As if, by sound, the mathematics of a life, a soul, could be adumbrated, the x, y and z of one man breathing on the earth...
Who would have thought that delight could be so cruel?
Follow, if you can, the logarithmic spiral of an intuition, wherever it is going, and let some beauty find you.Let it break you down to the root.
All these approximations, these emotions,their hidden mathematics portends some true humanity yet unheard.The music of the Golden Section measures us in its cabbala.
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