| One Strip, or Two? It wraps around, never-ending. Soldiers dancing upon its surface become confused and stop in fear. Where does it go? Where does it end? What is its mystery? Why does it provoke so many questions? "Ack!" they cry and run in all directions-- well, almost, not in all directions, since then they would fall off the thin sides and perish . . . so instead they skip about on the top, on the bottom? On the top-- no wait, it's the bottom-- what should they do? A poet sitting nearby examines the situation. "It's a perfectly scrumptious idea!" he says to himself. He picks up his paper and quill, or maybe just a computer, since he is a modern sort of poet, though he does not yet know it. He stretches his mind and retrieves the perfect analogy, the perfect metaphor, the perfect comparison he can find . . . a friendship is like a Mobius Strip. It continues on and on and on and on and on . . . (here the poet trails off because of boredom). What is needed in place of this normal, average, squatting poet? A mathematical poet! But where can one be found? Right here, you say? Well, fabulous! She comes out and gracefully goes to join the soldiers, before slipping off the edge, but then one soldier catches her and saves her and her brilliant mind. He gives her a present of a Mobius-Strip-shaped necklace, but then he stares at her in rapture as she continues the poem and says that her bestest friend and she form a Mobius Strip because they have no beginning, no end, they only are a mystery with their insanity together. He loves the way her words don't rhyme, he loves the way she babbles on, he loves the way she falls constantly. At long last, he asks her to marry him, which she agrees to, but insists first that he must kill the evil dragon for her-- the evil dragon Jimbo that sits in the middle of the Mobius Strip, waiting to devour all who skip by him. The soldier gives the mathematician a firm salute, and a deep, life-long, passionate kiss which she feels even between her toes, and in the little spots behind her ears. He then leaves her to go kill Jimbo, but instead of piercing the dragon's scaly skin with his long sword, he stops and tells Jimbo that he really should moisturize. Jimbo, with great surprise that someone would tell him the truth, leaps up from his spot, hugs the soldier, and goes to find the nearest Avon dealer for their special Skin-So-Soft products. The mathematician runs to the soldier, throws her arms around him, and they dance a jig, all the way to the church where their friends and family are. and then . . . a tall, dark, and handsome man, who just happens to be standing nearby painting the scene, hears about the gasp-inducing beauty of the mathematical poet's bestest friend, and longs to hold her in his arms. To his shock and absolute glee, she appears in a chaise lounge carried by many gorgeous men, though he does not notice them. She drapes her arm about the back of the chair, and lays her head on her arm. The man sighs deeply, and naturally gasps because of her looks, and then he orders her to be placed on the ground, and he goes to her, willingly. She smiles as he kisses her nose, she smiles as he whisks her away to join her friend, to be fully a part of life, to hear more about this great quandary known as the Mobius Strip. |
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