Theodicy haunts geometry
As much as any faith in the pure
Perfection that authors suffering,
Any conviction this world’s ideal
Or at least immune to loss, when loss
Is all it brings and uses to bring
More exquisitely patterned goodness
To us, to geometers through proofs,
And through verbiage to apologists.
They say when the world turns upside down
That only proves perfect symmetry,
That when earth turns sky and space turns time,
Nothing is lost in transformation.
That’s the beauty of information.
Nothing much. Hang on to suspicion.