FANTASY WITH PRIME NUMBERS, THE UNIVERSE AND GOD

If the world were numbers, I could imagine a god creating everything that belonged to him, thus, putting a 1 and having it multiply. He would have his first tease, the god, and he would condescend that this firstborn be the Same, the Self and, if he wanted to, self-reflect and add himself to the lazy offspring and later on to the others that would come from other enterprises yet in divine project - because conservative 1 would do little good! God was avenged with the creation of 0. This could absorb everything and add nothing, or on the other hand, create the path of the smallest underworld, but it would already go there. For now, he left him behind. Then he created the sum, the slow increase in things and time, and the multiplication for the rapid progress and filling the expansionist world he desired. He was immediately delighted with this speedy operation that filled the space and time that he also created with things. But by multiplying everything by each thing and each thing with something else, he left holes of nothing, which he didn’t want to give to the sly zero that everything grabbed and made disappear, the absorbent, in multiplication ... filling these gaps, now adding 1 to the even number on the side, now allowing themselves to be subtracted by the same amount, and a few more cunning operations with which suitors to demigods wanted to dare to discover, - a Riemann, a Euler or a Goldbach - the prime numbers. The world was then advancing in the form of a wavy straw, narrowing without a rule here and there, without being completely strangled or fan-shaped. God even twisted the divine neck to appreciate his work. It was funny! The entire "sum" fought to complete the free spaces. God laughed. He put the zero to work, created the fractional numbers, the rational numbers and the others, and they also filled in the voids of the small world, but not only. In them resided the coverage of those primes ​​that generated so much confusion around them. Look here, one is missing, said the even on the side; look, there was an odd one out there, he can only be a prime; what a chaos and headaches - said the local foreman of the accounts. God was already seeing everything from afar, because the world was growing at a good pace. From there he could see bell formations, sinkings there, massive disappearances and many spirals and dots, explosions and blinks. Of course, God, at this point, and because he was already very old, was more appreciative than resolved. It also had no criteria. The life of a god can be very lonely and suddenly, seeing himself with so many and so many worlds, left him circumspect and meditative. He peered over the side of a big extrator and saw ... well, he couldn't believe it, but he saw another god - with a goatee, and a stick - sending biteites to bouncing, magical particles that could appear in two places at once and they could twin and imitate for no apparent reason. God thought it was very fun, but he preferred not to engage in conversation, so as not to tie the other, who was in great enthusiasm, and, moreover, as he had already explained, he was an old god, a little tired, although still damned for the game. He loved, for example, creating intelligent algorithms and planting them from a few distant points from each other and letting them search obsessively, without knowing why. Some, invoked god, to relieve them of the frustration of the little they (self) understand. The old god thus spent his mornings watching the worlds stretch and shrink, flourish and be sucked in, with no purpose. He was also amused by the painstaking effort of the algorithms, some with conscience and others without it, doing endless calculations, creating things that gave them divine substance to see th world like he does. And, of course, to find each other, and perhaps find a meaning for themselves ... What would they want from each other, do they think to find the old god ?! God laugh! But soon he was distracted by the inventions of algorithms ... operations and operations, formulas increasingly complex and ingenious demonstrations. God was having fun. He even decided to dedicate his afternoons to learning from the masters of algorithms. He was only distracted by the distant complaint, here and there, of a world on the verge of being swallowed, or one or another set eternalized in some loop. Poor guys! - he thought with empathy. They don't come out of this anymore! Ah, with the explosions, he was used to it!

After he was fed up, the old god set his eyes on the horizon to see the spearheads in an accelerated race to expand worlds and worlds. And god laughed. One of these days he would make an appointment with the other god for a few joint decisions on the two worlds. Maybe he had already looked over here and laughed too. They could agree to give a general turn to their works or even go to preach to other, more calm parishes, leaving these matters so turbulent for the younger gods, although he was not sure there were some around. Or, on his part, he would leave the algorithms playing, without worrying more about the result.

Maria Fernandes/december/2020

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