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Name: Waffles!
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| As we rise above the haze,
we are reminded of the promise:
The journey that we shall undertake through storm and sea
converges on the steady, the sound, the safe.
We trust in this promise -
held by those ever unseen,
in the care of those never to be seen again,
carried by years of hidden effort unquestioned.
On whom should we rely and trust?
Not in the nameless man envious in his glare,
but in the flimsy pieces of metal
supported by naught but wind and word?
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| The sirens sing their song
of beauty and mystery entwined -
it captures mortal curiosity ever long,
as it rolls out its name through the heavens.
Hiding its nature without disguise
when it announces its arrival.
In thunder it rings o'er the skies
as the sirens sing their song.
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| There are children born every day.
As parents or as siblings or just as a friendly face, we introduce them to this world.
And a strange world it is.
New.
Odd.
Confusing.
Labyrinthine.
Now imagine...
A child is born.
It is left to fend for itself.
By some magic, he stays alive.
What is his view of the world?
Distorted?
Confused?
Or is it just different?
Is it necessarily wrong?
Everything towers above him, like giants.
Nothing makes sense to him.
People are skyscrapers, prancing about in leaps and bounds.
How does the child interpret the world?
What does he think?
What is on his mind?
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| This song is great... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTby_e4-Rhg
It's also one of the biggest reasons I'll probably keep doing math in college.. 
Finite Simple Group (of Order Two)
The Klein Four Group
The path of love is never smooth
But mine's continuous for you
You're the upper bound in the chains of my heart
You're my Axiom of Choice, you know it's true
But lately our relation's not so well-defined
And I just can't function without you
I'll prove my proposition and I'm sure you'll find
We're a finite simple group of order two
I'm losing my identity
I'm getting tensor every day
And without loss of generality
I will assume that you feel the same way
Since every time I see you, you just quotient out
The faithful image that I map into
But when we're one-to-one you'll see what I'm about
'Cause we're a finite simple group of order two
Our equivalence was stable,
A principal love bundle sitting deep inside
But then you drove a wedge between our two-forms
Now everything is so complexified
When we first met, we simply connected
My heart was open but too dense
Our system was already directed
To have a finite limit, in some sense
I'm living in the kernel of a rank-one map
From my domain, its image looks so blue,
'Cause all I see are zeroes, it's a cruel trap
But we're a finite simple group of order two
I'm not the smoothest operator in my class,
But we're a mirror pair, me and you,
So let's apply forgetful functors to the past
And be a finite simple group, a finite simple group,
Let's be a finite simple group of order two
(Oughter: "Why not three?")
I've proved my proposition now, as you can see,
So let's both be associative and free
And by corollary, this shows you and I to be
Purely inseparable. Q. E. D.
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| Solution to every problem in Calculus:
-Find out what you wish you had.
-Put it there.
Solution to every problem in life:
-Find out what you wish you had.
-Put it there.
Q.E.D.
I'm beginning to like calculus...
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