Emily Dickinson wrestled with learning to tell time. I did, too. It's funny how one language sets in well with us or not at all.
A wise man once said to me that we think through a language. We have as many different ways of thinking as we do languages that we speak. It must have been true. He was a Turkish man running an Italian restaurant in Germany. And he spoke perfect English.
invention of words and alphabet as they atoms was one of the best creation ever. well done. I enjoyed it a lot. it is truth that digits are the same everywhere. but do we always understand, even a highest mathematics? :) I think digits are just another way how to use words and this our life is pure mathematics for everything is a an equation.
Emily Dickinson wrestled with learning to tell time. I did, too. It's funny how one language sets in well with us or not at all.
A wise man once said to me that we think through a language. We have as many different ways of thinking as we do languages that we speak. It must have been true. He was a Turkish man running an Italian restaurant in Germany. And he spoke perfect English.
Beautiful in every respect, with a depth and clarity that reaches into eternal realms! What matters, what lasts, what is substantial... Your work takes us beyond ourselve in an amazing way!!!
What a delightful read! I love the subtle, unforced rhyme as much as the obvious contrast between the unity and disunity amongst numerics and the alphabet. I also liken it unto unity and disunity amongst humankind:
"are equal all - around the globe - no matter your creed, race, - gender or language"
this is a very solid poem... it flows wonderfully and raises some excellent points therefore it is also informative... such content in poetry can at times be hard to come by but nothing seems forced or even strained in this piece... it seems as though it would be challenging to write, but I know that it probably wasn't. That is the beauty in poetry that is overlooked... that something can seem complex to one person but flow so easily from another.... great work!
You've pretty well espoused and refuted deconstruction in the same poem, language is completely subjective, and numbers (another language) is objective. I enjoy contemplating the riddle.
So I'm guessing you've watched pi recently. :)
I realized that right after the second line.
I would agree that movie (and this poem) raise some interesting points regarding the meaning of numbers, letters and so on, but I don't really believe in that whole conspiracy.
There's another, newer movie called "The Number 23" which is based on a similar concept.
As for the poem itself - I like it. :)
It's written in an interesting manner, and it manages to catch my attention and keep me interested, even though the idea is pretty simple.
I must say that the title is a bit misleading, because you didn't touch the subject of time all that much, but I might have just missed a it's meaning.