euler39s-identity
Original: euler39s-identity on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Woman with dark hair (gesturing): The most profound equation is Euler's identity.
(equation shown) e^(i·π) + 1 = 0
Panel 2:
Woman with dark hair: Thus we propose using it as the standard unit of profundity!
Panel 3:
Woman with red/pink hair: Does this unit serve any mathematical purpose?
Panel 4:
Woman with dark hair: No. But that fact alone automatically qualifies it for 10 milli-Eulers.
Panel 5:
Woman with dark hair: Also, as a pragmatic matter, it's very useful for shutting down emotional conversations that occur while eating upon the vault of heaven in a mystic coalescence of wonder and fear.
Panel 6:
Caption: LATER...
Woman with dark hair (lying on grass under the stars, with a partner): These same stars shone upon Socrates.
Partner: 0.01
Woman with dark hair: Fuck you.
Votey:
Handwritten note: This comic: -10^100 Eulers
Woman with dark hair (gesturing): The most profound equation is Euler's identity.
(equation shown) e^(i·π) + 1 = 0
Panel 2:
Woman with dark hair: Thus we propose using it as the standard unit of profundity!
Panel 3:
Woman with red/pink hair: Does this unit serve any mathematical purpose?
Panel 4:
Woman with dark hair: No. But that fact alone automatically qualifies it for 10 milli-Eulers.
Panel 5:
Woman with dark hair: Also, as a pragmatic matter, it's very useful for shutting down emotional conversations that occur while eating upon the vault of heaven in a mystic coalescence of wonder and fear.
Panel 6:
Caption: LATER...
Woman with dark hair (lying on grass under the stars, with a partner): These same stars shone upon Socrates.
Partner: 0.01
Woman with dark hair: Fuck you.
Votey:
Handwritten note: This comic: -10^100 Eulers
Alt text
A six-panel SMBC comic about rating profundity in units of Euler's identity. A dark-haired woman declares that the most profound equation is Euler's identity (e^(i·π) + 1 = 0) and proposes using it as the standard unit of profundity. A red-haired woman asks whether the unit serves any mathematical purpose; the answer is no, but that very fact qualifies it for '10 milli-Eulers.' She adds it is useful for shutting down emotional conversations had while gazing at the stars in wonder and fear. In the final panel, labeled LATER, she lies on the grass under the stars beside a partner and says 'These same stars shone upon Socrates,' to which the partner deadpans '0.01' (rating the statement at 0.01 Eulers), and she replies 'Fuck you.' Votey: a hand-drawn note rating the comic itself at '-10^100 Eulers.'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.