Monday, 30 March 2020

MATHEMATICAL LANGUAGE AND NATURAL HUMAN LANGUAGES

       

I will try to compare natural human languages and mathematical language in an attempt to answer the question: "Is Maths really a language?"

This is a very big question that would require a great deal of writing. My purpose, however, is not to make you feel bored, but to spark your curiosity about the topic so that you will continue exploring it on your own. That is why I will make this comparison only briefly.

Mathematics is very often called a language, and it is true that it is used as a tool in many other areas of human knowledge. Think of engineering, science, geography and almost every other discipline—they all use mathematics in one way or another. It seems that the language of mathematics exists to serve other fields by offering them a wide range of tools: arithmetic, statistics, graphical methods of representing knowledge, probability for risk assessment, geometry for construction and engineering, and algebra, which is sometimes so annoying with its constant effort to find x in our lives.

But this is exactly what we do very often in our own lives—we become detectives trying to solve our own little mysteries. So we can agree that mathematics is present in every aspect of our personal and professional lives.

What is a natural human language, then? By natural, I mean languages that are spoken by people and have developed over many centuries. They may be official national languages or dialects, which are spoken locally and do not have official status. There are more than 6,000 languages in the world, and many of them are disappearing, mainly because of migration. Some languages are spoken by hundreds of millions of people, such as English, Arabic, Russian and Spanish. Others are much smaller, and some are even micro-languages.

Sunday, 15 March 2020

TOGETHER

(a poem by 11 years old Emma)

When the world is sick,
And the people are ill,
They stay at home, trapped,
Waiting for the end of the darkness,
The end of the loneliness.
Soon, some people want their freedom back,
Out of windows, on balconies,
People, young and old,
Singing, shouting,
Playing instruments,
Just making noise, happy noise,
To blow away the darkness,
And bring in the light.
Everybody joins in,
Collecting their happy, relentless spirit,
To battle against the hard times,
To stay alive.

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