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"That which has no thickness cannot be piled up; yet it is a thousand mile in dimension."
oahz said:"That which has no thickness cannot be piled up; yet it is a thousand mile in dimension."
DiracPool said:Is that your genius there or are you quoting someone else, oahz?
oahz said:"That which has no thickness cannot be piled up; yet it is a thousand mile in dimension."
AnTiFreeze3 said:From nothing arises that which we most seek, yet from everything comes our deepest despairs of infinite magnitude.
micromass said:It is not money that you desire, but the capability of conquering the infinite.
AnTiFreeze3 said:Ah, this is the purest essence of what lies within calculus. If only more were keen towards this philosophy as we are.
micromass said:Philosophy for the masses is like gold for the pigs.
micromass said:Philosophy for the masses is like gold for the pigs.
AnTiFreeze3 said:Yet the accumulation of gold upon pigs has turned swine into men.
And calculus.
The Vulcan Science Directorate has defined this as true.AnTiFreeze3 said:From nothing arises that which we most seek, yet from everything comes our deepest despairs of infinite magnitude.
T'Plana-Hath said:Nothing unreal exists.
micromass said:Alas, he is but a man who throws diamonds in the infinite seas of wisdom. He never realized that the waters are made of vengeance and destruction.
Dead men don't wear plaid.
AnTiFreeze3 said:Yet the man who succumbs to the ever lustful embrace of those vengeful waters and drowns within its depths also becomes the wisest of us all.
micromass said:It is not money that you desire, but the capability of conquering the infinite.
micromass said:No words spoken were ever wiser than the foolish utterings of a young soldier dying in the war of love. It is only you, my friend, who suffers through the eternal fate of damnation and despair.
DiracPool said:How did this thread turn into some wannabe poetry slam?
micromass said:From the OP...
DiracPool said:How did this thread turn into some wannabe poetry slam?
DiracPool said:How did this thread turn into some wannabe poetry slam?
AnTiFreeze3 said:The Pool, of Dirac
It swarms full of doubt
Yet I shall reach my epoch
While you fall victim to drought
"Wannabe," that's me?
I'm the purest form
Of what we call poetry
In no terms, am I the norm
DiracPool said:Lol. I'm sure there's a compliment in there somewhere.
oahz said:is this calculus?