According to Projective Geometry any pair of lines always
intersects at some point, but parallel lines do not intersect in the real
plane. In other words, two parallel lines meet at infinity.
Probably or in Probability one day our Good Samaritan friend Math
got bored from its ever supportive pal LOGIC, and decided to flirt with
PHILOSOPHY a little. Some nerve aye?
Some wise Wo/man once said or not but I am paraphrasing here anyways
"two roads always meet somewhere". Well I don’t travel much so
I daren’t annotate on that but I’m almost sure 'two sides of a road never
meet'.
Imagine! All their life (non-life) they remain abreast of each other
but never actually felt, not even a lone touch of one-another. Just moving at a
hand’s distance from each other and we move along them. What stories they must
have shared in their eternity of acquaintance? One side that is completely
oblivious of the other. They only talk at nights when there are no
vehicles to document their detachment like the families of two brothers living
in different cities asking about the well being only once a month or like young
lovers full of intimate clandestinity. Their different worlds had the sorrows
of their own. Everyday they are strangers or at least they act like that till there’s
the visibility of dusk. Alas! They can’t even say “let’s meet at some cheesy café.
What power is holding them apart? What force in this universe that is
so callous that it’s not letting these fervent friends to infuse? Poor bastards
can’t even hear the poems that some eminent poet had written on their agony
that propelled his career.
I guess Maths knows and empathizes with this pain of theirs. It
evidently had changed the rational mood of Mathematics and hence it provide them with Hope that if
they kept going, these so called Mates then they might meet at Infinity.
Now the derived question is “Does Maths really gave them Hope Or Is it
one of the immaculate illusions of this great player?”
