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Algorithms can supposedly unearth great secrets in ancient manuscripts. They can turn mundane writings into amazing revelations. They can provide us with ways to encrypt and decrypt messages. Our lives, if you look down the long road, perhaps standing at its crest, can be seen to have a sort of algorithm. It may be complex. It may be simple. It is visible in the stops, and the detours, and the inception point of relationships, the seeming cessation of relationships, and then the resumption of relations, however long or brief. Be careful if you decide to try this, but if you stand ever so close to the highest point at the furthest distance from the beginning of your own journey, the algorithm will begin to be visibly apparent; you will be awestruck with the repetition of segments that were roads traveled, and villages, or hubs that served as resting places.
The thing that you should become immediately conscious of is the feeling that you will derive while looking at the broken segments of the journey. It should become evident to you, as it did to me, that the most interesting, and perhaps most satisfying segments of the journey, were not those that continued with lengthy repetitious and unswerving continuity. Oddly, those segments of lengthy, unswerving continuity are in my case, often what I sought and desired. They provided me with the greatest comfort and peace while I was journeying through them, but from where I now stand, they are not as interesting as some of the stopping points, the points that caused me to veer from the journey, the places where I had to shift directions, transform to a different means of travel, or simply wait.

Algorithms make up the mystery of life. From the myriad depths of knowledge unraveled and made visible in the words of the psalmist who wrote: “Your eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in your book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned when as yet there were none of them.” to the never ending secrets of DNA they provide the answers and the questions, the rhythm and the phrasing. No more mathematicians than the Bumble Bee, we build the most complex geometric structures, only visible at the brief union of a restive evening soul and a very somber sobering plateau.

Copyright December 19th, 2010 by John P. Schumake


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