Mathematical assertion,
The numbers harmonizing in a proof.
So seemingly perfect,
Who could resist calling it
The truth?
Something is happening though...
Claims in opposition,
Illogical recursions now emerge.
Facts in contradiction,
Strange loops willing straight lines
Into curves.
Something is happening though...
The paradox is breeding,
Expanding,
Computing.
Integral,
Dialectical,
Transcending.
Hegelian "aufheben."
It grows to reaches unfathomable
And then the camera zooms out
And it restarts,
Again.
Incompleteness,
Mortal weakness,
Math that hides us
In cold half-truths.
Even if I can make
All the terms agree
Was it only to satisfy
The scheme
Or the schema
That wrote the program
Into me?
This place we call the present,
Fixed point on the line
Flowing through,
A universe in motion
A mote, a molecule,
A drop of dew
Within the simulation,
Oh it's all the simulation
That's what they say
So watch me kill the simulation
Because if that's all there is
Then I'll want to break the math
With you.
I don't care what's foretold,
If it's been poured into a mold.
Can't we will and still decide
To meet life and death besides
Even if we don't have an answer?
Something is happening though...
Think I found the reason
OMFG LMAO
Think I found the solution inside...
The answer's in the question.
The answer's in the question!