I think back then, at the dawn of the Twentieth Century, it was probably the now conveniently forgotten Loeb Classical Library - English and Latin on facing pages - that he packed in his vest pocket (yes, even Freshmen wore suits to classes in those days). When the eminent American philosopher George Santayana was a green undergrad he carried a copy of Lucretius everywhere he went. Perhaps it is only the crass materialist’s non-workable answer to life’s big puzzle, I later reckoned, when my early Faith reappeared and took deep root - giving me a harbour of peaceful refuge from the materialists’ amoral typhoon. It seemed the overwhelming answer to Eliot’s “overwhelming question.” When I was in my late teens I had a stunning Lucretian prise de conscience that utterly knocked the wind out of my youthful sails. Still, life is nothing else by maintaining the course of its values in the middle of the imponderable drift of the elements. How to accept disappearing in smoke without the hope of a beyond? First, remove the cause and effect. Since everything, according to Lucretius, fire, hymnals, Bibles, and Gospels is only a disordered world without gods developing an incomprehensible order. Reading is a real ordeal for a believer whose pillars crumble page after page. There's nothing to conquer or defend in an infinitely small, under the influence of its inconsistent pilings. When the body extinguishes, the soul had also ruined. No plan, no garden of Eden, no promised land. Each element, like a pinball ball, reveals different imagery in its contingent projections. Each product results from a quantum wind grouping a corpuscular all-comer without a mind. No need to analyze each result they mean nothing.
The infinitely small, random number Pi is only an aggregate of forms disappearing and reborn according to their paths and impacts as absurd as unforeseeable. The particles move, collide, unite and separate, uniquely formatted by the chance of encounters having no meaning. According to Lucretius, the infinitely small perception is only a ray of light, allowing elementary particles to meet and repel each other without any original affinity.
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