It’s sad but true that one can be
Adept at counting numbers,
Yet at the same time fail to see
Which ones make up the wonders.
All things in life may be defined
As strings of ones and zeroes.
Discernment of a finer kind
Transforms someones to heroes.
Addendum 10Aug2021
After watching the video below just now, I’ve decided to dedicate this poem to Ray Solomonoff (1926 – 2009) :)
Timely.
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Interesting. What does my little offering say to you, I wonder?
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Poppies?
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Ah, I think I see :)
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‘Oblique’ is my middle name, Pendantry. :roll:
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