That there is one right way,
One right answer to every question
About the definition
Of a pin, a dance, an angel;
About the way to count how many…
We beat our heads against it,
Search for the path, the mantra, the koan,
Meditate, keep diaries,
Create sand mandalas of great beauty,
Sweep all the colors together,
Let the river carry them away
As we fall into insanity,
Rise to enlightenment,
Or the other way around.
We pick it up like a toy, a ball.
We run across sunlit grass,
Laughing,
Tossing it back and forth.
We forget it in the gathering dusk
Under the lilac bushes.
It is time to go back in,
To get some sleep.
At least, that is how it is
For some of us,
Some of the time.
Constructivism
Proof by construction is the path
That God Himself has set in math.
To prove that chaos can be transformed
Into a world, the world was formed.
A choir of angels came to be
Singing: “Hosanna! QED!”
But man, a thing of clay and dust,
Had little wit and too much trust.
Soon he was fooled and led astray.
And we, his children, to this day
Remain a weak and bounded race.
Induction for the finite case
Is all we do, till in the end
Each one must meet the final N.
But there is yet a baser proof.
It’s branded by a fiery hoof.
Proof by negation seeks to alter
The very truth. And should you falter,
And in your pride or desperation
Seek to invoke the dark negation,
Repent! Or you should ever rue
Your “Let the opposite be true”.
Double Negative
It is like a sword that wounds, but cannot wound itself…