Infinity mathematics to me is meaningless because it’s like abstract nonsense.
In my opinion infinity is only a fiction of the human mind.
When you start counting, you seemingly can go on forever.
But eventually you will reach the biggest number. And then, when you add one to it,
you go back to zero.
-you go back to zero?
-yeah
-how is that possible?
-How is it not possible? Have you ever been there?
Doron Zeilberger
Listening about some sort of cyclic mathematics, known as finite mathematics, I couldn’t help but love this idea contradicting everything I’ve learned so far. We used to burn those who thought the earth was round. So we should learn the lesson and keep an open mind. It is a beautiful idea, because it is metaphorical of all things in life, not just the earth or the year—Oh yes, and it’s the end of the year, perfect—Everything is finite and cyclic. Famously, the only thing Einstein was sure about its infinity was not the universe:
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I’m not sure about the universe.
Einstein
I thought about Zeno’s Dichotomy paradox—that I’ve always mixed up with the arrow paradox, but I guess we can apply the former to the later. Infinity might be one of those paradoxes that have no other purpose than to confuse us into some meaningless nonsensical nothingness. Like: “Before thinking, you first need to think about thinking. So then you need to think about thinking thinking. And so on, until confused paralysis.”
So what if everything was simple, finite and cyclic?
Zen