I come from Brno, the town where the famous Kurt Goedel was born (although nobody knows it or him around here, unlike Einstein whom everybody knows and who was close friends with Goedel and who admired him for all his original ideas). (It sometimes just happens like that - Hawking being on everybody´s lips and Bekenstein... well, who´s Bekenstein?). Anyway, Kurt Goedel´s important discovery was:
This sentence is unprovable.
Once I was walking along a path in Trstěnice, the local elementary school on my right side, a slanting dilapidated wall on my left above which plum trees were spreading its boughs full of ripening fruit (or fruits? - my English is terrible, I do apologize), and it dawned upon me (even though no plum had fallen on my head):
This sentence HEREBY is even more unprovable!
And since that September day I count it as one of my small jokes that I had with the world, not being able to do anything else with it. You know, Kurt Goedel was a real genius, from "this sentence is unprovable" he could deduce all kinds of stuff.
(Well, I think now it´s in fact fruit and not fruits, with fruits it would have meant that there were all kinds of fruits ripening on the plum trees: apples, pears, cherries and suchlike...)
OK, so Kurt Goedel could deduce all kinds of stuff from "his sentence," if the black holes were rotating to the left or to the right, or whether God existed. I, on the contrary, can give you "my sentence" only as a joke, because I can´t deduce anything from it, lacking any sense of strict logic Kurt Goedel had.
And I will add some other aphorisms of mine, despite the impossibility of translating them all into English, as they sometimes use puns (no pun intended - no, there is no pun not to be intended, or is there?). Later I can write some of my funny dreams (my erotic dreams especially are sometimes very funny - but not always fun), I can also tell you how to win an astrology bet, and have written one poem in English (would have to find it in my notebooks somewhere) and one in German to copy here, which nobody would understand and it´all right.
APHORISMS:
Something as pathetic as dung can´t smell bad to me...
Me unwashed?! IN MY OWN SWEAT I have bathed!
I apologize to the people who may really be mentally ill, but maybe I am one of them...
All right, I admit, I am a false prophet, but at cards I always play honestly...
Love overcomes all, sometimes even itself...
That love overcomes all, sometimes even itself? You see, love, we too have to overcome ourselves...
Why did Steffi Graf marry Agassi? Because she loves andré...
This last one may not be understood in all the countries I know, andré is a variety of wine, and we drink it a lot down here.
