I had a dream last night.I was trying to install Windows 8. the square root of 2.

Well,that’s nothing.I was installing Windows 8.e.

Have they made it yet?

Apparently not.They are stuck on 8.pi.

Weird dreams.What are they telling us? That we should have danced all night!

Still it is amazing that there is more than one type of infinity, apart from the number of handbags I have owned.

Why,how many is that?

I don’t think anyone can calculate it.

But surely it must be no more than aleph null.

Aleph null   times aleph one.

Can you multiply infinities?

Yes,in my dreams!

Mihaly was a saint of sorts;

he improved, with his search for understanding,

the lives of so many yearning writers;

the lame in spirit heard his Zen like words.

He could not have imagined the journey

From Hungary to Zurich to Chicago

A glimpsed mandala led to the heart of the impossible image

How did he learn to trust the flow?

The Rhine flowing down to the North Sea

May start as some minute spring

At the confluence of the gravity of water and earth.

And those then who have cast their nets into that sea

May bring in treasures not found in the business of cities.

At the first sighting,the image seemed hazy

Then the words began to flow like current through a wire.

Like a river cutting slowly through rocks of marble,

like an unknown sage from the Himalyan Alps

who had kissed the lips of his muse more than once

As she floated like a ghost,

No,no,more like music

Tracing concentric spheres into the air

Till the universe was singing.

What was most human was his appetite,his love.

Touch the hem of his garment,follow your flow

Cut your path through the hard darkness until you find

The sunlit sea you were made to swim in like a fish in its own sphere