#euclides

"(...) As coisas que se ajustam uma à outra são iguais entre si; o todo é maior que a parte e duas retas não contêm uma área."

«§ 3. También sabe que la nada no puede producir un ser; por lo tanto, que hay algo eterno. Además, el hombre sabe, por una certidumbre intuitiva, que la pura nada no puede mejor producir un ser real que ser igual a dos ángulos rectos. Si hay alguien que no sepa que la nada, o la ausencia de todo ser, no puede ser igual a dos ángulos rectos, será imposible que pueda conocer cualquiera de las demostraciones de Euclides. Si, por lo tanto, conocemos que hay algún ser real y que el no ser no puede producir ningún ser real, resulta una demostración evidente que desde la eternidad ha habido algo, puesto que lo que no es desde la eternidad ha tenido un comienzo, y lo que ha tenido un comienzo debe haber sido producido por alguna otra cosa.»

John Locke: Ensayo sobre el entendimiento humano. Fondo de Cultura Económica, pág. 622. México, 1999

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@bocadosdefilosofia

Este libro "The First Six Books of Euclid", de Oliver Byrne (1810-1880), no tuvo muy buenas ventas cuando se editó por primera vez. Hoy está reconocido como una pieza maestra del diseño.

Said companion was wearing a dark colored robe like a haori, with the hood hung low over her eyes. A Servant from Greece or related to the general Mediterranean Sea, the same as Circe… at least that’s what I was thinking, but she also had a peculiar atmosphere that made it so I could not say with certainty that’s all there was to her. (An unknown female Servant… and one who’s totally unbothered in the face of that witch… who could it be…?) I leaned forward a bit in my chair to try and get a peek. A ceramic-like pale complexion with a melancholy tone to it, alongside long unkempt wavy hair. She has a bigger stature than Circe’s, though still fairly petite in size nevertheless. The embroidery on her robe seems to be geometrical patterns, but they aren’t something I’m familiar with so I can’t identify a particular cultural sphere from which they originate.

(...Agh, I shouldn’t have done that.) Before I’d even noticed she was staring right back. Peeking out from deep in the dark shading under her hood, a sharp pair of amber eyes was watching.

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“Your True Name is ‘Voyager’, is it not? Allow me to give a tentative self-introduction of my own–” With her hood down Euclides reveals to us a clear view of her self, one that has the appearance of a young lady while still giving off an exceedingly mature look. Her physique is fairly slim and her eyes contain an expression of wickedness, giving the impression that she is in a horrendous mood at all hours on the clock. “I am Euclides. A Servant that descends from beyond, a Foreigner.”

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“Your group is… You are middle school students, are you not? What happened to school? I don’t find skipping to be praiseworthy.” Upon being called out straight to our faces, both Karin and I cringe with a jolt before shrugging our shoulders. At the same time, in comes Voyager with a far too candid follow-up. I mean seriously, he really held nothing back. “Erice, she, you know, really hates school.” No way, I don’t hate studying and stuff at all. But it was too late, the woman’s eyebrows had furrowed and she had drawn away from us in shock. Her lips were trembling. “So that’s how it is…? That sort of thing is… Not very Euclidean of you…” I thought I was about to get reprimanded by some stranger in a place like this, but instead the reverse came true as the girl suddenly became crestfallen and dropped into a depression. Not only that, she was even timidly pushing strawberries around with her fork.

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