graphs of my Universe
When's it logical
To use algebra in love?
When something's missing--
I prefer a rose bouquet
With no strict calculation.
life is sweet with roses, even when people say it’s bitter, with roses I can find what’s nice — it’s not about faking or disguising, it’s about qualifying the quantity & quantifying the quality — thankful for what’s there, accepting the gap that’s left 🍀
I stumbled upon this video in YouTube, my favourite online platform: How to Find a Spouse & Keep…. No, it’s not about that I’m religious. If the question is if I’m religious, the answer is never yes. My thinking is any idea, the responsible & fair one, coming from any faith on earth.
So the female Muslim scholar gave some advices & enlightment about marriage for women in 40’s (& above). Dr Haifa Younis calmly touched this heart & strengthened what I’ve thought about for so long. Marriage–
No, I’m not talking about the content only (marriage at 49’s or above). Connecting it to Probablity Theory in ‘ath seems more interesting to me.
If probability theory is about which ball of specific colour I will get if I blindly take one ball from a bag of hundreds or thousands or even millions of balls of different colours; life is about the bag with so many balls of colours (probabilities) decided for me based on my preparation & luck! While I can have my best preps, I still pray for the luck to take sides of me– and what colour granted to me is a combination of my preps & nature’s luck.
And yet that’s also not the point I see in the Mathematics probability. The most important thing of probability in life (to me) is about taking the bag as a whole without throwing away any balls within– any colours stay, fully accepted as the bag is handed to me. Any balls are welcomed guests to me; none is rejected when the ball is assigned for me. And that’s what I think about all probabilities in life incl but not limited to marriage.
There was time when I said no to marriage simply because of experiencing bitter & irresponsible rejection from a man back then. Yet after moving to Singapore and meeting sooo many mature & open-minded heads, I changed my mind. I became open to marriage, well preparing everyday through learning how to be a female human being and hoping for the best without pushing hard.
Preps & Luck!
If the ball is dropped for me, it is deliberately & lovingly welcome. Yet I don’t want to hurt my life to get the ball rolling.
Let life take care of it.
Probability theory in Math helps me much to accept life as it is.
Life is lighter with acceptance and a shade of letting go.
Thank you…. As always….
thank you, Ma’am for the kind reminder
When I am in love, I feel like traveling in a parabolic track and passing by its vertex, a turning point.
Vertex is either the highest or the lowest point of a parabola. It is a point in which a mirror perfectly reflects left and right sides of a parabola. It is where a journey turns to climb up or glide down depending on what direction the parabola faces.
The vertex always lies on the axis of symmetry of a parabola, which is a vertical line that divides the parabola into two equal halves. It’s no different from life journey: only when all phases are gone through, the energy will repay. When the negativity is reaching its peak, life glides to the positive side and the other way around. Life will not let someone stay too long in one side of the story. Fair. Karmic. Cause-Effect.
Loving one person with a start and an end can be a perfect parabolic line with a vertex well found: balanced, symmetrical and fair. It’s not about reciprocity at the same time about reciprocity. It’s not about a broken heart, at the same time about a broken heart. It’s a line of perceptions that bounce back and forth mirroring each other until lesson is learnt (maximum/minimum value of a vertex).
From a cone I also learnt versions of love: Circle is a perfect love. Ellipse is full love with inclination. Hyperbola is love of one person to/for more than one person. It can be romantic or not.
A lame analysis; just for fun while enjoying Jakarta (heavy) traffic ☺️
My Math is full of
You.
I will always listen to
You.
as long as you have your voice, I’ll always listen
no change to my ears, just my perspectives that are now in the dark
💙
Math of Life, Beloved
Shows beautiful spectrum.
Your equation is
Complex and with confound.
Mesmerizing.
Mine is
Basic and blunt.
Energizing.
The only same factor is
X and Y that sit at the front.
Math of Life though is fun,
Solved with nothing to be done--
RC Gorman’s work of art
This love is a math
With numbers operated
For an x to solve
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The x is always the most stubborn to solve. Or, just not even wanting to solve 😊
What’s prime number, Love?
Itself and one can divide.
Most intimate love—
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It’s just me and the one.
The one that I’ve always missed with no reason. The one that I’ve perceived but not perceivable. The one that I’ve missed and travelled for but nowhere to find. The one that I’ve felt so intimate but so distant. The one that I’ve cried for but making me smile. The one that I’ve been peaceful with but breaking my heart.
You’re a prime number, Self, one that is greater than one and can only be divided by one and itself. The rest is excluded.
What prime number are you?
Salam…. 💝
Quadrant, Beloved,
Where x and y cut a plane;
I’m the origin
Seeing you around, confused
And confusing. Layered self—
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The conversation with little brother this evening has reminded me that I’ve probably fallen in love with someone from an unfriendly quadrant— the one whose abscissa and ordinate are not well defined.
So, stand on the origin or be an origin, the zero-point-zero point. Simply will stand here and see the quadrant where my focus now is going. By standing on the pole, I’m zero, being objective about myself and anyone around me, balanced seeing negative positive, observing above below, not judging, just seeing the facts!
It feels like walking a tightrope. Balancing my observation, being honest to my own self. At the end of this rope, I’ll see his true quadrant.
I see a rabbit in you. Hope no snake comes out from you. Oops, oops! A chicken? Or a bull? 😁
No, no I wish at least I can see you unmasked. Whatever you are and so I can embark peacefully. 😋
May all beings be happy.
rike jokanan 
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