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draw a circle where you wish and in the center place a stone that is where you will find me staring out at you i am the unmoving fury of a murdered predator a terminal velocity that relativity has forgotten this stone that is me is inertia incarnate frozen like a photograph and polished like a mirror a convex memory that distorts all it reflects yet no matter how long my radius or distorted my circumference the formula is unchanged i thought that these theorems could not hold me forever i hoped the rules would change at the quantum level but i stand and look out to the horizon like my eyes water with the focusing of distance i turn, and by degrees see perimeter all around me even if the earth’s radius were to become my radius and my circumference infinite no matter where i go i would still be in the center but i cannot divide by zero even murdered predators strain and stretch to survive it is the arithmetic of biology as unchanging as pi from here in the center i triangulate the distance strain to see the pattern out there on the horizon line my last hope of solving your riddle3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209749445923078164062862089986280348253421170679821480865132823066470938446095505822317253594081284811174502841027019385211055596446229489549303819644288109756659334461284756482337867831652712019091456 Written July 10th, 2001 © on Jul 10 2001 01:38 AM PST   0 • 10