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Post by Leda EmBorr on Mar 14, 2007 7:29:41 GMT -5
I love this poem! I found it online many years ago and I've had it taped to my fridge ever since! Pi
Round bellied and cavern eyed, the Mathematician concocts and conceives his master computer to divine God's riddle in the Circle---
a satellite - he Radiates for revelation in the rhythm of the peaks and crags at the edge of the mountainous universe:
Circumference Divided by Diameter, Circumference Divided by Diameter.
In this sacred separation He will never be able to touch or hold five hundred million places into forever, feel the breath of God whisper at his lips, rattle his ribcage to the symphony of intimite numbers.
But he douses and descries, aiming his desire at the nearest galaxy:
Give me the End, He cries. Cease this Swirling--- I Command you to take me Home!---author Unknown.
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