A Mathematician Speaks of Love

The only true infinity is love.

Mathematics is true, though never complete. Godel said that.

Love is true, and complete in and of itself. (The Completeness Theorem of Love)

The only true infinity is love-

unbounded, unerring, uncomplicated.

(Well, perhaps not the last.)

Concerning infinite sets, there are numbers, countable and uncountable, and my love for you-

expanding from the bone-cage that holds my heart

(although really, when you think about it, trapped by the head-cage that is my skull. The heart knows no love, it only pumps blood.)

The continuum of love is that I love you for each fragment of ever-dividable time, like real numbers, on the real number line-

(although when you put it that way, no loving gets done, just like Zeno’s turtle never moves)

And so we arrive at a paradox, which is love, love is paradox, and nonetheless,

it is true, in all cases, or at least this one, that-

I love you. (Finitely and infinitely)