Dialogue

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ennui: I dreamt of Pi last night. The second time like an apparition. We were friends.

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ergo: I do not find any meaning to this.

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ennui: It's not supposed to mean anything. Given all the numbers I've found, there is no syntax yet.

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ergo: The ability to read syntagmatically comes with experience.

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ennui: I know, yet it's a strange feeling where you think you know all the permutations but in the end, still find yourself at a loss.

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ergo: There are other numbers out there. Other constants. Why not look for them?

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ennui: I am. I try. It's all too exhausting putting out so much energy into finding the connection between numbers. I'm not that good with math.

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ergo: But the point of mathematics is in its application to human existence. You have your own number. Use it.

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ennui: I'm afraid people don't understand my language.

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ergo: The language of numbers is universal.

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ennui: It is, but permutations are arbitrary. I have let go of Pi, yet being the constant that it is, it comes back 360 degrees later.

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ergo: That is the universe running its cycles. Go and study the patterns, apply what you discover for something new.

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ennui: I am not hopeless am I?

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ergo: No, but hope puts randomness in order.

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