Towards Better Democracy

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π


π is a peculiar number not divisible
Nor ever a whole number.  With our
Obsessions we have calculated its
Value into the trillions but without
Reaching an end.

π is all around us but we never give
This singular number a single
Thought. Perhaps we met this
Essential number at school where
We laboured and sweated to calculate
The area of circles and circumferences.

If we were lucky we got to measure
The surface of a sphere and its volume
But since then we have been more
Than happy to leave its arcane
Intricacies to mathematicians

And got on with our lives without
Giving this perplexing number
Further thought. Maybe that is
As well for why would we wish
To be encumbered with what

We think of as the unnecessary?
After all, π continues to be just
As does gravity which we know
Is not likely to disappear either.
And it had better not.

Malcolm D B Munro
Monday 27 June, 2016

 

 

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