Author: Don Nigroni

Professor David Marshall is unique among mathematicians. No one but him understands his equations. But his micro and macro predictions were spot on so everyone assumed he knew what he was doing.
Dave is my older brother. We usually discussed ferns and dragonflies, never mathematics. So, I thought it passing strange last week when, over breakfast at a nearby diner, he said he had something urgent and important to tell me about his latest mathematical discovery. But he insisted we discuss it in private at my house.
He told me, “As you may or may not know, Pythagoras and Plato long ago knew the sublime truth. Aristotle, in his written text, hinted that his teacher, Plato, in his agrapha dogmata or unwritten doctrines taught that there were two principles outside time that emanated worlds, including ours. For over twenty years I had been trying to crack the heavenly code. Yesterday, when my equations became perfectly elegant, I also knew the truth.”
“And you’re telling just me, knowing that I can’t possibly understand your equations?”
“Exactly.”
“So?”
“Next Monday at 12:01 pm EST the Indefinite Dyad will become the dominant principle and the One will then be the subservient principle. This state of affairs will persist for countless eons. I still haven’t calculated exactly how much time will pass until the next cosmic shift restores the One to its proper place. Regardless, there will be a shift next week.”
“Can’t we do anything to stop the shift or change its trajectory?”
“No, absolutely nothing.”
“Do you know what will happen to us after the shift?”
“I’m really indefinite about that.”
“So, there’s nothing to do now but wait.”
“Not exactly. I could let the world know or keep it between us. That’s why I had to tell someone that I respected and could trust. What should a principled mathematician do under such circumstances?”
I told him that people deserved to know so they could finish any unfinished personal business.
We parted and he said, “I’ll be extremely busy for a while but be sure to be at my house by eleven on Monday.”
I could tell my brother was afraid of causing mass panic and needless anxiety. I kept watching the TV news channels in my house and listened to the news on my car radio.
Today I drove over to my brother’s house. I’m writing this account while parked in his driveway and pondering whether I should post it to social media.
I have 37 followers. Yeah, they deserve to know . . . but not by me.