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“Now, as Mandelbrot points out, ... Nature has played a joke on the mathematicians. The 19th-century mathematicians may not have been lacking in imagination, but Nature was not. The same pathological structures that the mathematicians invented to break loose from 19th-century naturalism turn out to be inherent in familiar objects all around us.”

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Freeman Dyson
Freeman Dyson

Freeman Dyson is an accomplished theoretical physicist known for his contributions to quantum electrodynamics, cosmology, and nuclear physics. He has worked at institutions such as the Institute for Advanced Study and the University of Cambridge, and has been honored for his innovative research and ideas. more

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