The original Man was the first to think, “you know, it might be a good idea to wipe my ass after I shit!” he was the first nigga who said, “What’s that grumbling in my stomach?” He realized he was hungry! Niggaz today see their ancestors as having worn gold Nike anklets, and bracelets, and big ass NBA diamonds in their ears from the get go. Naw nigga! Now Cipher! You was literally ass- out on the 'African' plain figuring shit out as you went. Can you imagine the first nigga who had to learn about lions the hard way?! That Lion was a lesson like a movafucka! The first word a nigga learned was “Dead” which meant in Original Asiatic Nigganese that ‘Niggaz don’t come back after lions attack’.
I need not add the countless generations forsaken, ironically forsaken because of their lack of scientific pursuit in lifetimes haunted by hand to mouth struggle. And with the evolution and advent of imprisoning religious paradigms ever emerging from man’s collective unconscious they cohesively held us together in small groups, communities, and societies, making human bonds a tad bit stronger. We were glued together by story tellers and their fables, wandering from place to place to learn more about this rock beneath our feet and our place on it. As time moved on, pillars like Jesus, Buddha, Muhammad and other patriarchs came and went, and man’s collective psyche continued to search for trillions of years until it found a million new saints to unconsciously manufacture new and improved cults and religions. Heaping syrup on manure fails to transform manure into pancakes, b.u.t.(this time I will give you those absurd dots) the human family never fails to pour another syrupy man onto a pile of manure continuing to eat the sweet fecal matter of religion in place of true mathematical and scientific discourse. A new custom comes enslaving yet another via a new religion and we miss with the naked eye that another religion finds itself growing out of our necks, making us even dumber than we were in previous generations. So I say, “Give me your gold O’ Hebrews, let us melt it down, so that we may forge a golden idol of our Father sleeping peacefully in that Harlem elevator and let us make more replicas to be worn around our necks like yokes, and so too will the next generation forgo the higher branches of mathematics and so they too will remain shackled to the schizophrenia of ‘All Being Born’ posturing as if it is real higher order thinking. O’ Allah, allow us to continue to divinely jerk each other off in regard to our self righteous Mathematical Supremacy. O my Hebrew brethren may our voices bellow deeper when we yell, “Peace!” and take the center of the cipher and rattle off degrees as if they trump the empirical and explicit quantitative mathematical functions applied in advanced technologies."
Yes, I’m jesting, being an asshole, never could I, or would I desire the illusion of Mathematical Supremacy for those sincere to the idea of our culture, but (fuck the three dots) I see what is happening, and I do so with an eye fixed upon the history of all religions, how they seemingly always begin with the embellished stories of a dead man. And once again groups, societies, communities, and Nation-States emerge having a religious device which explains away all those looming questions and unknowns lingering on future horizons always prefaced by the words of the Father. Say ‘No’ to such explanations and hearken unto mathematical reasoning, become engaged to an inverse function; learn the distinctions between an independent variable and a dependent variable, know intimately the voice of implicit function; let your seeds embrace Algebra; Calculus; Trigonometry and the Fibonacci sequence; fight to understand a geometric progression; fall in love with an infinite set; wrestle with systematic sampling; learn what stratified sampling is; learn your general angles of trigonometric ratios. In the Voice of Morpheous speaking to the human colony of Zion in the second Matrix installment, “Gods and Earths, I implore you to hearken unto real mathematics before We are thrust into religious ruin and the peril of the pit of irrationality!!”Did you know a regular quadrilateral is a square? Now cipher, you didn’t. ‘My uncle does not talk his own language’. Math has been made into a foreign tongue, and in our attempt to integrate our cultural paradigm with true and living quantitative math, we’ve managed to cling to the uterine wall of religion, failing to push forward to the Supreme Mathematical egg that lay deeper in the womb of reality. Fear has gripped us-fear fused with ego, an ego that has ironically failed to realize that there was never a Mystery God to begin with, only an Original black man who didn’t know. Yes! Yes! Why Equal Self? A Mystery God is a Black Man who didn’t realize that his own consciousness has been observing and causing his own reality the entire time. Yes! That’s it! You made God up in your own mind, concocted him deriving him from your own psyche. It’s always been you-a mystery God that has served as nothing more than a critique on your own ignorance. And so now when we assume the psychological costume of God as mortals we do so with the ego to become Heros or God-Men psychologically projecting ourselves into epic battles with swords and shields against a singular foe-a singular foe indeed: our own ignorance. The devil is simply what you have failed to comprehend and apprehend. Failure to ‘know’ allows the foe that is ignorance to remain ever victorious. Who is the colored man?; is merely a question asking what does he know that you do not know?
The commonality of mathematical expertise is a socially rare phenomenon in IGod culture. How many of us truly desire to sit in a math class for hours trying to grasp the quantifiable dimensions of an irregular quadrilateral? What are they really studying at the Large Hadron Collider? What is the science of Avionics? How do they truly make a plane fly? Can you even really be certain that the Earth is round? Suppose the planet is a cube? The only view-point of the actual Earth we truly have are those viewpoints shown to us by the colored man. Even our objectivity to some degree has been stung by a grafted snake and diluted. All the planets in our Solar facts derive their names from Colored Greek Gods, our Solar facts read like a ‘Who’s Who’ at a Colored Man’s Show and Prove; Mercury; Venus; Mars; Jupiter Saturn; Uranus; Neptune; Pluto. How about Asia 1, Asia 2, Asia 3, Asia 4 etc… Ludicrous I know, and yes I’m being Emblematically facetious, however my point is this: be imprisoned by no paradigms because every paradigm is finite. Seek an understanding of all paradigms and view them as dynamically moving parts of an infinite numerical set (123…), meaning your paradigm should forever be expanding. Bruce Lee said, “It’s like a finger pointing a way to the moon. Don’t concentrate on the finger or you will miss all that heavenly glory.”