a notion of spirit #2

*i recently tried to figure a mathematical equation for god: the tiniest possible anything with the largest, then thought, hmm...god can't be represented mathematically, but maybe spirit can.
this was the rude equation: the + nth root of infinity with the the + product of infinity to the nth degree.
of course infinity's not a real number, just a composite such-and such (haven't taken enough math :blush: to say exactly what the such-and-such means), but you get the idea. and the formula made me very(!) happy, if rather at a loss for words.*

this is the original poem (that i misplaced) that followed the above rumination:

i am male with
you envelop me
with your perfumes
a mystery
sometimes

the haze
surrounding your
figures muddles
my head
i cry out in
anguish and longing
for your beauty

you were
glorious this
morning; you
dimmed the sun.




and when i couldn't remember the original:


you masculinize
me, open
your joy
as you square
universes, nay
multiply
infinity to
the nth degree
tears fill my
eyes at
your peerless
beauty; you
display its
nth root
(all this in + capacity)
swirls in my
head meld and mold
like so many true
loves, perfect
snowfalls,
sparkles
in a baby's smile,
mirages in the 1960's...

though i failed
at love, you
yet manage to
exalt me
and i beg for mercy
because i cannot
stand this exquisite
rapture.

i lay my mind,
my loyalty
on your altar.

continue
calculating, listening,

waiting for your whispers, my love.

Argh, yes, I saw the other thread, closed, hence 'a notion of spirit #2.'
Beautiful work, as usual. You display the most superior reverence and respect ideal, I think, to share a stunning spirituality.
Too many philosophers, it seems, have attempted finding a mathematical equation and/or expression to prove (or antagonize) the existence or measure of a Supreme Being, including René Descartes, Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz, and various physicists.
I think Immanuel Kant, however, verbalized it best, without empirical proof that anything infinite, according to its full definition, a finite mind, such as ours, can never comprehend, not even with imagination.
Indeed, you also speak wisely with your parting words: "continue / calculating, listening, / waiting for your whispers, my love."
:)

Once again another great poem..er....poems. :cool:

why, thanks. you don't comment much, so i really take that as a complement. 'specially as i'm a little defunct in the math department.

but you know, guys, you don't have to tell me this stuff's nice all the time.
i was definitely surprised by what i read after posting this in an earlier thread, but really, as long as you aren't personalizing your critiques and are offering constructive stuff, i'd be so happy to see that as well. :nod:

How can you be 'a little defunct in the math department' and still have a thing for pi? :p

well, math speaks to me. ("Oh, A-zee-EE," it calls. :D :p) so on an intuitive level, it makes total sense, but i haven't really gone all that far, you know. 'sides, gramps taught math and dad likes it bunches it so p'raps it's a nature/nurture thing.