Perhaps the world, the land beyond?
Perhaps the ages, far bygone?
Perhaps the universe, ever expanding?
Perhaps the sempiternal curiosity ever enchanting?
Nay, neither nor the other.
Pythagoras, merely wished to tear the world asunder.
Merely hoped, yearned for a wonder
Merely a glimpse, a glimpse to explain the seeming blunder
The art of nature's inadequate sundries
Ah yes, Pythagoras, merely wished.
To see,
And like others to believe,
That the trajectories of the most magnanimous things,
Lie not in that which is gargantuan,
Lie not in that which lies beyond.
But rather in the most minute of life's wonders
And believe, he did, this man of old
For upon the foundation of three mere sides
He discovered far greater, the mysteries of life.
Perhaps the ages, far bygone?
Perhaps the universe, ever expanding?
Perhaps the sempiternal curiosity ever enchanting?
Nay, neither nor the other.
Pythagoras, merely wished to tear the world asunder.
Merely hoped, yearned for a wonder
Merely a glimpse, a glimpse to explain the seeming blunder
The art of nature's inadequate sundries
Ah yes, Pythagoras, merely wished.
To see,
And like others to believe,
That the trajectories of the most magnanimous things,
Lie not in that which is gargantuan,
Lie not in that which lies beyond.
But rather in the most minute of life's wonders
And believe, he did, this man of old
For upon the foundation of three mere sides
He discovered far greater, the mysteries of life.