My parents were in town yesterday and today to celebrate my brother's belated birthday. Over breakfast this morning, I showed my Dad the latest issue of Comment magazine with this gorgeous artwork on the cover:
["Pentecost" by Harold Sikkema]
My Dad is a coach; plays guitar & piano; and is also a mathematician, completely enamored with algebra, geometry, numbers, and so on (I did not inherit this gene). So naturally, he fell in love with this poem from Comment and proceeded to read it aloud to me, Johnny, and my Mom:
by Aaron Belz
Dividing one makes two,
and so on. But dividing zero?
"Nothing can come of nothing,"
Lear laments - and yet, as you
know, God's signature's here.
Where zero was, is one, then two:
two lights, moon and sun;
then man and woman;
two brothers, two kingdoms -
then one, one stump, one shoot,
a branch bowed down with fruit.
So where zero becomes one,
two, then many, many again
are one in whom "neither slave
nor free, male nor female";
a new nation, ex nihilo.
P.S. -- I may not love math, but I do love this poem.