Chilling to me, Cold as a bone, His logic. His reason, Pointing to the source of God, Ruthless. He drew a line Parallel to heaven, True and venal. A colour of blood, Of hues of muted slaughter, Of splattering and wrung necks. The steam of life escaping From those ragged ruined wrecks, Beached like dead whales. To sum up in calculated calculus, Integrated integrity, self-referential Dividing the corpses by rank and file, Discriminating in death and life. His conclusion heaped, a code, an instruction: Beyond the gates are open fields.
Blaise Pascal, French mathematician, physicist, inventor and theologian, was born today in 1623.