arrow of the pariah

anonymous asked:

Speak up - Dazai :3c

I found a boy deep within the fog.
Clouded eyes with a crown on his head
‘I carry it with me,’ he said, a prologue,
‘I carry it for the times I fled,
I carry it for the times I tried
to rip it to shreds and walk backwards,
to run from the throne and start anew.’

I found a boy down the rabbit hole
who picked hemlock like they were daisies.
‘I carry it within,’ heard not a soul,
'I yearn for the big sleep, or maybe,
the calm surrender is not for me.
This self-sacrifice they once taught me,
this is what makes a good ruler,
this is what makes a good king.’

I found a boy, this soaring swallow,
swift and true, like a flying arrow.
The pariah’s hamartia, though,
he was never the real hero.
Never ever saw it coming at all,
Never ever saw it coming at all.
A real hero, in his mind.
A real hero, he loved.
A real hero, he saved.

I found a boy, now a savior, a hero.
I found him lost within blue eyes.
'I carry your heart with me’
He surrendered.
'I carry it within’


The largest mathematical proof in history is generally considered to be the classification of finite simple groups. The proof consists of tens of thousands of pages, published in several hundred journal articles, by about 100 authors, mostly between 1955 and 2004. It states that every finite simple group is isomorphic to one of the following groups:

The diagram above gives an overview of the 26 sporadic finite simple groups and the relations between them. The largest group is called the Monster and has order 808017424794512875886459904961710757005754368000000000. Nineteen other sporadic groups are involved in the Monster as subgroups or quotients of subgroups; together with the Monster group itself they form the “happy family”. The other six groups have no connection with the Monster and are called the “pariahs”. An arrow in this diagram means that one group is a homomorphic image of a subgroup of the other.


Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor

Reaching for the phone ‘cause I can’t fight it anymore

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind

For me it happens all the time

It’s a quarter after one, I’m all alone and I need you now

Said I wouldn’t call but I’ve lost all control and I need you now

And I don’t know how I can do without

I just need you now

Another shot of whiskey, can’t stop looking at the door

Wishing you’d come sweeping in the way you did before

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind

For me it happens all the time