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Complex Numbers
Complex Numbers
A complex number is expressed in the standard form a + bi, where a and b are real numbers and i is defined by i^2 = -1 (that is, i is the square root of -1). For example, 3 + 2i is a complex number.
The bi term is often referred to as an imaginary number (though this may be misleading, as it is no more "imaginary" than the symbolic abstractions we know as the "real" numbers). Thus, every complex number has a real part, a, and an imaginary part, bi.
Complex numbers are often represented on a graph known as the "complex plane," where the horizontal axis represents the infinity of real numbers, and the vertical axis represents the infinity of imaginary numbers. Thus, each complex number has a unique representation on the complex plane: some closer to real; others, more imaginary. If a = b, the number is equal parts real and imaginary.
Very simple transformations applied to numbers in the complex plane can lead to fractal structures of enormous intricacy and astonishing beauty.
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Tell us a fact about one of your ancestors. Where does your family come from? How far back can you trace your ancestry?
Real family or birth family?
It only matters in terms of what you're trying to prove for yourself, I suppose. Birth family contributes genetics, obviously. As I've noted before, though, I have no real interest in seeking them out. Last thing I need at my age is to find another mother. Yes, I know who she is. As of a couple of years ago, she was still alive. Still no interest in contacting her.
As for real family, I talked about them in my last entry. So here's a fact I don't think I've disclosed: One of my grandmothers died in 1918. Dad never told me how; I think the memory was always too painful for him, even though he would have been too young to remember her. From what I've been able to piece together, I suspect it was the flu epidemic that was rampant at the time.
And that's as far back as it goes. Like most people, I suppose, I got curious after a while, and when the internet made it possible for me to be lazy and still determine my heritage, I tried tracing it back. My legal name is extremely rare, so I figured it should be easy, right? Nope. Grandparents, end of story, as if they sprang from the ether to which my lineage will return when I'm gone.
Well, that's not entirely true. I know who my maternal great-grandfather was. From him descended not only my grandfather and mother - neither of whom was in any way famous - but a particular family who shall remain nameless for security reasons, but whose influence on the world is decidedly malign. Sometimes you learn things you'd rather not.
In the words of both Popeye and God, I am what I am. I don't need to trace lineage back to find myself; I'm right here. I might as well be a child of Earth; apart from visible features such as the pale skin and blue eyes that marks me as primarily of Northern European extraction, there's nothing to prove anything for or against a heritage from anywhere on the planet. I am, in short, a lineage of one, world without end, amen. Even that is merely an accident of genetics, which I've already argued against as a meaningful measure of anything.
There's a freedom in that, you know. I'm not boxed in (well, apart from having a fractured relationship with the accursed daystar, which keeps me from frolicking in the outdoors - pale skin, remember). There are enough factors keeping us apart from each other; why not just acknowledge our shared humanity and not worry about artificial divisions? Go back far enough and we're all descended from the same (relatively) hairless ape, anyway.
I mean, I get wanting to know where you come from. I just think it's more relevant to know where you're going. |
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