Where each element – animate and inanimate, living or dead taking only for its needs; then returning that which is nature’s due.
All, except one –
pi is an irrational number represented by the symbol π, and is the ratio of the circumference of a circle and its diameter commonly written as
C = 2πr
A known proof for the rational value of π does not exist.
What is found in the i of the pi, this transcendental ghost in righteous distress which evades indentured minds crusading upon the evanescent continuum of truth.
Will pi raised to e reveal To Be as the definite cause or just an infinite pause?
Is the root of two an insipid brew seasoned by the tricks of a scholastic rue?
Is zero a point from which all things trend about a circular path where there is no end?
What will be found in the i of the pi, this revenant presence which haunts the restless conscience of mortality mired helplessly far from the precipice of reason.
Will they find love at the end of i? Will peace and grace be resolved by pi? Does providence wait at the limit of x?
