PI

In noaptea dinainte sa ma marit l-am visat pe… numarul pi. Printr-un fel de fereastra lunga, ca o fanta, luam cunostinta de un spatiu gol, neutru, gri, care emana liniste, fericire blanda, o stare de multumire desavarsita. Toate astea le savuram cand incepe sa defileze prin dreptul ferestrei numarul pi, tragand dupa el multime de zecimale. Il vedeam cum trece. Ma umplusera mirarea si dragul.

Fara pi nu s-ar putea defini cercul si sfera, simboluri ale perfectiunii.

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