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by Shrinidhi Prakash
After the millefeuille intricacy of planning, the synchronised vaulting and flipping, the whirling of rituals in binary dance
on
each
higher
level,
each a wafer-thin sheet-
after all this- the end,
the goal of these singing calculations is
to plunge yourself
over the edge of reason,
to open yourself to a capricious abyss?
Why bother with all that maths in the first place?
