Mathematics.

I have been ordered to write about maths today.

That's cool. I take orders. From some people, at least. So mathematics it will be.

According to an un-namable someone, "maths is the language of the universe". Take it to mean whatever you want it to mean. Apparently it has something to do with making discoveries and building bombs. Right...

By the sounds of it, though, it seems that this person is viewing maths in a positive light. If that is the case, I would have to agree. I've always been quite the maths fan. Wouldn't go as far to say it is the universal language, but there is a certainty about it that I like. None of this arguing/debating/justifying nonsense. Because what's right is right. What's wrong is wrong.

It's also rather satifsying, that, after a whole heap of working, crossing out here, crossing out there, arrows here, arrows there, page almost ripped apart with all the rubbing out... that you can finally write "LHS=RHS" and "QED". For those that don't know, the latter is an abbreviation for "quod erat demonstrandum" - i.e. "which was necessary to be demonstrated". That's right. Being able to prove something through maths. Having something you are sure about, being certain. Can't be bad.

But doing maths all day can get a bit tiresome. All those numbers and symbols and graphs and x's and y's... one is bound to go crazy.

Sure. It's language of the universe.

But even the most talkative person in the world quietens down and goes to bed sometimes.