dhmiriam
2010-08-16 03:49:31 |
Scavvy Walk 4 Lessons in equation.
Scavvy walk (4)
Wicklore is quite correct, again. One is taught as one goes. This time, equations and how to walk uphill. Equations.
In group theory, a cyclic group is a group that can be generated by a single element. Point in case, mountainviews. (mountainviews = simon = g.) In the sense that the group has an element g (called a "generator” of the group) such that, when written multiplicatively, every element of the group is a ‘power’ of g. Let us use g figuratively, g being great. Very evident last Saturday. May possibly be more evident when maclimber (whose absence for family conveys more stunningly the capacity of g, both in his needless apology for such, (appallingly unmelodic and witty as it is) and the absence felt in his wake) gets his teeth into it and dissects it with more lyrical logic.
Point of note, the smallest non-cyclic group has four elements; it is the Klein four-group or Vierergruppe. For those of you still with me, Group 4 of scavvy walks (all extraordinary I am sure) was as Cra puts it exceptional. There was a hint of the fifth element, yet to be identified and not of, earth, water, air and fire but of some luminous other, a lighthouse throwing a constant beam, off some further shore said some. Altitude makes for interesting conversation. Four is also the order of the smallest non-trivial groups that are not simple, ergo complex, compounded by the addition of alcho-fuel and the subtraction of willy nilly fact for timeless myth. Dates become varied; it could be August but perhaps is July. Downhill is as acceptable as Uphill. The sum (at the time of reconciliation) divided by the number may end up with fifteen less or five extra, it does not matter, it is teased amicably, because every element of the group is a power of g, whether you ate peas, ordered peas or declined peas, and the balancing statement delivered like Christ clearing the synagogue of scales and abacus. You had to be there. So ended the algebra, and that glorious scavvy meal.
How to walk uphill? One step in your own time.
Given my appalling lack of fitness, a strong sense of mule, and in total admiration of meandering men, and guardians, who surely must be given points for extra mileage, those mountainviews folk and friends who with peaks bagged, buttons arranged, illuminated maps scribed, injuries overcome, insults and tips swapped and shared, will leave all scavvys to dine out long and well on regurgitated banquets. They try the flesh to find the marrow, and not one bone is overlooked. Thank you bleckcra, jackill, and companions for all the glorious lessons and support given.
Being the eternal optimist, I get an F plus, I think. Those in the know, no doubt, will correct me.
Oh and the mountains, Meelmore, Meelbeg and Bearnagh’s Tors, when done with the bones they buried the heart. |