Finite Simple Group (of order two)
A Klein Four original by Matt Salomone
URL: The Klein Four Group
Movie: Finite Simple Group (of Order Two)
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 zeros, 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.
My Poem
by Eve Andersson
There once was a number named pi
Who frequently liked to get high.
All he did every day
Was sit in his room and play
With his imaginary friend named i.
There once was a number named e
Who took way too much LSD.
She thought she was great.
But that fact we must debate;
We know she wasn't greater than 3.
There once was a log named Lynn
Whose life was devoted to sin.
She came from a tree
Whose base was shaped like an e.
She's the most natural log I've seen.
eve
A Young Don From Trinity
There was a young Don from Trinity
Who solved the square root of infinity
While counting the digits
He was seized by the fidgets
Dropped science and took up divinity
Anonymous.
A New Solution to an Old Problem
The Topologist's child was quite hyper
'Til she wore a Moebius diaper.
The mess on the inside
Was thus on the outside
And it was easy for someone to wipe her.
By Eleanor Ninestein.
An Analyst, Surname of Nero
An analyst, surname of Nero,
Is my mathematical hero.
Says he, "When in doubt,
I always start out,
'Given $\epsilon$ > 0 ...'."
By James R. Martino,
Department of Mathematics
The Johns Hopkins University
Baltimore, MD 21218.
