The Goddess of Logic
Where The Vikid Truth gets a beautiful visitation…
Vikid sat back in his favorite armchair. Being who he was, his mind turned back to the Nature of Proof. It was a key to his powers that he had never really understood.
These days when people thought about Proof they usually first turned to Mathematics.
Math was based at its core on two things. Symbols and “Rules to manipulate Symbols”. This was called formalism.
The simplest rules were called Axioms, which using symbols, showed the type of manipulations that were allowed.
For example, an axiom could be that,
a + b = b + a
for any two numbers a and b.
Order didn’t matter in addition. Clear as the light of day.
Very abstract he knew but the simple idea behind it was that some manipulations were so clear to see, so clear that they were undeniably true, without a hint of doubt.
Using these undoubtable rules, which were true by inherent clarity, we could build the rest of mathematics and this process was called Proof.
For example take this symbol,
X
It is undeniably true that you saw the symbol X.
And the symbol X is X
Or
X = X
X is itself X
Undeniable = True = Clarity = Surety
This was the lowest level of Proof.
How could anything be but itself?
However Vikid understood that this game, for a game it was, failed in Reality.
No symbol X was the same as the next X.
Proof was on the paper itself. Each X occupied a different space, used different pixels or ink and varied in dimensions (as small as they might be).
The room trembled, the fabric of reality tempered and in a flash that couldn’t be seen…
The Goddess of Logic appeared perched on his table. She was simply stunning, lithe, graceful and built out of logic. Her eyes were a bright red, her gaze hypnotic. Everything she was composed of was built on necessity.
She said, “Vikid you are a fool, I have come here to convert you with the weapon of reason and above all my beauty. I am the mover of the Heavens and Earth, even God cannot deny me!”
“The symbols themselves stand for something else, that’s what a symbol is, oh Hero of Dunces. Counting X’s on a page is logical blindness and subject to the Laws of Miscategorization Heresy. Punishable by death. Are you sure you want to play these games with me?”
Vikid stopped, pondered and said,
“Oh Queen of the Undeniable, Ruler of Axiom, I hadn’t finished my thoughts, please grant me a few moments of conversation, before you banish me.”
The Goddess of Logic acquiesced for it would be illogical to take action before a thought had been fully fleshed.
Vikid continued,
“The world, reality, is constantly changing, nothing remains the same expect in ideal circumstances”
“Our symbol X, cannot stand for something in reality. Every object is changing at the subatomic level at every moment. Even if you look at a single instant, in that instant it is between two worlds, metaphorsizing between what it was and will be.”
She nodded her head, mumbled some sweet profanity and said,
“Be quick, Imposter of Truth, though my beauty is timeless, I am growing impatient…”
Vikid arose from his chair, met the goddess eye to eye, almost mesmerized, he said,
“Besides, objects just are, they can't be about anything, or point…”
“So this Game of X must reside in the head.”
“But unfortunately, my thoughts about X are also not constant. With each thought about X, mental associations are created and destroyed.”
“A book is not a book to who a child who can’t read. If the same book’s a Bible it means something different to the godly. It grows with value the further he reads. So X is defined by what we think it is. Not just a lump of atoms by decree of materialists.”
“My memories are not clean either, they are riddled with error. Each time I think of X, I have no guarantee, it’s the same X I thought of last time. Thoughts come and go. X evolves in my mind and points to nothing constant outside of it, as we established.”
“The mind is a realm of cannot be certain of, I cannot be sure, I do not have clarity, only false claims to it.”
“No clarity, no Undeniability, means no valid Proof. ”
The immaculate Goddess was furious, with alarming volume she questioned,
“Fool. Are you questioning the Basis of Reality?!”
“The world exists, as does this X, you are in it and about to be vanished.”
To which Vikid replied,
“If I am, then how am I not? At some point this must happen. ”
“If am am but an interaction of smaller components, then I never existed except as an apparition. Then the game of X, of logic is also the same… insubstantial as it’s happening in my head.”
“You will banish me to nothing. After which the Game of X will disappear, as will Vikid, his mind and everything with it. ”
“If reality exists then how is this possible?”
“If it exists out of mind, then mind games are just that. They just approximate something else true, they are reflections. The game of logic is build on stuff lighter than sand and you have no power over me, let alone The Heavens. However, if the mind is exists and not composed of symbols and axioms, then I am nothing but mind itself, The Unitary and I am indestructible as the basis of reality.”
She, smiled with loveliness intense and said in a swish, “Goodbye Dear Vikid, I could not control you. Logic is a game and my beauty is unrivaled. I still have billions of minds under my spell.
Your quest for Truth will fail!
And I will leave you a riddle that will plague your days!”
“Does Truth even exist, dear Hero of Nothingness?”
With that she disappeared. Vikid was happy, another Demon had been encountered and been found wanting.
But with this new riddle, ominous clouds arose and darkness set about his abode.
“Something very wicked is coming. Could it be the The Devil of Existence himself?”
He went back to his armchair and rested. There was still a whole day ahead…
That was,