Limits of Nets
If (xα) is a net from a directed set A into X, and if Y is a subset of X, then we say that (xα) is eventually in Y (or residually in Y) if there exists an α in A so that for every β in A with β ≥ α, the point xβ lies in Y.
If (xα) is a net in the topological space X, and x is an element of X, we say that the net converges towards x or has limit x and write
- lim xα = x
if and only if
- for every neighborhood U of x, (xα) is eventually in U.
Intuitively, this means that the values xα come and stay as close as we want to x for large enough α.
Note that the example net given above on the neighborhood system of a point x does indeed converge to x according to this definition.
Given a base for the topology, in order to prove convergence of a net it is necessary and sufficient to prove that there exists some point x, such that (xα) is eventually in all members of the base containing this putative limit.
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