I sincerely apologize for my lack of posts. I promise to get to writing soon, and will have an original post out at the latest around Thanksgiving.
(If the reception to this is good, I might end up reblogging some more interesting tidbits I read, as although my writing has suffered recently, my reading has not.)
I truly thank you for all of your continued support,
The constant functions perished first.
Everyone began planning a vigil, a sort of funerary service in honor of their memory. I don’t mean spit on anybody’s grave, but let’s be honest about who the constants were: simpletons. They stagnated in time. Never grew, never shrank, never changed. I pity them not so much for their grisly demise as for the bland, purposeless life that had come before. Call me an elitist and an unfeeling snob, but to me, a constant’s existence is no existence at all.
Not that they deserved their fate. Nobody deserves that.
I came for the vigil, of course. (I’m an exponential, not a monster.) I held my tongue and let the lower-order polynomials drain their tears on eulogies. They told anecdotes of the constants’ reliability, their steadfastness. They told self-aggrandizing stories of intersection and tangency, moments when the constants had told, say, a quadratic, something…
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