Recently my dear love, the professional philosopher, got to thinking about a plane that just touches a sphere, and wondered: *where* does the plane just touch the sphere? I, the mathematician, knew just what to call that: it’s the “point of tangency”, or if you want a phrasing that’s a little less Law French, the “tangent point”. The tangent to a curve is a flat surface, of one lower dimension than the space has — on the two-dimensional plane the tangent’s a line; in three-dimensional space the tangent’s a plane; in four-dimensional space the tangent’s a pain to quite visualize perfectly — and, ordinarily, it touches the original curve at just the one point, locally anyway.

But, and this is a good philosophical objection, is a “point” really anywhere? A single point has no breadth, no width, it occupies no *volume*. Mathematically we’d say it has measure zero. If you had a glass filled to the brim and dropped a point into it, it wouldn’t overflow. If you tried to point at the tangent point, you’d *miss* it. If you tried to highlight the spot with a magic marker, you couldn’t draw a mark centered on that point; the best you could do is draw out a swath that, presumably, has the point, somewhere within it, somewhere.

This feels somehow like one of Zeno’s Paradoxes, although it’s not one of the paradoxes to have come down to us, at least so far as I understand them. Those are all about the problem that there seem to be conclusions, contrary to intuition, that result from supposing that space (and time) can be infinitely divided; but, there are at least as great problems from supposing that they can’t. I’m a bit surprised by that, since it’s so easy to visualize a sphere and a plane — it almost leaps into the mind as soon as you have a fruit and a table — but perhaps we just don’t happen to have records of the Ancients discussing it.

We can work out a good deal of information about the tangent point, and staying on firm ground all the way to the end. For example: imagine the sphere sliced into a big and a small half by a plane. Imagine moving the plane in the direction of the smaller slice; this produces a smaller slice yet. Keep repeating this ad infinitum and you’d have a smaller slice, volume approaching zero, and a plane that’s approaching tangency to the sphere. But then there is that slice that’s so close to the edge of the sphere that the sphere isn’t cut at all, and there is something curious about that point.

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I was born 198 years to the day after Johnny Appleseed. The differences between us do not end there. He/him.
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When we were talking about this before, I realized that there’s a paradox or at least a bit of sophistry to be made out of the idea of coloring a point. (I expect I’m not the first person to think of this, though I did hit on it independently.) A point has no area. Something has to have an area, however, to be colored: it has to take up space. So if we choose some arbitrary point on a piece of paper and use a red marker to color in a section of the paper that contains that point, it is still the case that the point itself is not red. This can be repeated with any arbitrary point within the red section. Thus, no point within the red section is in fact red.

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You’re right, yes, and it isn’t just a bit of sophistry. I think this idea is tied rather closely to the division between intensive and extensive quantities, and that’s worth some further attention so I might write a sequel post to this.

The division there is one that I know from statistical mechanics, where there are some physical properties — such as atomic weight — that are inherent to every molecule of a substance, while there are others — such as density — that really aren’t. This demands an answer to the question of where it does come from. This is probably just another version of the heap paradox, I admit, but it’s one that a narrow-minded physics major can’t dismiss as a vapid argument over words.

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Answer to question: ideally, at the touchdown point on the runway.

Oh, wait, wrong kind of plane.

Yes, I know Earth is an oblate spheroid, not a sphere.

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There’d also be the takeoff point too, come to think of it.

(I believe the contemporary favorite term for the shape of the earth is actually “geoid”, which covers all the ways that the planet is a little bit off being spheroidal, but isn’t nearly so satisfying to say, particularly as it’s too obviously just a way of saying “earth-shaped”.)

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I especially like, “If you tried to point at a tangent point, you’d miss it.”

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My, thank you kindly. It’s so easy accepting marks on paper as things that it’s easy to forget they’re only approximations, and precision is difficult.

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