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Uterus
Sorry !
Paris, January 17th, 2005
While writing this a week ago, a pain started forming between the eyes. This is something that happens 4 times a week, I did not pay much attention to it.
We are 10 days later.
Had a gun been offered, the temptation would have been great;
I hope that the Glubs make no sense to most of you. In the French "L'Express", a book by a learned Art French Historian was reviewed; She exposed the correlation between the Artist's suffering and the distortion imposed by the Artist on the World through his paintings.
If you do understand what I write about in the Glub World, please accept my condolences. Nobody should suffer that much.
I feel no shame when told that I am crazy. For us that are crazy, the only ones to be cried upon are those accepting this World and it's unbearable pains as something normal.
For us men, <<He-whose-name-should-not-be-pronounced>> created the Women to make the World Life endurable;
How do women endure this world ?
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Good Morning Glubs
Regretfully, students, your results on the test concerning the reproductive system of the Humans were very bad.
To quote one of you whom I shall have the decency not to name:
<< the Humans fell in love and then made love and a new Human was born>>
Please, stop laughing Glubs, I am sure, little Red Haired Glub with the Nice Freckles meant this as an essay in poetry and did not intend this to be read as a biological essay.
Students, I do not really blame you; it is inconceivable for us that reproduction be anything else than adding two matrixes, multiplying them, dividing them, averaging them.
How can we then understand that the Humans were able to procreate when they could not even know their own matrix, far less the matrix value of the partners?
If we can believe the documents found, the Humans attached the uttermost importance to the appearance of the external rows and columns of the matrixes, and it is even stranger that the numbers which were not properly aligned which we called the two upper bulges and the lower bulge were given a predominant importance for reproduction.
How lucky we are, Glubs, that we have been able, through evolution to order our matrixes so that they are now flat, sorted and ordered
Let us go back to the reproduction system of the Humans.
It would seem that one Human Imperfect Matrix would spend all his life trying to put some kind of order into his rows and columns so as to get the matrix balanced; they called this happiness;
As obviously you cannot balance a matrix were numbers were missing or faulty or misplaced, the Humans would seek other Humans, if they found the numbers they needed, they proclaimed that they had fallen in love and they would then try to add the two matrixes.
Any Glub, even Big Ugly Glub with the Bulging Eyes who is trying to approach little shinny Glub, yes you, Ugly Glub, you Ugly Glub could possibly understand that finding the missing figures in another Human did not mean that this Human would fin his missing numbers in You.
Some Humans were known to have found the missing numbers immediately. Two mathematical geniuses of this time were Romeo and Juliet, but apparently they were so clumsy that when one wanted to add his matrix, the other wanted to average it, as a result both matrixes collapsed.
Well Glubs, as I say to my colleagues, to have knowledge, even too have much knowledge, is possibly a good thing but dangerous if you do not have, as I have, the deep feeling for the timing of events. Not that I want to criticize my younger colleagues in any way.
Let us assume that a plus Human with a lower matrix bulge would find a minus Human with two protuberant Bulge containing the numbers they were looking for.
Apparently, after having explored the numbers and found them to fit their matrix, they would start the rubbing ceremony.
We have nothing in mathematics which tells us why they felt compelled to rub one another so energetically. One could of course assume that they were testing the fitness of the hypothesis and trying to get rid of abnormalities.
Well Glubs, now, even you Big Ugly Glub and please stop licking Little Fair Hair Glub, yes Ugly Glub, what would be the outcome of the rubbing ceremony?
What did you say, stupid Ugly Glub? two flat surfaces? I am afraid, Ugly Glub that you have not been properly connected and that I am therefore obliged to send you for recycling to DELLete you.
Yes, Red Haired Glub with the sex tentacles?
Indeed, out of the rubbing, a new very simple matrix was created;
That matrix had an unbelievable property, it was inflatable. It would start with a few rows and columns and end with billions of rows and columns, but of course, most of them being arranged in a totally faulty way.
Students, we are now reaching the crucial point, the question were none of you was able to give a correct answer.
Students, the question was:
<< Were they matrixes? >>
I was aware that this was a very demanding question but I assumed that having been my students and having had the privilege to see a beautiful Glub Matrix constructing and deconstructing its structures, you might have been able to give a semblance of answer;
Well, students as you failed, I will Try again.
You see Students, the Humans were able to perform a mathematical feast that even the Best Glubs, I mean my assistant with the untidy hair and the long tongue called Oil-Stone cannot emulate.
My calculations leave no room to uncertainty.
The minor matrix was inside the major Matrix.
More than that, while we could possibly conceive of a matrix inside another matrix, at the present time we are unable to model an inside matrix which is mathematically related to the containing matrix, which draws it's strength from the outside matrix yet at the same time providing strength to the Outside matrix.
At a time we thought that the problem would be easy to solve as the baby matrix was enveloped carefully in the uterus which is some kind of inflatable porous structure similar to the Grids we use for our Matrixes.
Now Glub students, I can see that you all wonder how the baby matrix could get out of the Mother Matrix?
Well, students, nothing like a demonstration to understand reality.
Operators, kindly bring in the Embryo Prepared Human Material which is going to produce a Baby Human!
You are amazed, are you not Glub students? How could this Minus Human suddenly develop this huge bulge in the middle without exploding? You also wonder whether you are in danger should it explode.
Be peaceful Glubs, this procedure you are going to witness, while for us Glubs totally disgusting, was for the Human material normal and painless.
Assistant, why are you pulling on my mouse like this? Oh, I see, you want me to notice that the baby extraction procedure has started. Very Good!
Students, I wish to draw your attention to some theories offered by some of my best friends in the Academic community, theories which out of respect for our friendship I must reject.
Students, you will notice during the extraction procedure of the baby Human some rhythmic distortions of the vibrations. As I said, some of my friends have proposed that these vibrations would be some kind of signal emitted by the Minus Human to express pain and danger. I regret to say that this idea is Utterly Ridiculous!
Students, we have to use basic common sense. Which living organism would be able to reproduce if this reproduction was linked to some kind of pain and danger? Quite obviously, nature in its wisdom has made it so that the birth of the baby Human will be a source of great pleasure and rewards.
So, my colleagues, probably shamed by being once more wrong, asked me, why is the Minus Human producing these rhythmic vibrations which for simplification purposes we shall call shouting?
Glubs, any ideas?
Yes, little Red Haired Glub with the beautiful freckles?
You would like to see if you could also feel the pleasure of shouting in this rhythmic way?
How interesting Red Haired Glub, as we are a bit short of time now, will you kindly come to my Office this evening to see if we can practice a bit of rhythmic shouting?
The text stopped here, not because it was finished, but because of the pain. It was to last a week.
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