I felt satisfaction and vindication when the great beast panicked. It felt good to know that, just by sitting in a room and using pure math, I could change the world around me.
But was it a better world? Reminds me of prisoners who create havoc (or self-mutilate) simply to exert some control on their world. Or two-year olds for that matter. The goal shouldn’t be to simply change the world, but rather to improve it.
