What we know is alwa

What we know is always to changing, evolving. Numbers are constant. But whether measured by numbers or other means, I don’t believe truth–absolute truth–can ever fully be captured. (Simple truths, maybe.) But then again, perhaps that’s how I rationalization–or remain in denial?Makes me think of the poet Seamus Heaney. From Postscript (last sencente):“…You are neither here nor there,A hurry through which known and strange things passAs big soft buffetings come at the car sidewaysAnd catch the heart off guard and blow it open.”


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