POEM ON PI by Eve A. Andersson


Pi is transcendental . . . 
The endless number cannot be expressed by any algebraic equation;
No pattern has been found in its digits,
Yet it cannot be proven in a finite amount of time that
               no pattern exists in an infinite number of digits.

Pi goes beyond our reality . . .
The nonexistence of humans would not preclude the existence of pi
For the circle will always exist
In the shape and orbit of a planet,
In the path of a wave
And where there is a circle, there is pi
Intrinsically embedded in it.

Pi is mysterious . . .
It evades all attempts of capture;
It is a line of digits like an endless snake that you can keep
 pulling at without ever reaching its tail.

Pi is perfect . . .
Each seemingly random digit is exactly where it belongs;
Whether the circle is as big as the universe
Or as small as a quark
Its diameter fits around its boundary exactly pi times.
Because pi is found in waves, every color, every sound is an
 expression of pi;
Because pi is found in circles, the moon, the sun, every planet
 and every star is an expression of pi;
Because pi is found in each atom, pi is present in all physical sensation;

Pi is absolute beauty . . .