I'm gazing into the skies,
into infinity among the stars
which ardent looks send
burning passionately
in the fervor of their
swollen mights…
I feel lonely in these
frozen winter nights,
bound by infinities
which exist within us,
in convulsions
of our feelings,
in anxieties and hopes
which define our lives,
infinities within which
our brilliant, yet confused
thoughts wander;
and I ponder…
"How much exactly
is a square root of two?
What is the smallest fraction,
the largest number?
What's the purpose of good,
the evil and its whims,
what is reality,
and what are dreams…"
I'm looking into the skies,
the universe spilled itself
over its wilderness,
the stars flicker in my sight,
thoughts wonder and
souls tremble tonight.
How much exactly is a square root of two? What is the smallest fraction, the largest number? Embroided with emotions. Good. Joshua.
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Einstein was really wonderful, a great genius.