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 From: (Anonymous)2007-03-11 06:12 am (UTC) (Link)
> What is it called when you're bad at telling the difference between
> things that are isomorphic?

"Being a mathematician."

(a.k.a.: "so long as they're isomorphic, who /cares/ if you can tell the difference between them?")
 From: 2007-03-11 07:45 am (UTC) (Link)
Two things that were totally isomorphic would have no differences, wouldn't they?

But most things have some symmetry broken, right?
 From: 2007-03-11 10:56 am (UTC) (Link)
Define "different".
 From: 2007-03-11 08:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
There are two different differents.

One is the essential, the other existential.

The first is defined by symmetry

The other defined by identity

Two objects could be the same in each respect

Totally symmetrical, without defect

But they would still not be the same

Because, it is quite plain

They could not occupy the same place in space
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 From: 2007-03-12 05:54 am (UTC) (Link)
That made less sense and was less pretty than my poem!
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 From: 2007-03-11 10:56 am (UTC) (Link)
"Being a mathematician."

That's a great compliment. Thanks.
 From: 2007-03-11 07:47 am (UTC) (Link)
I've always thought you were pretty. I would never say something as crude as "smoking hot", but I've always thought so. More or less. I mean, this is just a detached viewpoint, too.
 From: 2007-03-11 10:53 am (UTC) (Link)
Well, where "always" means "since February 5, 2006 at the earliest", because that's when you would have first met me. Probably.
 From: 2007-03-11 08:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
Would it be a good or bad thing if I went out and met young, shy, intelligent undergraduate students while they were still only potentially beautiful?

Kind of like I met Sophia when I thought she was an ugly boy?
 From: 2007-03-11 08:55 am (UTC) (Link)
Psst. Sorry about the late notice, but I only just decided to have it at all: traditional going-away brunch, noon tomorrow, Fong Chong's.