POINT-TO-ZERO JOURNEY / LİFE
I am the mark left by a stones on the ground. I see moving things staring at me, people call it eyes.
One day a strange looking man came to me and said point. I’m on point now. However, my definition was not made. It’s never been done. I left marks on paper with pen and paper over and over. But I had no ID.
They made descriptions about me for a long time. But after a while, only my name remained. I just left a mark on the paper. Then the children made a series of dots with colored pencils, they called me a line. Since I was born, I have been the happiest with children and I think it will always be like this…
Then people tried to change me. That’s why they invented the eraser. But they were only able to invent shapes for themselves. They couldn’t change me. They drew, erased, they said Geometry.. They drew me parallel, perpendicular to myself, coincident with myself. They made shapes out of me, I angled myself. They called the biggest one 360°. They couldn’t get past it.
While everyone thought that geometry consisted of points and lines, now there were also angles, triangles and circles. They dealt with me like a mystery to be solved, with shapes…
However, there was something they didn’t know. I defined this:
“Geometry is 55% eraser, 45% lines.”
I am the unnecessary line that was overlooked when using the eraser. I’m going to take a long trip to be aware of geometry. They will call me space. I’m going to get so far away that they’re going to want to redraw this scratch they missed. but then I’ll be one dimension up. I will pierce space with new calculations. They will call me infinity. They will say that eternity has no end. As my end stares at the eraser in their hand, I will turn and go through my own dimension. And I will erase myself with the eraser I don’t have. This time they will call me minus infinity.
When I get tired of wandering between minus infinity and infinity, I will get to the point where I started. This time they will call me zero. They won’t be able to use their erasers, but they won’t be able to use me either. I’ll either swallow or be ineffective.
In fact, people who try to understand me will write a long question in the books, the answer of which is zero, as a result of long efforts. then they will hear a lot of words.
Will I be the symbol of burnout or the fun of fate?
I think you should ask this to the person holding the eraser.
But the answer shouldn’t be hard to guess. :) See you..
