Corollary

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?”