“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
Sunday, December 15, 2024
Time to Cut the Strings of String Theory
The Mathematics of Wishes
...that knots become sheaths in multi-dimensional spaces
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