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Post by Leda EmBorr on Mar 14, 2007 7:07:54 GMT -5
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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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Post by Cara Drume on Mar 17, 2007 10:58:49 GMT -5
Math... *GAG!*
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Post by Starkindler (The Naked Jedi) on Mar 17, 2007 16:59:58 GMT -5
always room for Pi..............  |
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