Beauty originated the desire to interpret.
Looking forward to the past,
life arises from a narrative, like a body crucified
for the sole purpose of returning.
Every tragedy births a fetishized story
crying to be interpreted;
holes in hands prevent the grasp of life
outside of its communication.
Mathematics is the new angel
of the old western world;
its mythos cloaked in the belief of logic,
feeding humanity’s continuing search.