My Beautiful Proof Lies All In Ruins.

To Ask The Right Question Is Harder Than To Answer It.

I Realize That In This Undertaking I Place Myself In A Certain Opposition To Views Widely Held Concerning The Mathematical Infinite And To Opinions Frequently Defended On The Nature Of Numbers.

The Fear Of Infinity Is A Form Of Myopia That Destroys The Possibility Of Seeing The Actual Infinite, Even Though It In Its Highest Form Has Created And Sustains Us, And In Its Secondary Transfinite Forms Occurs All Around Us And Even Inhabits Our Minds.

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

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.