And threads imported from other threads
An Ode to Cantor
Behold the Continental philosophers,
spinning their soliloquies
sunrise to sunset, quotidienne to
the full extent of their preciousities.
Comes one Georg Cantor
with a neatly boxed apparatus.
"DEFINE yourselves," he says
"through my Infinite and well-ordered sets!"
Creating Confusion, Fear, Curiosity,
and then HOPE...
Infinity of Infinities!
And so life goes on.