When it comes to the world as it really is,
Not merely as it seems,
Is it fair to say words are the gingerbread,
Numbers the bearing beams?
Or is math, as language is,
But a net of fragile lace
We fling in a game attempt to catch
The whole of time and space?

Chris O'Carroll

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