This is a bigger world than it was once
it expands an explosion it can't help it it has
nothing to do with us with whether we know or
not whether our theories can be proved
whether or not a mathematician
knew a better class of circles
(he has a name, Taniyama, a Conjecture)
than was ever known before before—
not circles, elliptic curves. Not doughnuts.
Not anything that is nearly, only is, such
a world is hard to imagine, harder to live in,
harder still to leave. A little like love, Dear.
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