Okay, here’s a life regret: No one has ever stopped me on the street, grabbed me by the collar, and demanded that I explain to them the essence of mathematics.
I’ve envisioned it many times, though.
What math teacher hasn’t?
Me: So, you want to get math?
Assailant: Obviously! Why else would one human being violently accost another, if not for the acquisition of knowledge?
Me: Easy, then! All you need to do is listen to Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.
Assailant: [arches eyebrow] You can’t be serious. The Beatles album?
Me: [easing out of their grip, brushing my collar] Naturally! The whole album is trippy and spectacular, of course. But I’m talking about the final moments of the final track, a song that Rolling Stone has hailed as the Beatles’ greatest: “A Day in the Life.”
Assailant: [listening on an iPhone] This better be good, or I’m going to pound you into a fine math teacher carpaccio.
Me: Patience, assailant, patience! Wait until three minutes and fifty seconds in. That’s when a cacophonous noise begins. It’s the sound of a 40-piece orchestra playing absolute gibberish.
Assailant: [brow furrowing] This music sounds like I’m losing my mind.
Me: Exactly! Producer George Martin had some very odd and vague instructions to the musicians. Start quiet; end loud. Start low in pitch; end high. “You’ve got to make your own way up there,” he said, “as slidey as possible so that the clarinets slurp, trombones gliss, violins slide without fingering any notes. Most of all, don’t listen to the fellow next to you because I don’t want you to be doing the same thing.”
Assailant: [shaking his head] This is the strangest pop music I’ve ever heard. It gathers like a tornado.
Me: Yes – without melody or harmony.
Assailant: Dissonant.
Me: Frightening.
Assailant: Intensifying as it ascends, like a swirling flock of terrified birds…
Me: Constantly growing higher and louder and higher and louder…
Assailant: Wait! It stopped!
Me: Yes. At 4:19, it abruptly ends, and at last from the madness there emerges a single chord, an E major. It lasts for fifty-three seconds. By the end, you can hear the soft ambient noises of the recording studio: breathing, rustling, the creaking of chairs.
Assailant: It’s triumphant… yet disarming. Revelatory and simple.
Me: It is the very sound of finality.
Assailant: [once again wrapping a strong pair of hands around my neck] Not so fast! I told you to show me the soul of mathematics! If I’d wanted an exegesis of 1960’s pop composition and studio recording techniques, then I’d have attacked a music teacher instead!
Me: [unperturbed] Patience, friend. You see, this one-two punch, the chaos and the chord, is the best musical example I know of a simple and powerful theme: how order lives within disorder. How structure arises from chaos. How clarity is born from the haze. One of the most discordant and alarming sonic passages in the Beatles’ catalogue gives way to one of the purest and most elemental. And with this, I shall finally answer your question.
Assailant: [eager to the point of bursting] Yes? YES?!
Me: The crescendo—wild, dissonant, and defiantly complex—is reality.
Me: The final chord—pure, structured, and definitive—is mathematics.
Assailant: [drops me, begins to cry with joy]
Me: The experience you get listening to “A Day in the Life” is precisely how it should be to learn math. First, you should encounter the teeming mess of reality, in all its sprawling incoherence. Then, you should feel the hot wind as mathematics blasts away extraneous details and distracting features, leaving only a clear, singular vision.
Assailant: [on bent knee, whispering] Mathematics is the chord buried in the cacophony, the music hidden in the mayhem. Why did I never see it before?
Me: Because, sadly, that’s far from the experience that math class actually offers. If real math is a wild animal, then school math is its taxidermied corpse.
Assailant: I see now. School math presents a polished final product, and obscures the process by which it was created.
Me: It’s a punchline without a joke
Assailant: A moral without a story.
Me: Actual mathematics—the endeavor that has captivated humans for thousands of years—is quite different: partial and halting, full of false steps, vain hopes, and dead ends, a grand and endless struggle to formulate patterns that can make sense of reality. If mathematics is ‘A Day in the Life,’ then school math leaves out the entire song to play you—in total isolation—only the final chord.
Assailant: We never get to hear what comes before.
Me: No, we miss the centuries of struggle, the heap of discarded ideas, the wild arguments as the orchestra’s players (accustomed to following sheet music) learn on the fly how to improvise.
Assailant: So mathematics and reality are… opposites?
Me: Mathematics isn’t reality, but mathematics is born from reality. Math class ought to explore the relationship between parent and child: how the one gives rise to the other, and what the second gives back to the first.
Assailant: [strolling away, lost in thoughts] I see it so clearly now. The duty of math class… is to play you the whole song.
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What is mathematics? Let the Beatles teach you
Wow. Just wow.
Brilliant!
I enjoyed these thoughts 🙂
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This is amazing.
I just started blogging. I have never re-blogged anything. I am not even sure what it means, but after I read this, I wanted everyone in the world to read it so I clicked reblog. I want to be this blog. Thanks you. Thank you. Thank you.
sto’ iniziando adesso a bloggare io vorrei farmi un po’ di soldini brancolo nel buio qualcuno mi puo’ aiutare?
Spot on,Ben !
Yes and yes. If math is a language, why is it never taught like other languages? If you take Spanish in school, you learn about the history and culture of Spanish-speaking people. The taxidermied equivalent of most K-12 math instruction would be a Spanish class in which you learn rules for conjugations and declensions and then execute those rules on meaninglessly decontextualized phrases and sentences.
Are there classes you can take, online or elsewhere, about the glorious history of math? How about books? I’ve searched & haven’t seen many that look promising. Ben, are you gonna lead a movement here? This English teacher will join it.
Hi Kevin, you will probably disagree strongly with me but FWIW here’s a link to an article I wrote some years ago about the problems with math teaching in America. You might be interested especially to read John Allen Paulos’s comment, as well as that of Jennifer Oullette, and my reply to them. Best wishes, Abbas
http://www.3quarksdaily.com/3quarksdaily/2006/12/aptitude_schmap.html
Thanks, Abbas – just skimmed and will enjoy reading it more thoroughly later today. Great site, by the way – quoting Robert Pinsky in the header 🙂
🙂
I feel like ethnomathematics and the history that goes into math is explored better in other countries, but I could be wrong on that. It’s the sense I got from some of the courses I have taken for my degree, though. I do think it’s a shame that I didn’t take a History of Math course until my last year of college. It really explains so much of things.
Magnificent. Positively magnificent.
So interesting
Really beautiful, I think that these considerations apply to learning in general. If we think about learning a foreign language (as English or French in my case), an ordered pattern emerges from an initial cacophony of sounds only after repeated exposure to the unfamiliar sounds. If we think about learning a new skill (organic learning), like riding a bike, walking, swimming or ice skating the more polished the skills the less unnecessary movements are performed. If we think about physical models, that obviously needs mathematics, the description of an event is stripping all the irrelevant part to isolate the main causes of it and formulate predictions.
love, love, love… my father was a mathematician and my son is graduating as one…..love this post!!!!
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My Dearest Math,
This man seems to have spent at least as much time getting to know you as I have. I will endeavor to hide my jealousy.
Yours Forever,
Dexterus
This is pure insane. I like it very much!
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This is wonderful …..I have NEVER enjoyed maths until I found your blog … I’ve got to keep a step ahead of my kids too ….so Thankyou :):):):):)
Makes me think of Jackson Pollock and Mark Rothko.
I’ll have to keep this metaphor in my quiver, though it might not transmit much in ten years. As regards spirituality, for example:
Cacophony = religion
Chord = the great “I am”
Or conflict:
Cacophony = conventional warfare
Chord = Mutually Assured Destruction
Brills. I guess it’s never too late to show an interest in math
Thanks for sharing this Ben. I’ve been a longtime admirer of yours and I love how you share your own take on this.
I’m afraid I don’t understand your parable. Genetics also emerged from cacophony, and (like mathematics) continues to emerge from it. But who would say math and genetics have the same essence?
It would probably be enlightening if you chose some math topic and indicated how it should be presented.
Basically, Iam very much inetrested in maths . After reading your blog my interest in maths got increased.Thanks for sharing.
I wonder how different readers reacted to the title of this blog-post, and which Beatles song they thought you were going to claim secretly contained the meaning of mathematics. Personally I guessed you were going to go with “Nowhere Man”.
ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT! Spot-on.
…I feel like reenacting the deli scene from When Harry Met Sally 🙂
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