Prologue—It All Begins with Zero
It’s one of those slate-gray summer days that more properly belong to  mid-August than late May, one of those days in New York City when it is  barely clear where the city ends and the sky begins. The hard-edged  lines and Euclidean-inspired shapes that are building, sidewalk, and  pavement all seem to fuse into one huge melted mass that slowly  dissolves into the humid, breezeless, torpid air. On mornings like  this, even this irrepressible metropolis seems to have slowed a notch,  a muffled cacophony more bass than treble, as the city that never  sleeps stumbles and shuffles to work.
But here in Greenwich Village, at the corner of Mercer and West Fourth  streets, where we find New York University’s Warren Weaver Hall, the  hazy torpor is interrupted by a localized high-energy eddy. Here, deep  in the heart of the artistic rain forest that is “the Village,” just  across the street from the rock ’n’ rolling nightclub the Bottom line,  a stone’s throw from the lofts and galleries that gave birth to
Jackson Pollock, Andy Warhol, and the Velvet Underground, is the home  of the Courant Institute of Mathematical Sciences, where at this moment  there is an excitement worthy of any gallery opening
in SoHo, or any new wave, next wave, or crest-of-the-wave musical  performance.
The lobby and adjacent plaza are teeming with mathematicians, a  polyglot and international group, abuzz with excitement. Listen  closely, and amid the multilingual, every-accent mathematical  jibber-jabber you’ll hear a lot of talk about nothing, or more properly  a lot of talk about zero.
Zero is not an uncommon topic of conversation in New York, but more  often than not it’s the “placeholder zeros” that are on the tip of the  New Yorker’s tongue. These are the zeros that stand in for the orders  of magnitude by which we measure the intellectual, cultural, and  financial abundance that is New York: one zero to mark the tens of  ethnic neighborhoods, two for the hundreds of entertainment options,  three for the thousands of restaurants, six for the millions of people,  and, of course, the zeros upon zeros that mark the billions or even  trillions of dollars that churn through the city every day. These are  not the zeros of void, but the zeros of plenty.
But, today, just one week past Memorial Day 2002, it’s a zero of a  different flavor which has attracted this eclectic group to downtown  New York City. Here some of the world’s greatest mathematicians are  meeting to discuss and possibly, just possibly, witness the resolution  of the most important unsolved problem in mathematics, a problem that  holds the key to understanding the basic mathematical elements that are  the prime numbers. The zeros that tip the tongues of these mathematical  adventurers are zeta zeros,* and the air is electric with the feeling  that perhaps this will be the day when we lay to rest the mystery of  these zeros, which constitutes the Riemann hypothesis.
For over a century mathematicians have been trying to prove the Riemann  hypothesis: that is, to settle once and for all a gently asserted  conjecture of Bernhard Riemann (1826–1866), who was a professor of  mathematics at the University of Göttingen in Germany. Riemann is  perhaps best known as the mathematician responsible for inventing the  geometrical ideas upon which Einstein built his theory of general  relativity. But in 1859, for one brief moment, Riemann turned his  attention to a study of the long-familiar prime numbers. These are  numbers like two, three, five, and seven, each divisible only by one  and itself, fundamental numerical elements characterized by their  irreducibility. Riemann took up the age-old problem of trying to find a  rule which would explain the way in which prime numbers are distributed  among the whole numbers, indivisible stars scattered without end  throughout a boundless numerical universe.
In a terse eight-page “memoir” delivered upon the occasion of his  induction into the prestigious Berlin Academy, Riemann would  revolutionize the way in which future mathematicians would henceforth  study the primes. He did this by connecting a law of the primes to the  understanding of a seemingly completely unrelated complex collection of  numbers—numbers characterized by their common behavior under a sequence  of mathematical transformations that add up to the Riemann zeta  function. Like a Rube Goldbergesque piece of mathematical machinery,  Riemann’s zeta function takes in a number as raw material and subjects  it to a complicated sequence of mathematical operations that results in  the production of a new number. The relation of input to output for  Riemann’s zeta function is one of the most studied processes in all of  mathematics. This attention is largely due to Riemann’s surprising and  mysterious discovery that the numbers which seem to hold the key to  understanding the primes are precisely the somethings which Riemann’s  zeta function turns into nothing, those inputs into Riemann’s number  cruncher that cause the production of the number zero. These are the  zeta zeros, or more precisely the zeros of Riemann’s zeta function, and  they are the zeros that have attracted a stellar cast of mathematicians  to New York.
In his memoir, Riemann had included, almost as an aside, that it seemed  “highly likely” that the zeta zeros have a particularly beautiful and  simple geometric description. This offhand remark, born of genius and  supported by experiment, is the Riemann hypothesis. It exchanges the  confused jumble of the primes for the clarity of geometry, by proposing  that a graphical description of the accumulation of the primes has a  beautiful and surprisingly simple and precise shape. The resolution of  Riemann’s hypothesis holds a final key to our understanding of the  primes.
We’ll never know if Riemann had in mind a proof for this assertion.  Soon after his brief moment of public glory, the ravages of  tuberculosis began to take their toll on his health, leaving him too  weak to work with the intensity necessary to tie up the loose ends of  his Berlin memoir. Just eight years later, at the all too young age of  thirty-nine, Riemann was dead, cheated of the opportunity to settle his  conjecture.
Since then, this puzzling piece of Riemann’s legacy has stumped the  greatest mathematical minds, but in recent years frustration has begun  to give way to excitement, for the pursuit of the Riemann hypothesis  has begun to reveal astounding connections among nuclear physics,  chaos, and number theory. This unforeseen confluence of mathematics and  physics, as well as certainty and uncertainty, is creating a frenzy of  activity that suggests that after almost 150 years, the hunt might be  over.
This is the source of the buzz filling the Courant Institute’s  entryway. It is a buzz amplified by the fact that whoever settles the  question of the zeta zeros can expect to acquire several new zeros of  his or her own, in the form of a reward offered by the Clay Institute  of Mathematics, which has included the Riemann hypothesis as one of  seven “Millennium Prize Problems,” each worth $1 million. So the jungle  of abstractions that is mathematics is now full of hungry hunters. They  are out stalking big game—the resolution of the Riemann hypothesis—and  it seems to be in their sights.
The Riemann hypothesis stands in relation to modern mathematics as New  York City stands to the modern world, a crossroads and nexus for many  leading figures and concepts, rich in unexpected and serendipitous  conjunctions. The story of the quest to settle the Riemann hypothesis  is one of scientific exploration and discovery. It is peopled with  starry-eyed dreamers and moody aesthetes, gregarious cheerleaders and  solitary hermits, cool calculators and wild-eyed visionaries. It  crisscrosses the Western world and includes Nobel laureates and Fields  medalists. It has similarities with other great scientific journeys but  also has its own singular hallmarks, peculiar to the fascinating world  of mathematics, a subject that has intrigued mankind since the  beginning of thought.
2The God-Given Natural Numbers
The great German mathematician Leopold Kronecker (1823–1891) said that  “God created the natural numbers.” And it is true that the natural  numbers—one, two, three, four; on and on they go—appear to have been  present from the beginning, coming into existence with the birth of the  universe, part and parcel of the original material from which was knit  the ever-expanding continuum of space-time.
The natural numbers are implicit in the journey of life, which is a  nesting of cycles imposed upon cycles, wheels within wheels. One is the  instant. Two is the breathing in and out of our lungs, or the beat of  our hearts. The moon waxes and wanes; the tides ebb and flow. Day  follows night, which in turn is followed once again by day. The cycle  of sunrise, noon, and sunset give us three. Four describes the circle  of seasons.
These natural numbers help us to make sense of the world by finding  order, in this case an order of temporal patterns, that lets us know  what to expect and when. We notice the rising and setting of the sun,  and that cycle of two is given a more detailed structure as we follow  the sun through the sky over the course of a day. We turn the temporal  telescope around and also see day as part of the larger cycle of the  phases of the moon, whose steady progress is situated within the cycle  of the seasons that makes up the year. Patterns within patterns within  patterns; numbers within numbers within numbers—all working together to  create a celestial symphony of time.
Armed with this new understanding we make tentative, tiny forays out  into the Jamesian “booming, buzzing world” and shape a life within and  around it. Embedded in the recognition of the cycle is the ability to  predict, and thus to prepare, and then to direct the world to our  advantage. We coax and bend an unflinching, steady march of time; and  in a subtle jujitsu of nature, technologies are born. We learn when to  sow and when to reap, when to hunt and when to huddle. We exploit that  which we cannot change. We discover the cycle and ride it as an eagle  rides an updraft.
In the absence of a natural cycle we may impose one, for in routine we  find a sense of control over the unwieldy mess that is life. We relish  the comfort of being a regular at a local diner or a familiar face at  the coffee cart on the street, and the rhythm of the daily morning dog  walk. We dream of options, if only to choose our own routines, our own  patterns, our own numbers.
But as befits that which is part and parcel of space-time, number is  not only a synecdoche of temporal organization but also the most basic  and elementary means of quantifying a spatial organization of the  world. Nature gives us few, if any, truly straight lines or perfect  circles. But there is one moon; there is one sun; the animals go two by  two. We organize, we count, and therefore we are.
In this way, number is presented to us in the world in both time and  space, instances upon instances, but this is only the beginning.  Kronecker said not only that the natural numbers are God-given, but  also that “all else is the work of man.” What first appear as singular  phenomena are eventually unified, gathered into a collective that is  then recognized as a pattern. Soon, the pattern is itself familiar, and  so it becomes less a pattern and more a particular. The game is then  repeated, and we find a new superpattern to explain what had once  seemed disparate patterns. So on and so on we go, building the  discipline that will come to be known as mathematics.
Beginning “the work”
Suppose that I walk past a restaurant and catch a glimpse of a  perfectly set square table, place settings at each edge, each side of  the table providing a resting place for a full complement of plates,  glasses, and silverware. As I approach the entrance to the restaurant,  a group of women arrive and I imagine them seated at that beautiful  table, one at each side, continuing their animated conversation. As I  pass by again some time later, I see the women leave the restaurant.  They stand outside, say their good-byes, and one by one are whisked  away by taxicabs.
What is it that the group of women has in common with the collection of  place settings, the chairs at the table, the very sides of the table,  and the taxicabs that finally take them away? It is the correspondence  that they engender. It is a correspondence that I make mentally and  visually as I watch the women, one that you make as you read this  story, seeing each woman paired with a chair, a plate, or a taxi. Any  other grouping of objects that could be paired with them
in this way has this same property, this same basic pattern. This  pattern is one of “numerosity.” These groups all share the property of  “fourness.”
Each collection, whether it be the chairs, the place settings, or the  taxis, is such that its component objects can be put into a one-to-one  correspondence with the group of women. We say, as an abbreviation for  this property, that the group of women has a size of four, and this is  a property shared among each of the sets of objects that may be put  into a correspondence with the women. If you had in your possession a  collection of hats and I inquired if you had one for each of the women,  you might have me list the women, or show you a picture of the group,  but even better, you could ask me “how many” women need hats. My  answer, “four,” would be enough for you to check to see if you had one  hat for each.
The self-contained nature of the correspondence—there is no object left  unpaired—is perhaps what underlies the other classification of the  number four, or for that matter any natural number, as an integer, and  in particular a positive integer. The totality of the integers consists  of the natural numbers, their negatives, and zero.
Thus four becomes an agreed-upon name for a pattern that we recognize  in the world. At Christmas, four are the calling birds; at Passover,  four are the matriarchs, symbols that are simultaneously iconic and  generic. We wind our way back through numerical history. Four are the  fingers proudly displayed by a protonumerate toddler, a set of  scratchings on a Sumerian cuneiform, or the bunch of beads or pebbles  lying at the feet of a Greek philosopher. The last of these universal  physical numerical proxies, which the Greeks called calculi, gave birth  to our words calculus and calculate, and mark the mathematician as both  the forefather and the child of the first “bean counters”: the  Pythagoreans.								
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