#poetry #art %%This is an abstract geometrical poem about the biological concept of Hollow impulsion. It combines geometrical analogy to our hollow impulse driving us to propagate our genes to the next generation like running in a meaningless treadmill. Poem:%% On the top of the mountain, Topological forces align, And the pressure is pushing us down, Hollow impulsion driving us round and round, %%A geometrical mountain by Escher%% ![[a184b799-3e40-4f85-ba51-08708df066d0-0-2540163430.png]] %% ![[6db2d93e-73e5-4425-b5a2-09638751f5b8-0-324978539.png]] ![[d39dbba1-8bca-4c9d-8eed-155147daf89f-0-930782476.png]] %% Striking the rock with a hollow sound, Echoing in the emptiness all around, The pressure is pushing us on and on, Till we reach the valley below. ![[66f3c501-10c2-4c69-94cf-3416d055162c-0-205402384.png]] Trees and bushes push and pull, As we run in circles on the ground, Our Hollow impulsion driving us round and round, Till we reach the end of the line. ![[23bfa4f0-489b-4a66-8cc7-3b74dfbe2c82-0-1430380956.png]] Birds in the sky watch us as we go, Our Hollow impulsion driving us to and fro, Till we reach the end of the line. ![[b0b9c652-ba2e-4445-82a2-e30ae0f19105-0-826712272.png]] Man is the only one who can see, The futility of this exercise, And he laughs at us as we go round and round, Our Hollow impulsion driving us round and round, %% ![[0dac9b1a-7629-4de7-9e8f-014b759c05e6-0-158095800.png]] ![[f7b736dd-d1aa-4777-a766-4c7544d7e0f8-0-3830523648.png]] %% Generation after generation, We keep on running in this endless cycle, Our Hollow impulsion driving us round and round, Till we reach the end of the line.