Functors from school mathematics
I saw, tattooed on the face of one translucent darkness, a triangle; it must have been 1, 2, or 3 AM that fateful morning. As usual there was no triangle adorning the surface holding back the heavenly bodies from crashing my private party here on earth; just 3 stars
1, 2, 3
about whom I have been rhyming
dots, arrows, triangles
with good reason (i.e. I skipped [nursery] school–playin truant).
1, 2, 3
(2 – 1), (3 – 2), (3 – 1)
1, 1, 2
2 = 1 + 1
(3 – 1) = (3 – 2) + (2 – 1)
a ‘is less than or equal to’ b ‘is less than or equal to’ c
(b – a), (c – b), (c – a)
(c – a) = (c – b) + (b – a)
0 = a – a
Welcome to the category of categories!
Note to philosophers reclining in academia: go away.
I might, if you annoy me anymore with your paradoxes, call my cousins in the government and have your school’s tax-exempt status yanked. Trust me, when I say, you will feel: the dent in your direct-deposit!
I see no reason why hardworking taxpayers have to pay for your gray detritus.
To be continued…
P.S. I owe an apology, a sincere apology to the governments–to useful furniture. You see I have been cussing at the tables and chairs every time I bang my knee or squish my toe nails while pacing back and forth absent-mindedly. Yelling ‘I DEMAND’ at the government only makes my throat hoarse without making the pain hurt any less; I simply have to rearrange the furniture–heavy it may be–to cater to our collective needs. Sorry Government!