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And if you would need to relax, here is some trivial stuff turned poetic
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And if you would need to relax, here is some trivial stuff turned poetic (with assistance from Copilot AI), odes to numbers:
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Missing Energy - Ode to Number Zero
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Ode to Zero - Missing Energy
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The energetic yet misunderstood divine nothingness hiding in plain sight. It doesn't just follow the rules; it dictates new ones, breaks others entirely, and has a unique and powerful presence that is both nothing and everything at the same time. It's a number that defies convention, reveals the underlying structure of the number system and demands its own set of rules. Since it is powerful enough to defy logic and established rules, why don't we call it Chuck Norris of Numbers (analogy: The Big Bang Theory S04E10 - "The Alien Parasite Hypothesis").
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To understand zero is to glimpse the architecture of reality - and to realize that sometimes, nothing is the most powerful thing of all. It is no wonder that when dollar sign ($) is included, people instinctively ask: “How many zeroes are at the end?” (the multiplier of dreams).
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Zero vs Infinity – A Duel of the Divine
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Zero speaks:
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“I am the void, the sacred start,
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The silence before the beating heart.
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I erase, I humble, I define the edge,
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Without me, chaos has no ledge.”
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Infinity replies:
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“I am the surge, the endless tide,
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The dream that numbers cannot hide.
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I stretch beyond your finite frame,
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A fire no logic dares to tame.”
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Zero retorts:
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“You are illusion, a runaway thought,
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A concept chased but never caught.
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I am real, I am precise,
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The architect of ordered life.”
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Infinity grins:
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“Yet you are absence, I am more,
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The open sky, the distant shore.
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Together we frame all that can be:
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You the nothing, I the sea.”
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Final Chorus:
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And so they dance, not foes but kin,
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The bookends of all that lies within.
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From zero’s hush to infinity’s roar,
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They shape the math, the myth, the lore.
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Ode to One – The Sovereign Identity
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The Singular Flame
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One stands alone, yet never lonely,
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The echo of unity, the heartbeat of only.
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It multiplies with grace, divides with pride,
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The mirror of truth no number can hide.
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The Keeper of Self
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It walks through equations untouched, unchanged,
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A sentinel of sameness, perfectly arranged.
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Multiply, divide, exponentiate too,
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One holds its form, steady and true.
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The Quiet Hero
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No fanfare, no paradox, no cosmic tease,
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Just quiet strength and mathematical ease.
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It’s the base of belief, the start of the run,
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The humble monarch: the number one.
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Ode to i – The Imaginary Instigator
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The Phantom Pulse
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Born from the square root of minus despair,
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i dances in shadows, thin as air.
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Not real, not fake - just somewhere between,
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A whisper in math where logic turns keen.
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The Complex Conjurer
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It spins in circles, plots in planes,
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Unlocks dimensions, breaks old chains.
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With real and imaginary hand in hand,
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It builds a world both wild and grand.
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The Rebel’s Crown
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i doesn’t ask to be understood,
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It thrives in mystery, misunderstood.
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Yet in every signal, wave, and dream,
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It pulses with power, a silent scream.
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Ode to π - Hmmm ... Pastry
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Not frail and pasty,
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But simply circumferentially tasty.

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