She Sells Sanctuary

And underneath it all, underneath it all she yearns to break free, to shine unfiltered, and all she needs is the word of reassurance, and everything will be alright, and she won't need the layers anymore—and she's but his dream, the one insecure girl, one to whom he speaks but a reassuring or flattering phrase and she melts like snow on the tongue. She doesn't exist, though; they never exist. It's not that easy; they aren't that simple; they're *people*, damnit! I try to convince him, I try with what little capacity for communication I have, but just like I can't teach anyone algebra, I can't teach anyone to drop the fantasies before they hurt someone. In fact, that little response to flattery would be so unsatisfying, I tell him, but he understands neither the concept of reciprocal intellectualism nor the fundamentals of trust, especially complete trust. Ladies and gentlemen, pornography is not the objectification of women. Innocent, naive, essentially effeminate high school boys' fantasies, which I cannot dispel even in an undergraduate engineering student, are the objectification of women.

So I wonder, could this misunderstanding of people be linked to the misunderstanding of mathematics these people have? I remember my universal epiphany, when I learned to agree with Robert A. Heinlein before I knew what he wrote. He wrote that everything can be expressed mathematically. What he did not write: the logical extension of Heinlein's Law, that everything existing is mathematical in nature, and to intentionally contradict this nature is to request destruction. Chaos is regrettable at best.

Also, note that your own lack of comprehension does not defy the nature of an entity; the structure may be too complex for your tiny little brain to analyze. Then again, everything has an infinite order of simplicity, so even examining the fractal within your domain will reveal the pattern, and from this the universe itself can be described. Philosophers who fail to understand this fail to grasp reality and thereby fail to announce a valid philosophy. Sorry, Nietzsche, you suck. Make room for Frankl and people who can think. Hell, even John Gardner recognized your mistakes. I hope I misunderstand you, because I hate to add you to the blacklist of Chaos Proponents.

I only recently (read: within the past year) removed women from this list.

I got out of bed to write this, even though I need sleep like you wouldn't believe. I hope you're happy, because I interrupted a perfectly continuous function to provide you with some input. Process it and return a value; that's what makes the world go 'round.