While browsing around, I found a poem about irrational numbers that I believe rings true.
On Irrationality
Some judge quickly the crazies and budding neon spores
Painted in the run down studio with sloppy splotchéd floors.
My ears wilt when waves carry a sign of numerical distress
That the weak of mind have all my rules obsessed,
But what they can't see beyond the eaves and pies
Are the endless strings of digits stretching well into the sky
Fin.
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