“History being a branch of the biological sciences, its ultimate expression must be mathematical” Colin McEvedy, The Penguin Atlas of Ancient History
And now on to the meaning of
The ones and twos of our brief tenure,
The questions and the words that show
The threes and fours of our endeavors,
Though readily I do admit:
I have no faith in mathematics.
Some numbers do hold bridges up,
It’s true, but under brighter lights
All numbers ultimately fail
To prove, the certainty that drives
So many people’s sad desires,
Unkempt designs, and burning fires.
So formulas present themselves,
And we are asked to solve them,
And to our dimly lit abodes
They now intrude like ammunition
Fired long ago, which now
We are directed to reload.
Sometime around October 2007