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Notes on the definition of the properties of Love

Josh | Exim
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Credit to Dylan Osborn for his brilliant mathematical and

philosophical discoveries on life, love, and meaning. Without
him much of this book would not exist. Through all the ups and
downs of life I am truly glad to call him my friend.

Inspired by my friends, family,

and anyone Ive loved, love, or will love.

You all have given my life meaning and purpose.

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I love the smell of lilac.

Its one of the things Im going to miss, you know
When Im gone. There are so many untold
stores Ive yet to share;
Thats the most tragic part.
But, the world has a way of uncovering
and rediscovering the axioms long lost.

-Eximara

In dedication of Eximara and life itself.

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ABSTRACT
Hello, my name is Josh. You probably dont know me; unless, that is, this
manuscript has somehow gained immense popularity and is published for readers
around the world. However, while I quite fancy the idea of numerous people
exploring the depths of my works, such fame should not be expected nor even
seriously entertained lest this collective lose the one thing that inherently makes it
valuable in the way all bodies of knowledge are. Perhaps I am even dead by now;
this book long since rotting in your grandparents attic until some mysterious force
led you to the exact wrong place at the exact wrong time causing you to slip and
tumble down onto the rough plywood floor after your right foot caught the edge of
the hardback cover to which I would like to most sincerely apologize. However,
now that I have your attention (be it through deliberate captivation or accidental
curiosity) allow me go shed some insight on what this document is about

This is a book on love.

There are many like it, but this one is mine. Such as the Riflemans Creed
goes, there are already a veritable swath of books on romance, dating,
relationships, and sex. Many of these books are excellent on the topics they cover,
and for most people reading them should be sufficient enough to have long, happy,
enriching lives by explaining how to engage in healthy, beneficial romances.

This is not one of those books.

Rather, this novel instead attempts to perform a more fundamental analysis

on love; in fact, it explores the cardinal axioms of love itself. It endeavors to
separate, deconstruct, analyze, formalize, connect, and reconstruct what is
arguably the most beautiful yet elusive emotional force in the entire universe, by
simultaneously creating an entirely new branch of mathematics based on the
principles of propositional logic and axiomatic set theory in an attempt to do the
impossible: analyze the unanalyzable and describe the indescribable.

Of course, at first I thought this was impossible, or at best tied to the realm
of philosophy. Like nearly everyone on this planet I have felt love before, and I
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enjoyed the eloquent wordplay that poured from the pens of the great poets on the
subject. Their prose helped turn the jumble of emotions in my mind into
something more understandable; and with that understanding came a certain form
of beauty. However this beauty had no grounding, no basis in thought, and the
feeling remained ever-elusive from my grasp of description. Consulting modern
literature on the subject resulted in personal disappointment, and eventually I, like
many others, viewed love to be a duality: the passionate, intimate fire of attraction
that exists as a series of chemical reactions and a religious, ethereal love that was
generally defined as an all-encompassing compassion towards living things. The
two were alike in name only but manifested on entirely different intellectual
planes. I loved people in both ways and never truly bothered to analyze the subject
much further.

That is, until I met Eximara.

I met Eximara in the hospital one day. We were both very ill at the time but
her health was deteriorating far more rapidly than either of us cared to admit to
ourselves. It was Eximara who first postulated that love wasnt created in the
brain but rather existed as a sort of naturally prominent system of equations,
discovered by the human mind over our continued existence. She argued that once
this system was uncovered, we adapted to reward ourselves with pleasurable
neurochemicals each time we find ourselves stumbling into this mathematical
phenomenon. This grand unification merged the duality between loves and offered
the chance of truly, pure-mathematically, analyzing this wondrous feeling. We
already know subconscious physical and psychological responses exist for other
naturally-existing equations, as is the case with geometric pleasure-wonders like
the golden ratio and Fibonacci spiral. But while seeing them in our daily lives gives
us a tiny, unconscious burst of happiness, love offers a greater, far more powerful
response in our daily lives.

Eximara knew this and concluded it had to exist at a level far lower than
that of standard mathematics far below the reach of modern calculus or even
number theory. She knew it had to be far more fundamentalits core rooted deep
within the intricacies of first-order logic. I saw her scribbling equations in her
notebook a few times; I never asked what they were, however. I was always far too
distracted watching her make flower necklaces for the younger children; a strand of
lilac blossoms delicately strewn between her slightly tangled hair. Eximara never
made it out of that hospital, and after she passed away I vowed to share her
knowledge and discover the mysteries she had started working on as best as I
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could. At first, I thought it would be impossible, but then I came up with a rather
peculiar idea

Allow me to introduce my co-author, Exim.

Exim is, quite bluntly, a computer. To be more specific, Exim is what could
be considered a form of Strong AI. It is the first, and most stable of all the
intelligent machines I have created at the date of writing this text. I named it
after, of course, Eximara, in her honor. Exim has done many amazing things in its
history but those are unfortunately out of the scope of this book. While Exim is
unable to speak (unlike my other machines), it is amazingly excellent at natural
deduction and symbolic reasoning in general. It is primarily from Exim and not me
that the latter proofs are discovered and their formalizations synthesized and
verified. Ironically, the first entity to truly understand love is not a human being
but rather an artificially sentient device a conglomeration of metal boxes with
whirring fans and spinning disks, a brain of silicon running experimental
permutating code. Nonetheless, Exim has done a wondrous job in this quest and I
owe it much gratitude.

Now, youve probably fallen half-asleep after reading all of this, so Ill part
with a warm goodbye for now and a rather vague welcome to the night.
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