In Mathematics, The Art Of

My Beautiful Proof Lies All In Ruins.

My Theory Stands As Firm As A Rock; Every Arrow Directed Against It Will Return Quickly To Its Archer. How Do I Know This? Because I Have Studied It From All Sides For Many Years; Because I Have Examined All Objections Which Have Ever Been Made Against The Infinite Numbers; And Above All Because I Have Followed Its Roots, So To Speak, To The First Infallible Cause Of All Created Things.

What I Assert And Believe To Have Demonstrated In This And Earlier Works Is That Following The Finite There Is A Transfinite (which One Could Also Call The Supra-finite), That Is An Unbounded Ascending Lader Of Definite Modes, Which By Their Nature Are Not Finite But Infinite, But Which Just Like The Finite Can Be Determined By Well-defined And Distinguishable Numbers.

This View [of The Infinite], Which I Consider To Be The Sole Correct One, Is Held By Only A Few. While Possibly I Am The Very First In History To Take This Position So Explicitly, With All Of Its Logical Consequences, I Know For Sure That I Shall Not Be The Last!

In Mathematics The Art Of Proposing A Question Must Be Held Of Higher Value Than Solving It.