Friday, December 19, 2008

Nothing is Discrete (poem)

From violet to red in rainbow,

the colors,

blend softly.


From low to high in radio,

the volume,

is controlled smoothly.


From cold to hot in cooking,

the temperature,

is increased continuously.


From good to bad in judging,

a perspective,

is evolved relatively.

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Aum Tat Sat

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