Sum of us all.

Newton, Pascal & Bernoulli

Between each age, an infinite span,

A river of moments, each part of the plan.

No line, no curve, no simple degree,

Explains how infinitely brief a moment can be.

Asymptotes approach, but never quite meet,

Sum dimensions of time as our own heart's beat.

The calculus of time, where limits converged,

Each fleeting second is ultimately purged.

From Euclidian forms to Cantor's vast set,

The moments we live are both simple and yet

A probability, in endless degrees,

Unfolding like fractals no one quite sees.

We’re just points on a line, or dots on a map,

Geography's soul caught firm in time’s trap.

Like Gauss’s great sums or Gregory's series,

And yet innumerable and defiant of theories.

And Euler, with his constant, so pure,

Reveals in our moments a pattern obscure.

For each step we take, each path that we trace,

Adds up to the whole of our place in this space.

So, though the years seem so finite, so few,

Each instant between them is both old and new.

We add to the sum of the world’s growing song,

In the hope that a newer Pascal comes along.