I had a dream...

In that dream, maths was considered heretic and 'born of the devil's nest'. Mathematician were evil and pelted with stones wherever they go. The were shun like vermins of sewer and plague of locusts.

They were considered as an abomination against god and anti-maths became our very existance. Maths books,notes, document, equipment were burnt. But there were still those who refuse to convert to anti-mathenity. We brand them as witches and practitioners of the Forbiddon Arts.

The Holy Potatoe empire started a crusade against them to wipe out the root of maths and with the blessing of the Pota, we waged against the Mathematicians. But they did not die without resistance, many acients algebric equations were used and wounded many of our braves men. We retaliated with scientific calculators designed to resist their abominal curses.

Back and forth we fought throughout what seems like eternity. When i interrogated one of the captured spy. Something he said struck me like a meteor crashing into the atmosphere.

"Your religion is cruel; it admits no other truth except its own. Only slaves follow it. The faith of the ancient gods was neither missonary nor conquering: The only thing that matter was the conversion of heart.

I was deeply distured by this. How can a mere sentence shake me of my firm belief of anti-maths. Was my faith really that weak? Was it all facade constructed by the empty heart to compensate the fact that i cannot master maths and thus, hating it?

Then i woke up. It was very wierd, i wonder how do i think up of such complex words in my dreams. Humm...