A man says, "there is no problem

for which

there is no solution.

This man maintains his caring gaze on our world

(and we thank him for that)

Probing, scanning, sifting through

the sands of things and time,

Searching, searching, searching...

Limited in vision by his inclusion

in the universal equation,

He cannot fully see, though sometimes

his heart may know, that he is the solution–

A man who can't stop, won't stop searching

and working and helping and shining his

Precisely defined, divine light down

For us all from his laughing seat on

the mountain, where he drinks napkins

and cuban coffee under espumita clouds

with Matias Perez and Zarathustra,

happier than all, the humble possessor,

the humble professor, professing his joy:

a Yes,

a No,

a straight line,

and

a Goal.