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what is extraordinary to me about the world
is how explicable it is,
how open to the rational,
as in the solidity of numbers that underlies reality,
and then there is pi,
a real relationship of circumference to diameter in a circle,
but a relationship that cannot quite be held,
a basic reality to the universe
that drives probability, statistics, physics,
and a vine up a tree,
yet feels more approximate than exact,
as numbers infinitely reveal themselves after the decimal,
rational means being able to express reality
as the ratio of one number to another: solid, clear,
pi is irrational, though not in the way
we view the word in psychology,
there irrational means driven by emotion over logic,
instead pi is of logic,
just a logic that cannot quite be held,
yet true, nevertheless.
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