The Nature of Mathematics

A brief poem after a long break.

What of numbers?
Can we with them,
number the universe:
is there a pattern to all we do?

What of the spiral of the milky way?
What of the spiral - so similar in essence,
so familiar, a shell within a shell of existance:
- of the great nautulus of the sea?
Is it that we may correlate this spiral to all of life?

But who am I, a mere being,
to suppose the ways of the Diviner:
of the Lord, who rules all of heaven, and
all of his realm of man?

Perhaps I quander, and meander,
but is there a resolved path behind the swaggar.
For this is math at its core.
What is life, indeed?
It is numbers.