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pronunciation of these moments enhances their reality, Hal. I really like what you have done, melding spheres. Sheila On 4/7/07, Halvard Johnson <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > Sonnet: In Fine Fettled Sleep > > Between the artificial hills and the more pragmatic > wavelets, back in the analog age, mathematical proofs > proved worthless. Some angular deflections invited > trisections and later even quintisections, among other > > impossible feats. Foolproof analogies calibrated our > volt-meters, reminding us of the First Law of Baseball: > There's no Game Five after four have already been lost. > Humdrum solutions to perfectly humdrum problems. > > "Das ist kein Mann!" sings Siegfried italicly, Brünnhilde > resting yet in fire-shielded sleep. What's most remarkable > fails to surprise us any longer. All true theorums are trivial, > as she once sang. We joke about this with co-workers, > > but never to the boss. And yet, keeping the door open just > a crack allows x and not-x to sweetly cohabit the room. > > > Hal > > Halvard Johnson > ================ > [log in to unmask] > [log in to unmask] > http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard > http://entropyandme.blogspot.com > http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com > http://www.hamiltonstone.org >