A man, nonstop, writing in his office. The pencil moves aggressively on the paper, symbols contributing equations, equations contributing concepts.
He is deeply concentrated, without noticing the door opening in front of him.
“Hey, is this Mr. W…, Mr. White?” the sound shakes while inhaling hard.
“Yep, what’s the urgent?” his hands are still moving rapidly, collar rubbing the table over and over.
“Your whole class is waiting for you, Mr. White.” The guy is amazed by the calm coming from the man, smiling awkwardly.
“Oh shit. I forgot that.”
The man suddenly grabbed his books and his bag, stepped on the table, jumped over it and left the office in a hurry.
The man running down the hallway is Mr. White. An average university professor, forgetting his Calculus course regularly.
In a lecture hall, students are whispering. “Where’s the professor?” a girl whispers.
“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just skip this class.” The other girl quietly packs her bag.
Just when the girl’s about to leave, the door slams open, a man walks right into the hall. Doubtless, it’s Mr. White.
“Hey, class! I apologize for the delay, but let’s just get started!” Mr. White threw his stuff onto the floor, and wrote a word on the huge blackboard.
“CALCULUS”.
“My name is Harry White. You can call me White, and I will be your Calculus teacher for this semester.” White drops the chalk.
At the exact moment, students sighed, some yawned, some of the students even appeared faint.
“Guys, don’t give up so early, it’s actually not that hard.” His eyes rolled back and forth; in the hall full of bored students, White caught sight of a boy smiling at him.
“The boy with the suntan at the back, what’s your name?” White asked.
“Dilai Wayne.” The boy spoke with energy.
“WOW, such…” White stopped in surprise.
“Never mind, Wayne, do you know how many dots you need to contribute a dot?”
“One, Mr. White.” The boy answered without hesitation.
“And how many dots conduct a line?”
“Infinite dots.”
“Nice answer, Mr. Wayne!” White claps his hands, showing impression to the smart student.
“Infinite. That’s the answer. But what about it, you might ask.” White walks to the board and drew a straight line.
“If you know physics, you know that the universe is a three-dimensional coordinate system.” He drew two more lines, making them the three axes.
“If we assume time is the z-axis, the line parallel to me, and draw a three-dimensional circle…” Some students raised their heads, starting to pay attention to the class.
“Sorry, but again. Wayne, how many lines constitute a three-dimensional circle?” White raised his hands, pointed at Wayne.
“That’s infinite lines, sir.” Wayne answered correctly with confidence.
“Holy moly, you’re going on a strike!” White smashed the chalk on the hall desk.
“Yeah, he’s right, infinite lines.” White drew several lines on the circle.
“As you can see, they’re all connected, where you might ask.” White drew a dot.
“We call it the center.”
“This is the point where every line meets, and the point where every line has its own unique waypoint.”
Students now all start to participate in class, and some even take out their notebooks.
“It’s like our life, we meet new people, things, and partners every day we are alive at the moment.”
“Some of them seem close, but at the end of the time, they are not with us.”
“Or some of them seemed like they had no relationship with us, but at this point.” White pointed at the center again.
“They are the closest people we got.” Wayne now took a deep bow.
“This is Calculus.”
“Something we don’t know is the reason why we meet each other.”
Students clap, especially Wayne; the sparks of knowledge glade in his eyes.
Lecture ended in a harmonious atmosphere; no one left until White left, they were still enduring the moment of curiosity’s reward.
Mr. White steps out of the hall, hearing footsteps behind him.
“Mr. White!” Wayne shouted.
“I have a question…, it seems naive, but I want to listen to your opinion.” White now found out that Wayne is only a 20-year-old boy, standing out from the students in his class, which are all juniors.
“Can I see ‘time’ as volume?”
The question shocked White, because this is the conjecture he’s working on, trying his hardest to make it a theory.
“Kid, I… can you give me 10 minutes, let’s talk it in private.” White knew the boy in front of him is a young genius, and he meant it.112Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCj4f6yKSAQ
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