greenmountaineer
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Pascal's Wager
Mathematician,
He knew infinity
Was more than nothing.
By definition
Nothing was something
For him
So not to fear the abyss;
Think Nothing of it,
And live your life
As if it mattered
For Nothing
Because it probably did.
Yet when the darkest hour came,
He thought he saw a special hell,
Not the kind that Dante saw
But nothing, nothing,
nothing at all.
Nonetheless, his final breath
Was a fading note
From his mother’s lullaby.
Perhaps a poet after all,
He wondered why
As poets do
And then the light went out.
Mathematician,
He knew infinity
Was more than nothing.
By definition
Nothing was something
For him
So not to fear the abyss;
Think Nothing of it,
And live your life
As if it mattered
For Nothing
Because it probably did.
Yet when the darkest hour came,
He thought he saw a special hell,
Not the kind that Dante saw
But nothing, nothing,
nothing at all.
Nonetheless, his final breath
Was a fading note
From his mother’s lullaby.
Perhaps a poet after all,
He wondered why
As poets do
And then the light went out.
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