Many of us remember from high school geometry class a brief lesson on the topic of a Mobius strip. I remember being fascinated with this three-dimensional construct with only one side and also one outer edge.
As years passed, this concept took on a kind of wonder as I came to understand how this model–easily represented by twisting a strip of paper halfway and fastening the ends together–transcends the duality of opposites.
It has now become a powerful symbol in my view of the world and my existence.
In pondering the scope of what exists,
The nonexistent soon confounds my ken.
And yet-to-be with was in tension twists;
As good with ill, live dead, me you, now then.
We thus belie our sense when Truth we know,
As wisdom lies where mysteries persist.
In two directions every line must go;
Two endless journeys simply to exist.
Infinity made fragment, faith made fact;
It leaves a mind to mourn Conception’s state:
A shadow shattered, its source still intact,
A mobius essence torn and then stretched straight.
And now to mend that strip to make it whole—
The noblest motive of my homeward soul.