I was struck at Croton Point yesterday by how the river
and the sky contrasted ,the sky calm and radiant azure,
the river choppy and darkened by silt. of course a river
has two banks but it seems oddly from the photograph I
took and share here that it has two banks which are only
one bank. this strange situation reminds me of two things ...
"“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs
through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood
and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of
the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are
the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.”
and secondly thinking of the river with two banks which
are one... I think of topological oddities... of the
moebius strip where twisting and joining the ends of
a strip creates a single surface. and also of the classic
novel "Flatland" by Edwin Abbot (1884) whose hero is a
square living in a two dimensional world who gains
access to other levels of reality.
I find this verse which is charming
"A mathematician confided
That a Möbius strip is one-sided.
You'll get quite a laugh
If you cut it in half.
For it stays in one piece when divided."
and then off our view of the river this which is very
nice by Martin Gardner the old master of mathematical
games and puzzles.
π goes on and on and on,
And e is just as cursed.
I wonder, "How does π begin
When its digits are reversed?
well or I think of the circular book Finnegans Wake which
Bob Lax and Jack Kerouac read aloud to each other at
Christmas and which begins and comes to at the end
"riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to
bend of bay..."
Eve and Adams is a pub in Dublin where a secret door led
to a room where Mass was said by priests on the run in
times of persecution of their faith... but now we are
rambling... or flowing... here just this image...