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This is a poem I wrote with a magnetic poetry set, and likely to be the only good poem I’ll ever write. It’s the closest I’ve ever come to expressing something of how and why I regard mathematics to be sacred. Those of you who are poetry people but not math people will at least sense the depth, I hope, just as I hope the math people are in for a treat.
Work-work has me stressed out of my mind and I’m unlikely to write anything new for awhile, so I thought I’d share this instead. Enjoy.
mathematics find the limit of infinity as it grows to insight logic unravels human ignorance subtleties integrate on a continuum of beauty the derivative of ego is 0 f(x) = a girl whose father understands the world b(f(x)) = she becomes a young woman, algebra her magical boyfriend a(b(f(x))) = her conscious calculus of virtue only to find reality's meaning I solved the distance equation flying to learn bold obtuse angles extend between love and peace grace is an asymptote on the complex coordinate to know mathematics is to understand the power of silence
“to know mathematics is to understand the power
of silence” — brilliant!
/1/ Thanks.
/2/ Your last stanza made me wish 'mathematics' was a verb.
/3/ Along the way I stumbled upon a book (Benson, /The Moment of Proof/, https://archive.org/details/momentofproofmat00bens/ ) which, if you haven't read it yet, you might enjoy.