| Please Excuse My Dear Aunt Sally (She can't Count) Laws of life are based in Geometry. Love, hate; life, death; spread across the x-axis, we have perfect symmetry. The noble savage is now educated. The savage garden, now an awry science project; a terrarium choking itself while man gives up, blissfully sedated. Deviant behavior is the product of rogue architects. Perverse is now Diverse; a negated term, an integer spilling forth, overflowing the circumference of the bubble of respect. For those who follow no mathematic rules? Statistics prove with hard digits the unpredictable chaos forthwith which comes like the cavalcade it ensues. M. C. Escher crawls on his ceiling, bleating logarithms (common and natural) onto the canvas of a calculator. Interesting work, yet it lacks all feeling. The value of life can be measured in tidy monetary units. God save those of the right hemisphere; the tribe of the left choose all that is treasured. |