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What does comfort mean to you?
May. 29th, 2006 11:32 pm3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209749445923078164062862089986280348253421170679...
It's Pi, in case the numerical ramblings hadn't already given things away. It's numbers, and then more than that. I like to say them over and over again, in my head and out of it, when things get especially bad. There's a specific order to them, and a purpose. And no matter what happens to me, or the world, or me and the world together, nothing is going to take away that order, and that purpose.
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There's an answer, you see. There is a problem, and then there is a solution. The math is constant, and something that can never be taken away from you. It makes me feel better. It's always made me feel better, even before I knew what Pi was.
That if you walked the feet, and counted them as you went, you could always figure the size of the world, and maybe just maybe, how big you were in it.
The circumference, to the diameter. And the sky, to my step.
...4428810975665933446128475648233786783165271201909145648566923460348610454326648213393607260249141273...
The math never changes, and it never leaves you. It never gets lost, unless you let it go. And it's never failed me, not once. Oh, I've failed the math plenty of times, by missing the lesson, or forgetting what I shouldn't. But it's the universal language for many, many very good reasons, and we always find a way to communicate.
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I say it to myself, outloud sometimes, when I'm sad. or scared. I say as many digits as my head can carry. It's reminded my what my voice sounded like when I was as like as not to forget, and it's been my sheep that I went to sleep to at night. It's hard not to agree with that.
It's Pi, in case the numerical ramblings hadn't already given things away. It's numbers, and then more than that. I like to say them over and over again, in my head and out of it, when things get especially bad. There's a specific order to them, and a purpose. And no matter what happens to me, or the world, or me and the world together, nothing is going to take away that order, and that purpose.
...8214808651328230664709384460955058223172535940812848111745028410270193852110555964462294895493038196..
There's an answer, you see. There is a problem, and then there is a solution. The math is constant, and something that can never be taken away from you. It makes me feel better. It's always made me feel better, even before I knew what Pi was.
That if you walked the feet, and counted them as you went, you could always figure the size of the world, and maybe just maybe, how big you were in it.
The circumference, to the diameter. And the sky, to my step.
...4428810975665933446128475648233786783165271201909145648566923460348610454326648213393607260249141273...
The math never changes, and it never leaves you. It never gets lost, unless you let it go. And it's never failed me, not once. Oh, I've failed the math plenty of times, by missing the lesson, or forgetting what I shouldn't. But it's the universal language for many, many very good reasons, and we always find a way to communicate.
...724587006606315588174881520920962829254091715364367892590360011330530548820466521384146951941511609...
I say it to myself, outloud sometimes, when I'm sad. or scared. I say as many digits as my head can carry. It's reminded my what my voice sounded like when I was as like as not to forget, and it's been my sheep that I went to sleep to at night. It's hard not to agree with that.
