If the music of the spheres is noise And randomness is all. Our Spiral is a roulette wheel- By chance is where we fall. Carre, Cheval, Column bet, En Plein, Voisins du zero. Gather round and place your bets if Pascale is your hero. A lovely maid may bring us drinks As we wager round the table. Spin the Wheel again, Mon Cher, My weakness, you enable. The orphans may be in the chips- Or I may drown in wine. Step up darlings, place your bets: Random or Design?
A poetic rendering of Blaise Pascal's wager, with a soupcon of John Donne for flavor. the terms in lines 5,6 and 13 are taken from the game of roulette.