Chapter 4- Mathematics: Contemplation

CONTEMPLATION

In the painter’s verdant landscape

One feels the homely warmth

In the red-roofed cottage aptly placed.

Though music’s listener's ear may not wish to know,

We can be sure within the mystery,

Each new octave trips in at note number eight,

And E sharp and C flat

are never there.

And we can muse,

The rainbow’s seven hues,

Live unplanned in the C.D.’s playing side;

Or in each multifariously sized bubble

That makes up the shoreline’s joyous foam.

And oh! What of Man?

There within ...

Calling, shaping, drawing, leading,

Make x the unknown quantity

Yes- + our Christ.