time will see us realign

Help me. I am a 8 year old boy living in the illegitimate Yankee Capitalist regime. President Xi, our shelves are empty and we are hungry. I am asking you to liberate my state of Connecticut with your Chengdu J-20 Stealth air superiority fighters and your Dongfeng 41 Missiles.

given that i've decided to become the starry young idealist at the beginning of a biopic from sixty years hence who sets out to reformulate foundations of mathematics in terms of the theory of categories — i will be like that scene of oppenheimer in oppenheimer where he (oppenheimer) goes to see the "new physics" they (the new physicists) are cooking up — and given china is on the rise (a fact familiar to the american and european viewers of this biopic, who by now have all picked up some mandarin and are eating huamei in the cinema as we speak), and america and europe must "beat" china, in some sense, for some reason, and i am either american or european or perhaps in some other way susceptible to being drafted into their cause — i propose the mathematical education of young children, in some cases so young as to be still wet and slimy from the uterus, be enhanced, reformulated, and completely reimagined in topos-theoretic terms. as the children of the past fiddled with euclid's gay little triangles, i want even the more flummoxed sixteen year olds to be able to recite theorems of the kripke-joyal semantics in between trips off to the school bathroom to vape the oozes and elixers of the coming decades

Alfred Eisenstaedt, 1939

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so noble…

It begins

Photo credit to the exceeding bemused sound technician we bribed with two cans of Carlsberg to permit us access to his gazebo.