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Text color and formatting represents reading style: [Expository, sort of dull] [Getting a little more excited] [Joyous] [Longing] [A bit frustrated] [Plaintive] [Undulating, somewhat resigned] [All other formatting is inline, using green and square brackets]* The inline formatting is bright so that it is hard to read w/o an effort. That's intentional... |
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In math... I sense the core of truth. Not a simple and easy truth, but a glittering heterarchy suspended and surrounded in all its glory-- by tendrils of dust. There is no center to locate, no edge to grasp, no form to wrap around. The purest truth is inaccessible, just beyond reach, around the eternally last corner. I can’t even see a reflection, not the slightest glimmer of form or tactile existance... My bones ache tendons tremble nerves vibrate And my mind revels, in the slightest glimpse. I thrill to the finest wire of being long to run to the edge of experience and throw myself into the chaos of meaning [softer, turning to almost contemplative] nestle into the whirl of logic, and be subsumed. [half of a pause] But I find no traction. I have no ground under my feet, I run on the treadmill of my mind... and slip, fail, fall. Scrape against harsh physicality My bones still ache. The hollow, constricting sorrow resumes. The waste of life stretches out again and the walls collapse back in again [a little tired/fatigued] This world is not elegant. I am bound by filaments of dust. I am desperate [hang for a smidgen] to be free... |
"Mathematician's Dream" debuted November 29, 2002, performed by Tim McCormack.
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