A Gödelian Incompleteness | Chitra Gopalakrishnan
A little before noon, as the day hangs between morning and afternoon, in an emergency hospital room in New Delhi, I avert my eyes from its scrubby disarray to its furthest corner, to blank walls, empty, steel-framed beds and shuttered blinds, to their symmetric, white lines, hoping for the cohesion, the cool distance they show towards their surroundings. [Read the rest...] “A Gödelian Incompleteness | Chitra Gopalakrishnan”