1. hardly time to eat let alone a coffee-on-the-go yet always make an effort for two or three daily suspended-cafés a poor soul will pop in later
no time, no time...
2. emails by assignment work-related crap for this assiduous pair very* far apart alive and available yet caught in formulae and science holding sway above chit-chat
no time for play just punch in digits and calculate always counting without accounting any real loss
computing life-time for success
3. then, one day by sheer chance he sent her an Einstein quote: "Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts."
in her tiny office cubicle she suddenly saw flowers of all colours blossom before her erstwhile unseeing eyes
she didn't understand....
4. for one full year they swopped more than equations: deep reminders of life such gems of worth paradoxical beauts all encapsulated in the vessel of silent words
he loved sending her quotes to uplift her quiet spirit she repaid his efforts in heart's core poems
PC keyboard playing postman while heartbeats monitor new algorithms
then, they saw it .... they finally understood.
5. work progressed and presentation due project done
although never met nor seen they felt growing synchrony and developing emotions they battled to chase it off as they both were born of discreet essence
they agreed to meet in a year at the fountain near the oldest tree in Paris at the Square René-Viviani in the fifth arrondissement
oh, so very long to wait...
6. many weeks were spent in daydreams of delicious crêpes-suzettes and strawberries with maple syrupy strips and super-strong espresso at bistros on cobbled-****** squares
and munching baguette with Emmenthal and salade walking in parks together lancing wish-pennies and getting portraits near the Seine blue skies in dream-eyes with birds in elm trees
deeply into each other
7. then.... some shock was revealed which would spin e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g so wildly out of orbit for her
fate was playing games... and laughing so wickedly awarding such onerous toll
she understood....
8. the time ticked by mails became sporadic he wondered why
the rendezvous time was close to meet springtime love and it took him enormous trouble to get there
she didn't show
9. he sat waited had a decaf alone despair settling upon him like an overgrown and heavy wintercloak
but the sweet footfall he wanted did not approach
that's when he assumed some ...truth she didn't love him she couldn't not after this stand-up
he didn't understand....
10. she had really tried to tell him but ran so ungently out of time....
he understood but only some weeks after that day.... when postman delivered to his door: algorithmic package
11. now, in her inbox lies a Mother Teresa quote which remains eternally suspended:
“Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.”
little counts now so long....
S T, 2 July 2013
saddened by news of p.brosnan's daughter....lost the battle - ovarian C. may all be blessed, her 2 kids and all her family...and her.
"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed." ~ Einstein
sub-entry: 'math in the mix'
1. yes, sir we understand we get it, ok!
2. now, what could the theorem of Pythagoras possibly teach today with souls a-flounder?