Transcendental, not Transcendent
Today is Pi Day. 3/14 -- and it is celebrated at 1:59:24 this afternoon.
I am marking the occasion by listening to Hard'n'Phirm's song Pi on repeat.
Lyrics:
When ink and pen in hands of men inscribe your form (bipedal P) / they draw an altar on which God has slaughtered all stability / no eyes could soak in all the places you anoint and yet to see you all at once we only need the point / flirting with infinity our geometric progeny that fit inside you oh so tight with triangles that feel so right
Chorus
(many digits of pi, recited)
Your ever-constant homily says flaw is discipline / the patron saint of imperfection frees us from our sin / and if our transcendental lift shall find a final floor / then Man will know the death of God where wonder was before
I am marking the occasion by listening to Hard'n'Phirm's song Pi on repeat.
Lyrics:
When ink and pen in hands of men inscribe your form (bipedal P) / they draw an altar on which God has slaughtered all stability / no eyes could soak in all the places you anoint and yet to see you all at once we only need the point / flirting with infinity our geometric progeny that fit inside you oh so tight with triangles that feel so right
Chorus
(many digits of pi, recited)
Your ever-constant homily says flaw is discipline / the patron saint of imperfection frees us from our sin / and if our transcendental lift shall find a final floor / then Man will know the death of God where wonder was before

