justin paszul

One apology and several rationalizations

Isn’t it about time we admit to ourselves the failures of our curved surfaces? Recent studies have shown that not only does nature abhor a vacuum, but by an overwhelmingly wide margin (+/- n/epsilon (where geographically adjusted due to circumstance and/or circumvention)) is also not so keen on arcs of both the Euclidean- and non- varieties, the occasional delta-sine and virtually all cosinal waves. A quick look at the seminal On the origin of spaces (Hhauerhaus & Son, c.1488) proves this theory is no new concept, and indeed guarantees a virtually limitless radial telemetry (& should it ever come to this, can be precedented with a simple Bx{n1^n0} sleight-of-hand), provided, of course, a virtually limitless planar surface exists to work with.

And of the inhabitants? And the mottled, liminal forms rhythmically draped along their frames? Chalk it up to demiurge. Chalk it up to a charged-up catch-all. We’re not all perfect (though some get closer than others, and again this is just a matter of chalk), and not all as precise as the ideals we hold so sacred. Rounding does wonders for the facts and figures of physical form, and a little fib every now and then never hurt anyone, now did it?

So we keep our curvature a secret in plain sight, while our planar sight sees naught but the straight and the narrow. I won’t tell if you won’t, and since your words end up arcing around the infinitesimally excoördic strata of your chosen altitude anyway, the continents above us can’t help but keep your secrets. But below? The closer one gets to “below”, the less it all matters, anyway. That infinite sequence of fathers can get no closer to finding a solution, and you’re just that much further from the chrysalis.

We c/should all be so lucky, but luck has little to do with it.