Math seems to assert that everything in our universe exists within some spectrum. For example, consider the number line: a spectrum of infinitely progressing integers. The values increase in an infinitely positive direction, and decrease in an infinitely negative direction. Yet within just this single number line there are endless relationships, positions, and values that can all be described with remarkable precision and clarity. Even when you add a perpendicular number line to this original single line, you still have a Cartesian plane wherein nearly every geometric shape imaginable has a well established formula that defines its shape. We can make predictions based upon these formulae, but what does all this fancy logic really say about the universe in which we exist? It seems reasonable to infer that all matter exists within our universe in much the same way that all points of any value can exist on a Cartesian plane. But does this mean that everything can be described by a mathematical language of quantity and unique relationships and/or patterns? Is creating a universe of order really as easy as drawing perpendicular lines?
I recently had an encounter with Death. It plucked a dear family member and friend from us much too early. As could probably be expected from an experience such as this, my mind has been racing with thoughts of Death. What strikes me most is the fact that, in many ways, Death is the meaning of Life. After all, we spend our entire lives trying to come to some sort of understanding of our relationship to Death. There is a constant struggle to comport our lives with the knowledge of our impending encounter with Death. We all cope with this issue differently. Religion, mythology, philosophy and fiction have all attempted to provide us with an explanation for the mystery and tragedy inherent in Death, but in the end we are left alone to form our own relationship to and with Death.