02-28-2006, 06:23 PM
De-Morgan's Law,
Binomial Avenue,
United States of Matrices.
My Dear Love,
Yesterday, I was passing by your rectangular house in trigonometric
lane. There I saw you with our cute circular face, conical nose and
spherical eyes, standing in your triangular garden. Before seeing you
my heart was a null set, but when a vector of magnitude (likeness)
from your eyes at a deviation of theta radians made a tangent to my
heart, it differentiated.
My love for you is a quadratic equation with real roots, which only
you can solve by making good binary relation with me. The cosine of
my love for you extends to infinity. I promise that I should not
resolve you into partial functions but if I do so, you can integrate
me by applying the limits from zero to infinity.
You are as essential to me as an element to a set. The geometry of my
life revolves around your acute personality. My love, if you do not
meet me at parabola restaurant on date 10 at sunset, when the sun is
making an angle of 160 degrees, my heart would be like a solved
polynomial of degree 10.
With love from your higher order derivatives of maxima and minima, of
an unknown function.
Yours ever
loving,
Pythagoras
Cheers
