Dear, B____

Dear,
B____

It was in my dream, that you'd be published in science on 12/3/21. It will be clear to everyone who you are. You will be published in "Science".

I would like to put forth my scientific mind, to describe something I've learned today. That is the last principle of Euclid, that there cannot be infinity, in finite spaces. I was looking up the Square Roots and how to calculate them. I was thinking about how much Square Roots are needed in Quadratic Formulas. I thought about Planck Lengths. What I discerned is that the square root we understand on a calculator is defined by infinite values. That the square root method I was taught could be used to find the practical square root of anything.

For, Geometry is interesting. Being that it is like Euclid's problem, that finite spaces cannot contain infinity, the measurement of a square root is only needed to the practical decimal point by which we can actively measure. That our measurements are fine, when doing things like carpentry, where the approximate measurement to the decimal we are working on is perfectly adequate. Therefore, Square Roots can practically be figured for by using simple arithmetic, in practical places. As the likelihood of needing a figure squared to its infinite variable is only as necessary as the decimal place needed. Which, can be measured down to a Planck length, and no further. I think you will use this to get yourself published. This secret knowledge that I have worked out.

The interesting thing, is that Pi can only be calculated down to the thirty fourth or thirty fifth decimal place. To be honest, it seems like the negative square to the decimal place is the only relevant number, and sure enough, the Planck length I saw has 616 in the digit. Meaning it is likely you will steal this. For no purpose. For I am the true genius who came up with the notion. But, fortuitously, you have stifled my success for right now. Being that you are 22 at your age. We are ten years apart, but I have seen you once occupying the same house I used to lived at.

No, I am on to you. You are a polymath, only because I am a polymath. You have mastered both science and art because I have. You stole from me. And certainly, my theory is not yours. For, I merely say that limitations within math consequentially require that finite numbers be used, and rounding, and estimates, and at the very best--- A perfect Circle might not actually yield the calculus digits of Pi. Certainly, if expanded into Gethem or Jotunheim as I like to call it, there'd certainly be even more digits. You will actually measure it, though. Consequentially, that is how the world shall know who you are. For, I will be rich and famous. I already am rich in knowledge. But I will not be published in science. For I am not a scientist. And you---yes, I dare say you are.

Let it be known that I have knowledge, and you do not. For you are Death. You have no wisdom. You have no knowledge. You have no activity. You have no planning. You have no kindness. You have nothing in you except what is vile, and twisting with writhing passions and sinew. I do think you will take from me this pitiful idea. To me, it is merely a toy. One novel idea I had created, and one by which I am pleased to understand like the uses of Geometry. To you, however---because you are stupid---it is an idea unworthy for me to have. For I shan't use it like you. I shan't understand it like you. And certainly, there's nothing to really understand except that Planck Lengths are not the limit of the universe. It shall go deeper, for space is infinite. But, I liken it to a novel idea that of matter, it is the smallest possible unit we know of. And the reason I am wiser than you, is that I can see in-between the gaps of Planck Lengths. And that is why I shall never be published in science. But, you... I do believe I shall never see it, but will rather be a rival to you in every way. I am smarter than you. I am wiser than you. I am better than you. And I shall have a more beautiful bride than you. I shall have happier children than you. I shall understand the very secrets of the world while you eat the crumbs I left, for I certainly find it unimportant. This is unimportant. To me, it is just a proof of God's existence. Yet, you will twist it into something otherwise.