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Imagine the bird of time the sun is on the fly shining the quantum of time. From the bottom the Planck length in the east flying round the clock to the west. Half way through it could be at the twilight but it sings a swan song. Nothing is a perfectly round stock not even the sun’s clock. Around the two fine points in the circumference of a circle no length is a set fixed minimal Planck length. Always be an irrational gap breeding anew pi decimals never the same nor ever ends. Always new, a little more, an uncharted ****** mole!
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Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 4:41 PM UTC
Pi: Always A little More
Imagine the bird of time the sun is on the fly shining the quantum of time. From the bottom the Planck length in the east flying round the clock to the west. Half way through it could be at the twilight but it sings a swan song. Nothing is a perfectly round stock not even the sun’s clock. Around the two fine points in the circumference of a circle no length is a set fixed minimal Planck length. Always be an irrational gap breeding anew pi decimals never the same nor ever ends. Always new, a little more, an uncharted ****** mole!
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Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 4:41 PM UTC
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