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Most interesting dream snippet this week: seeing Winnie the Pooh sitting on a couch... as a war general. To paraphrase the internet: whut?

There's a 0 sitting over there, on his haunches. Phantom keeper of addition; passgate to the realm of depth: a + 0 = a, ∃(-a) s.t. a + -a = 0.

In the other world is 1, anchor to multiplication. She reaches down to guide the flipped-overs, bringing them back around to herself.

They are the guards of it, the fundamentals, false and true, on and off. But their lives are separate without the bridge, the twisting graphite, the unlit black of zeroed lights. The proof that writes over the breach, that lets 0 multiply. The breath of cognition that opens the door of addition to 1.

How do you get to 1, having only 0? Or to 0, having only 1? Is it possible? From no bit to every. Information! Where is the shining chain that says 0 and 1 stand next to each other, and we can walk there from here, the verb that connects the two universal nouns? The gymnastic flip-flop that says if we can do this thing, we can repeat over and over until everything exists? Zero and one leapfrogging over one another until they've flung out the universe, entire, of all the substance man can imagine and plenty more that he can't.

What made this pair, this first couple? What reached out into nonexistence to make them be: both at once, even if we only saw one of them at the beginning? (the other had to be there, you see, we just hadn't realized that yet)

1+0 = 1

(1)(0) = 0

Stacked and through, they appear in the pair. The bit, the pattern. Echoed only once more, by the faerie children, twinned of -1. Dwellers in half-existence. If the first bit was the form, the second is the magic. Through and stacked.

-i + i = 0

(-i)(i) = 1

But that is another story.

Reality check. [/mathgeeking]