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 tricks of a scholastic crew?
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?
Will rational pursuit find the equation for WHY?
Châz
