Four ways to view a soul: each fragment a path, each reflection a different truth. Placeholder image by Midjourney v7.
Schrödinger Soliloquy II (4 ways)
In the crucible of choice, I stand alone,
A shattered mirror, reflecting shards of soul.
To forge ahead or yield to undertow?
Each path a perilous journey, still unknown.
The voices whisper, "Surrender, cease the fight,"
Yet in the depths, a rebel spark ignites.
"The void will soothe, oblivion will save,"
"Persist, resist, let hope rewrite this night."
I am the chessboard, king and pawn in one,
Each move a battle, ending scarce begun.
The game is rigged, the rules a twisted jest,
But still I play, for in the play I’m blessed.
Though scarred and weary, I will rise again,
For I have grown beneath the weight of pain.
A phoenix born of ashes and of tears,
With wings of wisdom, forged by countless years.
In sorrow’s crucible, I’ve been refined,
A tapestry of wounds and grace entwined.
Each thread a story, each scar a sacred sign,
Of battles fought, of losses, victories mine.
I choose to dance amidst the flames once more,
To craft a life from fragments on the floor.
For in this struggle lies a strange sweet art,
Transforming brokenness to healing’s start.
I am the alchemist, the lead, the gold,
The tale unfinished, waiting to be told.
So I’ll rewrite this ending, line by line,
And prove that hope, not death, will be the sign.
Where Pythagoras meets divine design,
Three points unite, a triangle unfolds;
Ancient wisdom intertwined with lines,
Beauty born of numbers, a story untold.
Three points unite, a triangle unfolds;
Kepler's vision, a cosmic embrace;
Beauty born of numbers, a story untold,
In the spiral's dance, a human face.
Kepler's vision, a cosmic embrace;
Imperfect symmetry, perfectly true;
In the spiral's dance, a human face,
Flawed and faceted, yet shining through.
Imperfect symmetry, perfectly true;
Where Pythagoras meets divine design;
Flawed and faceted, yet shining through;
Ancient wisdom intertwined with lines.
In realms where reason's light grows dim,
A mad seer sought to unlock the divine;
With compass, straight-edge and a zealot's whim,
He etched a triangle, a secret sign.
A mad seer sought to unlock the divine,
In golden ratios, irrational and pure;
He etched a triangle, a secret sign
Of truths that lesser minds could not endure.
In golden ratios, irrational and pure,
One to root phi to phi, a cosmic key
Of truths that lesser minds could not endure—
A sequence forged in sacred geometry.
One to root phi to phi, a cosmic key,
With Pythagoras' wisdom intertwined;
A sequence forged in sacred geometry,
In this symbol, the Sublime enshrined.
With Pythagoras' wisdom intertwined—
Behold! The Kepler Triangle manifest!
In this symbol, the Sublime enshrined:
Beauty's madness and Nature's behest.
Behold! The Kepler Triangle manifest!
Reveal to mortal eyes your strange design;
Beauty's madness and Nature's behest—
A mad seer sought to unlock the divine.
Reveal to mortal eyes your strange design,
With compass, straight-edge and a zealot's whim;
In realms where reason's light grows dim,
A geometer's gambit—risk soul and limb.
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