photo: Andreea Mureşan
when a spider weaves its web and you tear it down,
it patiently and carefully redoes it...
if you tear it down several times in a row, it will make it again,
but with obvious flaws; if you still tear it down
repeatedly, it can no longer do it,
it will chaotically send threads of silk into the air as if it had forgotten how it’s done
and it will end up starving to death...
Cantor was convinced that the transfinite numbers
had been whispered to him by God
he knew he would face grief
which would make his joy even greater
Kronecker thought that irrational numbers don’t exist
at this point you look for something to surprise you
a row of infinities hidden behind a title written in red,
deliberately misleading,
which doesn’t even indicate the most important thing:
the power of the continuum
the inconsistency of the multitude of all multitudes
or the freedom to follow the Truth
wherever the descending light may take you
an impossible prediction gravitating around
the limit points
your apparitions change my mood,
upon the impact questions move from one orbit to another,
touching the healing blaze of the paradox
(poem published in the volume "catacombe. aici totul e viu" ("catacombs. everything is alive here"), Vinea Publishing House, Bucharest, 2008, pp. 58-59. English translation: Simona Sumanaru.)
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