"Hail to the jewel of the lotus."
Om mani padme hum
From muck beauty grows,
Om mani padme hum,
Om mani padme hum.

In the constellation of probabilities
there's but one
where we would find each other,
meet and fall in love.
Let us pray our union thrives
beween this band of narrow odds.

Would that you and I
be spiritual dervish
whirling centric
forever heart to heart,
as if two slow spinng tops
were capable of occupying
the same soul centered spot.

At dusk
I was at the bridge
scanning
the bar code backlight parade
of transpanners
and was sad to have missed you.

The ultimate hoover,
a black hole,
(blkhole),
the event horizon,
the equator
of all things possible
delineating
an infinity of nought.

Layout every human endeavor
In a rational grid,
As one would setting up an experimental ag station,
Keep careful data
on all the plot inputs and outputs
and I believe the data will
Indicate that well prepared soil,
Infused with the required nutrients,
The best pretested seed,
And optimal hydration
Will yield over time
Suboptimal performance.
Too many chiefs and not enough
serendipity.
(Hey, is that PC?)
Can you say that today?.
In an  inevitable changing world
You need to preserve strange outliers.

Zero Butkus:
  0 × n = 0
  n / 0 = 0
  0 / 0 not defined
  0 + 0 = 0
But
   (1 + 1)^ 0 = 1

Valentine thank you
for your exponential hugs
making us one.