Because evolution has given human beings ten fingers, most of the time, we use a ten based positional value number system, in which the positions are powers of ten. This also means that we have a strong tendency to note, to acknowledge and even to celebrate the points when lists or collections reach multiples or powers of ten. For example, we tend to think that somebody’s fortieth birthday is more significant than their thirty-ninth or forty-first. We also make a big deal with major celebrations when something reaches a ten to the power of two, that is a hundredth, anniversary and even more of a big deal by a ten to the power of three, that is a thousandth, anniversary. The only real exception to this, are legal anniversaries, coming of age for example, or multiples of twenty-five because these are viewed as the significant fractions of one hundred, one quarter, one half, etc.
Because I call myself a history of science storyteller, I have decided instead to borrow the title of what is perhaps the most famous collection of stories or tales, One Thousand and One Nights, and celebrate instead of the thousandth, the one thousand and first Renaissance Mathematicus blog post.
Having actually written the last sentence, I have to take a deep breath, have I really written one thousand blog posts? Is this really the one thousand and first? The answer to both questions is, according to the WordPress statistics for this blog, a definitive yes, although I don’t quite really believe it. As I have pointed out previously, although I have posted one thousand posts here, I didn’t actually write all of them, as several of them were guest posts. However, I have written more guest posts for other peoples’ blogs than there are guest posts here, so yes, I have actually written more than one thousand blog posts.
As I have also pointed out in the past, because I suffer from both adult AD(H)D and dysgraphia, I was functionally analphabet for most of my life, literally too scared to put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard. I started this blog as personal therapy to help myself to overcome that fear and teach myself to write; in this I think I have succeeded.
There was, however, a second reason or, better said, motivation for beginning this journey into the written word. I had spent the best part of half a century absorbing, contemplating and trying to apprehend the histories of mathematics and the mathematical sciences. I even spent ten years at university studying them. During that time, I had formulated my own ideas about numerous aspects of those histories and blogging would supply me with a medium to express those ideas in public if only to a very limited public. You might say, it was opening a safety valve to reduce the accumulated pressure. A sort of intellectual Primal Scream therapy.
Now, I didn’t just sit down, turn on the metaphorical tap in my brain and pour out finished history of science copy. When I conceive a potential theme for a blog post, I set out to refresh and to extend my knowledge of the topic in question, so writing this blog also became a learning process for me. Conceiving, researching and writing approximately fifteen hundred words on a history of science topic once a week is as good as any university education.
What I’m now going to say is one of the biggest clichés in the history of human thought, but clichés are very often clichés simply because they are true. The more that I have learnt over the years, writing this blog, the more I become aware of how little I actually know. Knowledge is a vast ocean and at best I have dabbled my toes in the ripples on one of its shores. The compulsion to maybe one day be able to swim in that ocean is what keeps me going. I don’t know where that compulsion comes from, it has simply always been there.
To close, I would just like to thank all of those who have been along for the ride. As I have stated in the past, I don’t write for you or anybody else, for that matter, I write for myself but I am truly grateful for the fact that you find my scribblings worth reading.