The mathematician

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His world was different by a factor of two
Relative, of course, so no one knew
If it was happier or sadder, more or less
Most questions he answered in "no" or "yes"
To him, these two were two bits of a rhyme
Harmoniously explained existance and time
Two bits of information like zero and one
On which all classic computing is done
Sensibilities, emotions, he brushed aside
Noise in his universe of just two sides
Right on one side of the left of the right
And then in between was a symbol that might
Experess everything in our world as we do
Balance two things, or question, or skew
Events in his life were neatly expressed
On the left of the right of a mapping compressed
On days that were bright, replete with sunlight
Lumens multiplied with speed of white light
Explained the chrominance, and passage of time
Reflection equated to colors sublime
Some that we see, most out of our sight
He saw them all, so his world was more bright
That was one point, I think we should note
In search of our answer to the question I wrote
That his world was different by a factor of two
His had more colors, ours (merely) red, yellow, blue
On days that were sad, like a long endless night
His notebook had just one symbol on the right
"infinity" it read (and) on the left every part
Of causes of sadness given symbol of the heart
Often the left side would probabilistically express
Through pages and pages, how much we digress
In our thoughts for ourselves, to that for our own
Sadness, just a function of pieces that are torn
From tapestries of lines with no points of return
Divergence in parts, divergence more and more
Mapped to the symbol on the right on page four
But here we must pause, while we cannot cope
He would simply introduce a regularizer for hope
Probabilities would change as a function of time
And the symbol on this right would begin to decline
Unitl it read finite integers with powers
So his sadness was less than the sadness of ours  
This second point, I really think that we should note
In search of our answer to the question I wrote
That his world was different by a factor of two
His world was less sad while our world was more blue
A powerful proof of the point that I make
With axioms I present for argument's sake
His life, like our life, had fire and ice
Bland at some times, sometimes full of spice
To him, simplified, this could be expressed
As "yes" to the nice, and "no" to the rest
So let's first assume that with a matrix of these
A zero for sad things, one for events that please
In our world what's ascribed to arrays of stars
He would look as a matrix that was dense or sparse
And all of us know that represented this way
We can formulate procedures that solve for today
The matrix could be rendered all sparse or all dense
It was all just a matter of choice and good sense
So what I have shown is his life was controlled
No piece out of place, no die that was rolled
Axioms arise from this theorem of mine
If each concept is a row and each column a time
One axiom for instance would apply to our world
To eyes that beseech, of the mute, sick and burled
Transformed to a cry, summed sounds in a row
A heartrending wail that shattered and tore
He could see then silences that we never hear
The sound of this wail, beyond range of our ear
His equations transformed and told loud and clear
How far they were far, how near they were near
His world was more fine, his days were just brighter
Even on dark days, his heart was much lighter
He saw what was true, he knew what to do
His world was just better by a factor of two
With the proof thus concluded, my case here I rest
He thought in mathematics, and thus he was blessed

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12 Mar. 2017