Often I try to unravel the intricacies of a new idea by writing -- using communication with my fingers as steps toward understanding. And when I found the poem below (here at the website VIA NEGATIVA) I saw it also as a poem of discovery -- and I offer it to you:
Every Line Intersects the Line
at Infinity at Some Point by Luisa A. Igloria
"Out of nothing I have created a strange new universe." - János Bolyai (1802-1860)
The optometrist asks you to look into
the autorefractor: two dark lines form
a road that stretches from where you sit
to a red barn at the horizon. If your brain
tells you that you're looking at a point
at infinity rather than just mere inches away,
it helps the eyes focus. Things have to end
somewhere, don't they? In projective geometry,
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