Alone he fingerprinted the logos,
Patented a discourse on discovery,
Rejected suspicions for doctrines of certainty,
Elevated his science to godhood.
From complexity the simplest forms
Analyzed by deduction of proofs
Converged into a tireless whole,
A grand machine of the cosmos,
A kaleidoscopic program built from smithereens,
Each operation a heartbeat for the rest.
Those inherent proofs, those silver certainties,
Unstained by skepticism, sturdy by reduction,
Obvious to any sensory system-
The digit, the line, the circle-
Grafted the gears of higher operations,
These tools of math aspiring construction,
Metaphysical forms becoming real
From each hidden connection.
A design was clear, a universe of spirals,
Everything in harmonic movement,
Built on foundations of geometry-
Reason the holy token for attainment,
Truth derived from a mechanical gospel.
Now he can rest, his life complete,
The world turning with his system,
Fragmented coordinates ejected from a dream,
An algebra that distorted the shapes,
Bending time, space, energy, to the will of man.
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