A most wond'rous dream ... · 2:19am Jan 28th, 2019
... I was fortunate enough to witness the other night. There must be a word for the special eagerness to share, when one should be so remarkable. I was being taught, out of doors, or listening to a professor speak in a high British or refined American accent, and the lesson was given in poetic form upon the lighting of a bird on a slender branch, just beginning to dress in a green springtime. I can recall only parts of one line: 'what of the ewes (eyes, eves) when ..." This word was symbolic of the branch, signifying some fundamental quality—some stubborn thought in the mind of nature—that would cant the bird, as it landed, to an angle prescribed by its prior attitude in flight and its
velocity
The problem at hand was the elusive tensor, of course, which I've struggled to fully comprehend for many years. I was frantic, far beyond my depth [as I'd been once or twice in the waking world], and anticipating embarrassment as I failed to grasp even what was being asked. But when I woke, and had a moment to work with pen and paper, I easily discovered the intent of the hidden professor's rhyme: to determine the components of the tensor, one must perform experiments, so to speak, by probing with the incoming and outgoing vectors, provided that their own components are not identical.
Can you see, as I could, the tresses of green angel hair hanging from the branch, and likewise from the only word(s) of the dream I could salvage, never really ending, like the avenues of their meaning? Were that moss not so tangled, there would have been three. It's a joy to believe that the sleeping mind works in surety while the wakeful one endures its daily assault.
I was human once, I think.
Poetry on multilinear algebra. *shivers of pleasure*