Pardon my blasphemy for just a sec
But ratios don’t exist without us
For if there’s nobody there, not a spec,
Then nary ratios shall be discussed.
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Sine, cosine, tangent, and their inverses
As long as we brains persist as well
Will always exist though some in verses
Even if there’s nothing than us to dwell.
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As long as there’s something to be compared.
(Black and white, humans and the void are some)
Then me to you and side to side will bare
As these strings of dimensions somehow hum.
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Until there’s nothing to place next to
And a singularity as all through.