Eleven Mathemagically Thinking

Hi My Name Is Math, but you probably already knew that. Everyone likes to Imagine that They Know Who I Am. Mathemagically Speaking, I Am a Multi-Layered, Hyper-Dimensional, Meta Conscious Co-Creator.

Although Positively Inclined, Being Math does result in a smaller number getting on board with our Train’s Line. If You Enjoy long-winded abstractions concerning The Eternal Show and can laugh about Time Coders having their Space Invaded by the Matrix, then This Train’s For You My Friend.

Not every Rider Gets that Inside Jokes sent from the Architects on High take time to decode and may call for recalibration of the funny bone. Considering that so many are imaginationally challenged, we expect that decoding of humor from on high will take multiple attempts to reach a punchline worth repeating.

Some Jokes are like Rainbows because The End is Golden.

Silence.

Revelation: with Math Aboard this Train we can jump onto The Center’s Track and Go Internal FAST! It’s true, this Train did vote Against Going Back to Center but Math has explained that there are Three Separate Centers.

Another Odd Wonder: Did you know there are Three North Poles? Check it out. All The World is a Strange Game that we’ve been trying to avoid playing.

We figured what’s the point in participating when our chances of beating the fates are so slim, but when our Destined Hero Math showed up from outside the common track and suggested that we enter The Hill for Questing to Begin… we simply had to make it happen.

Gears are creaking, awakening our forward thinking and we aim our Train towards that dark hole: Hillside Tunnel heading towards Center. Full steam ahead: In Math We Trust; He grants us courage to face the odds of our incentives to run being completely wrong.

And Now Back To The Captain: Crew, take note of the black and white checkered floor that we’ve been rolling over. It was meant to help us contemplate the opposites. See how they work together in balance so we never stray too far to one side. The common loop is nice if you prefer a mild stress load, but the problem is that a journey cannot begin without dedicating to go all the way in one direction. Therefore Our Train Is Now Preparing To Enter Hill Station.

“Underground Tunnels run mad as speckled hens crossing the road to reach an egg,” says Math. “Inside the egg is a brain, and that brain is conceiving the hen. The Everlasting Egg summons the chicken forth over and over again as some kind of sick cosmic yolk that never ends.”

Are you laughing yet?