Long ago in times far fallen I composed the Neomathematicon.
Walking by the fountains of infinity, pausing, after midnight, to rest and think, sitting on a
bench besides marvelous water spraying above a second story plaza in San Francisco, I decided to
write some notes toward ideas which had developed in my mind in the then few years which
separated my present whereness from earlier studies in the libraries of West Lafayette, Champaign and
Berkeley.
The Neomathematicon attempts to teach by example, explicating short derivations of neomathematical ideas. It was only decades later, although quite recently to this personal present, that I was able to more fully describe the understandings, in Mind Alive, which liberated the creative possibilities emblazoned in The Neomathematicon.
The Neomathematicon has profound limitations; it is not a mathematical essay, although it certainly concerns mathematics. It is not an essay on the foundations of mathematics, although it concerns that, also. It is not a philosophical treatise, although it might be related to such. It is a record of thought, of thought preformed by mathematics and extending outward therefrom, pushing mathematics, as perhaps the ancients did, out of its accustomed beds of formal exactitude.
Where does thought go, impelled by mathematical desires, when it is not restricted to formal exactitude? Well, The Neomathematicon contains several examples.
postscript: Metaneomathematics
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Copyright(c) Joe Staley 1998