Every year,
The Government gives me a month
to prove that I am alive,
And, after I die,
A proof that I'm dead.
This is one time. however.
Every year,
The Government gives me a month
to prove that I am alive,
And, after I die,
A proof that I'm dead.
This is one time. however.
This whole thing came out when I tried to find if odd numbers' infinity is greater than even numbers' infinity (without including zero in the comparison):
I thought infinity is infinity,
But Cantor said that there is more,
First we have aleph-null,
The smallest infinity that is there.
Then we have infinite infinity,
What he calls continuum,
He himself is wary however,
'Infinity is God's kingdom.'
A conversation on infinity with OpenAI:
https://chatgpt.com/share/69044800-df8c-8013-af4b-728ae0e9b2bc
Most infants become adults.
Only some become Infantry.
Best wishes on Infantry Day.
You said to me about
Leaving your sacred place:
It's my zugunruhe*:
It's been a Jug,
since I've rested in this oasis,
I want out now.
It is my zugunruhe,
Like the restlessness,
Of the migratory birds,
Like the restlessness
Of my soul.
The season is ripe now.
*Zugunruhe: (German: zug = migration, unruhe = restlessness) is the innate, internal agitation that builds up in migratory birds (and even some insects, fish, and mammals) when their internal clocks sense it’s time to move.
This is your sacred place,
This is where love began,
This is where love will never end,
This is your oasis of love.
This is where you stopped to drink
The nectar of love,
This is where you anchored down
From the unforgiving sun.
But then you stepped out,
Into the sandstorm,
Toward another oasis,
Which was only a mirage.