$\text{I ask a lot of questions, yet answer very few,} \\ \text{for —I confess — I hardly know the sum of two with two!} \\ \text{So what's my business here, you ask? A silly matter. I} \\ \text{expect to find one sunny day the last digit of pi.}$

$\text{Enough of jokes. In truth, ere finding mathematics,} \\ \text{I read the works of Hume and Lock and all the presochratics.} \\ \text{How beautiful! How true! How true? Not quite, I guess.} \\ \text{The more I dreamt with truth, I found it there the less.}$

$\text{At quite an old age I was thrown uppon a puzzle:} \\ \text{a work on mathematics by good old Bertrand Russell.} \\ \text{I knew not what a number was, nor how to solve for $x$}, \\ \text{but as I read my heart and soul felt unforeseen effects.}$

$\text{And ever since I've wanted to see behind the mask} \\ \text{that hides the secret order. So here I come to ask.}$