The Time Cube of Infinity

In the innermost and most secret chambers of Haus Helwegia in Olde Vienna one could study the most obscure and mysterikal topics. Topics of Mathematix, psykologie and on obscurity itself. Many a seeker would find him self on the divan, searching for the well-undefined and

Young Dr H. (name unkown) came to study the fields of numbers super-naturale, on matrices of granite (and of other bedrocks) and on curves eternal, ethereal and smooth. He was assigned two assistants, Paolo and Ivan, one humble (Ivan), one proud (Paolo), both well respected.

They studied for many years, digging ever deeper into madness and disarray. Following a continuous path towards the Krim-origin, the very singularity where logik and un-logik is one. Could they pass the borders to His realm?

Ivan could not, in madness (or a moment of clarity) he took cyanide. Yet H. and his now lone assistant sustained their search.

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Paolo, Paolo!

And then, suddenly it was clear! One day was not one, nor four, it was infinite. Four roads to madness and wisdom, forty-four dimensions and infinite bi-directional edges. An infinite graph of time and obscurity, at once nowhere dense & everywhere dense; a graph that only the wisest and maddest could traverse. Traverse over cuts and cliques, by tree-width, on flows and over mountain pass. A graph traversed perhaps only by Him, Krim!

… and Dr H. yelled:

Paolo, Ivan, come and see – The time cube of Infinity!

Krim in the sky, the summer swan

Another poem from the Granite Matrix, translation by Stanislav Peev.

Today again, Krim walks on the summer graph.
Other men gay, they saw a white feathered swan.
Krim in the sky, clouds are white.
Sun screaming like children happy!

Glasses are used in a joking Light
Anything that is connected to its urban Khan!
Han Sin Sou, western rider, waving and jumping.
Made born hosts see from borderline Khan

Infinite cycles, a Krim walks forever.
After the Han, people still feel nervous.
And sometimes, a little dry.
I am sure you are right.

Joking with the whip.

Where I see a tall mast in the woods…

sword?

Nerich proposed the death of my father
Firefighters and prayer against the enemy;
My spirit is pleased,
My arm is strong

I like the first of many storms
This is a charming valley, you fence me in
Exciting places to see
Spring Valley, shine in my mind

Ground and the celebratory mood
Beautiful nature of culture and 13
I saw the wagonwheel could barely walk
Now, I flew from the water.

He then congratulated his country
His sword is the vagina.
Blow! Therefore, they sing, I sing,
A coward, who has the sword.

Fire and sword, never come into contact;
It seems that everything must grow fierce!
Who really believe in birth?
When the bees are seven; permanent gene

Crimean poem translated on behalf of the Targu Mures Historical Society by Douglas Rogers

Folanés Folley

Folley

The man went to eat Vea.
Then he sat in a grove of crow, and he speaks:

“He thought to himself:
Will think of crow kill you?”

A man who turned his horse,
so is the economy at home.

Listen to what my husband ask:
When the tree it is?

I drove it not to blood.
On crow he swore to kill him.

Oh, I heard the greatest shame!
Did you hear that Raven can kill a person?

But the crows came in into the house and cried.
And the man who crawled the hole.

A man who drew his bow to knee,
so straight a shot he fell.

It’s so interesting, it leads Folané.
But the Raven, he cursed them all.

It’s so interesting, it leads Folané.
Crows who flew into the barn floor.

The skin thus produced twelve pairs of shoes;
best couple he gave his mother.

As Salty told “as drums and barrels,
and transmission is ones Christmas”.

Intestine, has twelve twisted pairs of wires.
My hand and head to fork is stuck.

Account used in the temple vessels.
So people can fly in the sea.

Im Mu’n use; “may Maya gain
and his ears are right” will probably tutor.

In his eyes, life is like glass.
His neck and saw, “depends on whether the church with dignity”.

Children are used as the crow.
It is not a straight value!

Poem from Matrice de Granit, interpretation by mystic Jacob Becher; literal translation by Stanislav Peev.

Borisoglebskii – The Dictum Borderlands

The tale of Jurij the Priest begins on the deep pine woods of Siberia. Born to orthodox, educated parents,  well versed in the teachings of Krim, young Jurij had a joyful childhood. Until the age of 11 he had not encountered the apocryphal logic or any problem NP-complete.

In his late teens he met a band of travelers claiming to bear the word of a religious figure by the name of Nerich Matteo. The young mind was stricken with lust for power and glory, tempted by the fragrant almonds brought by the pilgrims. A chasm formed in his mind, driving him ever closer to insanity or eternal sanctuary from the harsh realities of the occult, therein combinatorics practiced by his bloodline.

On his deathbed, Jurij’s eyes lit up, and a wind blew the door of his cottage open. The priest who was at the site to give Jurij his last blessings, yelled out that the spirits of madness had broken free, that Nerich had claimed yet another sacred soul. Indeed, it is said that the ghost of Jurij still haunts  the river of Borisoglebskii, ever trapped in those Dictum Borderlands.

From the annals of the Nikel Institue of Folklore. Translated to English by Ian Whitehouse on behalf of the Targu Mures Historical Society

Jacob Krim – Migrations in the Americas. Part II.

Krim and his followers had to flee Jocotepec, expelled by the cohort of the depraved  Conquistador Pascal Chr. Nerich. These where harsh times for the Krimean collection and many where tempted to fall off to join the tempting but loathsome Nerich logic and thus betray their true comrades. But few actually did, it is said that the leadership of  Jacob gave the people unlimited bliss. His theorems and conjectures in the fields of combinatorics and graph theory with applications in the topology of discretely shaped objects increased the faith in his teachings and grew stronger even as the times got more burdensome. But the winds of fortune changed and Krim led his people to a sanctuary. The followers of Krim still refer to this duration as “the traversal from despair through insight to delight”.

Not much is known of where Krim wandered and found sanctuary in these wicked years, some imply he for some time kept house in the Peruvian Andes, while others claim he resided in the Sonoran Desert. Both may be true, but the traces of Krim in the Americas after the displacement from Jocotepec are few and scattered.  The old tomes of the Krimean following suggest that Krim returned to his native Eurasia to continue his work on the granite matrices and later return to the new world.

Ian Whitehouse  –  Pennsylvania-Transylvania Friendship Organization

Matrice de Granit – The Granite Matrix

Krümmels mysterious book seems to hold more secrets than any other I have come across! While studying the chapter “The Fable of the Muîres Philistine”, a crumpled note fell from the pages to my desk. It appears to be of even greater age than the book itself, and is written in a language that remains untranslated. I publish it here in hope that a reader knows this enigmatic tongue.

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