Mathematicians have found theorems in revealing the nature of nature. The excellent ones go further to find similarities between theorems. Still later, those who are gifted find similarities in proofs and proofs, and in branches and branches. In the end, the great ones who use their minds to escape gravity and fly to the sky to overlook the similarities of all similarities have picked up the jewels in the crown of basic science.

"The most eminent of men can find these distant resemblances," I thought. The ventilator was clipped to my nose and mouth, and the doctor told me to take a deep breath, breathe, breathe. With every breath, the picture of the doctor wearing a blue medical mask becomes more blurred, and the characters he spits out atomize into the water vapor in front of my eyes.

The figure of the doctor turned into the face of his father in his memory. Father was shaking his head at me, he said. "No. Those similarities are not far away. Language and geometry are the ladder to abstraction, and also the hometown locked in the cellar. Lost in the winding corridors of uncertain etymology, looking for in the landscape Treasures that cannot be found, rising and falling in words and strokes that create perspective, such is the poet's fate. The poet is a disabled body flying in the sky."

"Lost people are lost, and those who meet will meet again and again. People forget where they came from when they were born, but they return to that place in their dreams all their lives. There seem to be countless doors between the kingdom of truth and the kingdom of falsehood, but you start from the very beginning. There is only one way, only this one."

I suddenly woke up from the dream.

is in class. Two o'clock in the afternoon is the time when the scorching sun in Arizona is at its most violent, and the sun is shining brightly on the open book on the desk. It is a textbook of "Space Geometry". I looked at my right hand, the palm was covered with sweat.

"The French philosophers represented by Bachelard believe that geometric space is not a container filled with objects, but the residence of human consciousness." Franklin Velzek, a tenured professor of the Department of Theoretical Physics at MIT and my mentor, is giving a lecture. He drew a square on the blackboard, and when he was drawing the last bottom line, the chalk in his right hand broke off, making a very crisp click.

I watched the broken chalk jump twice from the podium, rolled to my feet, and broke into two pieces. One, became two.

I just dozed off in class, and the pen held in my left hand drew a drowsy straight line on the draft paper with deep and light color blocks, like the tears of many people soaking the electrocardiogram that stopped beating.

I've been holding a pen with my left hand for almost ten years. When I was 12 years old, I suffered a comminuted fracture of my right wrist due to a car accident, and my ring finger and little finger could no longer be straightened. The car accident also made me blind in my right eye, and I lost my normal vision and object sight distance, and I couldn't perform some fine experimental operations. This is a flaw that cannot be made up for by hard work for a young man who was placed high hopes by the Arizona Transcendence Center and hoped to train him to be the best engineer in the world. I understand that turning to pure theoretical work is my ultimate destination.

"I saw an exhibit in the Scottish Museum 2000 years ago. It was a model of five basic elements. In the two-dimensional human world, there are a series of 'perfect' figures with equal sides and equal angles between sides. So some people say that when we extend the perfect two-dimensional graphics to three-dimensional, we can get infinite perfect geometric structures. However, the actual situation is that there are only five such perfect geometric structures in three-dimensional space: tetrahedron, cube, octahedron, ten Dihedron and icosahedron. Kepler used these five geometries to describe the solar system and legislate the sky." Professor Franklin said.

That's right. I respond in my heart. While following the professor's explanation, he tore a new piece of draft paper and sketched out the sketch. First draw an earth, and then draw an approximate Mars and their orbits. A regular dodecahedron can circumscribe the orbit of the earth and inscribe the orbit of Mars at the same time. A regular tetrahedron circumscribes the orbit of Mars and inscribes the orbit of Jupiter. Draw another cube so that it circumscribes the orbit of Jupiter and inscribes the orbit of Saturn. At this time, the icosahedron in the orbit of the earth will be inscribed by the orbit of Venus. Finally embedded in the orbit of Venus is an octahedron which will be inscribed by the orbit of Mercury.

A mysterious nested sculpture pops off the page. This two-dimensional model on paper is the crystallization of Kepler's bold thinking and computing power. The distance between the orbits of the planets is basically consistent with the value calculated by Copernicus. All his life he believed that the harmony of geometry would bring order to the planets, and that order was the basis of growth.

The Sun as a star provides the massive mass of matter, but is not shown in the picture.

"Gravitational waves prove to me that space-time is the end of geometry. And has it ever occurred to you that we are all at war with the dynamics of the universe right now. Does 'space' mean the structure we see or feel? Not accurate enough. With the development of information technology and the endless video applications of vr and ar, I am afraid that we also need to redefine "vision" and "space", waiting for more scientific and philosophical revelations. Geometry will remain the same eternal."

This year, Franklin Velzek, our professor of space geometry and my supervisor, won the Nobel Prize in Theoretical Physics. This award is awarded to his 19-year-old academic achievement: asymptotic freedom in the theory of strong interactions in particle physics. He was 21 years old when he wrote the thesis, as old as I am now.

More than a quarter of the center's graduates go on to work for NASA's extraterrestrial life exploration project team. I would have chosen the Psyche 16 project team for summer research. The spacecraft is sent from the earth and returns in 2026. Professor Franklin advised me not to rush to make a decision. He was going back to the cold East of the United States for a meeting this week. Before leaving, he introduced a senior to me and said that he would give me advice and let me listen carefully.

I trust and appreciate Professor Franklin. He once said to me: God blinded one of your eyes to let you see something wider than us. One of your wings was broken off by God to make you paint the truth that cannot be painted with a brush. God took away the parents who loved you, because he chose you to be his disciple. He left the book of poems to you, asking you to walk barefoot on the road of thorns and get it.

I chose to meet Franklin's big disciple at the coffee shop on the campus of Arizona State University. It was easy to recognize each other because we were the only ones in the room, both wearing T-shirts beyond the center. There is a line of words on our chest: We build Science beyond Sci-Fi.

Proud and shining.

After shaking hands, we learned that the other party is the best student ever in the professor's mouth. A business card was handed to me, with a bold line on it: Wallace Foundation Chairman.

"Ten years ago I sold all my shares in technology companies, some of which are well known, like a certain search engine and another social networking site. Now I run this non-profit fund and do research that I believe is just and fair." said the man. According to his visual estimation, he is in the middle of his 40s, and his appearance seems to be of mixed race. The thin lips and softer facial contours are the embodiment of Asian descent. His golden eyes often flash a confidence that ordinary people do not have. Except for the occasional sharp eyes, he wears jeans and comfortable sneakers, and his easy-going and alert temperament is no different from any tech upstart living in a single-family villa in Palo Auto, California.

"I think you know from the news that Yoggle, Touchbook and other technology companies have launched new visual programming languages ​​and platforms to improve scientific research computing efficiency and programming experience. But the products they make are far from cool enough. They get up every day without breakfast. Work for Wall Street. God is fair, only a free mind can draw the best works."

"However, I am very optimistic about the prospect of the visual programming platform. It not only lowers the threshold of programming and scientific research computing, but also is full of scalability. It will also make the root of human civilization progress: scientific workers, and let the fire: children, further accept the image reality .Constructing image reality is building a bridge between the digital world and the virtual world. Before people can step into the real digital world, we must give everyone the right to learn 'programming' and make it inalienable—” Wallace drank Taking a sip of ice water, "So do you want to join one of my open source research projects called Fantasy Geometry." He asked me.

Aristotle used the tetrahedron to represent fire, the icosahedron to represent water, the dodecahedron to represent the universe, the octahedron to represent air, and the cube to represent the earth. They are perfect geometry in the eyes of the ancients.

"What do you think the WWW protocol would look like if it had a shape or a pattern?" Wallace turned the steering wheel to the right, the last bend on the winding road to the summit of Kit's Peak. "Ice cracks? Cobwebs? Don't worry. I won't tell Tim Berners Lee, even though we just spoke on the phone." He smiled. "After thinking about this question, you can think about what it would be like to express the 'blockchain' geometrically - this is a chic pre-dinner wine."

I pondered this question. If I could express "blockchain" geometrically, how would I do it?

The air decreases with altitude, and the sun is about to sink below the horizon. From the car window, I saw the VLT telescope with a dome in the shade of the trees under the cold afterglow. It was the first telescope in the world to observe Pluto. It is a channel. I think.