Hoppy bugs. Colorado Beetle. And the
soil has a mustiness. If it were a vehicle the garden would need an
oil change. But the sun is out and weeding will help. And all
that rain will puddle into the gulf of Mexico where salt fish will swim in
Pythagoras I hope believed in numbers. Took
them as an opportunity to see accurately. I often suspect his
followers believed in the magic of numbers. Turning numbers away
from practical things toward that part of the mind that looks constantly
for answers to the 'question why?'
A mind can be interested in pure things, but such
minds are seconded by what some thinkers have described as a 'will to
power'. Accurate or not for generations this area of X has also been described
very potently by
the religious in terms of a fall. Pure things in and of themselves
might well exist. The human imagination dreams of them. But
mostly when people gather pure things are impossible, because there is
always the question what to do with pure things.
If one was interested, one could say that within the
context of a slope in a random place pure things are without value.
But within the context of mathematics impure things are without value.
Better to do the crossword puzzle, or find fulfillment
from quadratic equations, than to become wistful for the perfect one by wondering what numbers