Earth is not a perfect sphere,
It's a geoid of some kind,
Not perfectly-round but close enough.
A year is a little more than 365 days.
A day is not exactly 24 hours,
little short of that.
Pi is more than 3.
Twenty-two over seven is not far off though,
often close enough.
Man hardly lives a 100 years.
Few goes beyond,
Some get close enough.
Truth ascends above digits,
distorts formulas,
bends orbits.
Man searches it with greed,
never reaches,
never conquers.
So my dear,
give up the precision,
stop running the numbers.
Instead,
smell the soil after rain,
hold a cuddling baby in your hand,
wander your vision from Vega to Orion,
let a snowflake die in your palm.
hear what morning breeze tells,
Then round up what you got.
A little more or a little less.
Even if it is still not found,
You're close enough.
--- Polar Fox
Key words: Geometry, Unusual geometry, Math, Physics, Chemistry, High school, Geometry Olympiads, Free Geometry, Euclidean Geometry, Calculus, Geometric Construction. Oh yes, going-nowhere discussions, haikus, and poems too.
Showing posts with label Close enough. Show all posts
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Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Fox 327
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