「+A+A+A+A+A+A+A+A+A+A+」
(from ten angles to infinity）
·First “A” (angle)：
A seed falls on a circle and grows a mason.
Who carved the mandala, cosmic pattern.
self-mapping, atomic beating.
In the labyrinth of time, the stone hammer and iron chisel in the hand are like vector swords: to etch a legend that has not yet been told.
·Second “A” (angle)：
A person's brain input an instruction, the stonemason at the center of the circle heard my voice, and swung the hammer towards the ground, a crack spread straight forward. When the cracks revealed more and more intense light, this was the first time the mason saw the light, and it was also the first time he saw his own shadow. There is more and more light, just like sand grains falling continuously in an hourglass. The stonemason standing in the center of the circle can see the shadow of his body move gradually and regularly with the light, even if he stands still , like a sculpture, his shadow is regularly moving instead of him. Not long after, the shadow of the mason texted me that he had reached the first corner.
·third “A” (angle）：
A Mirror,
mirror on the corner,
Who is the fairest of them all?
You reflect the world back to me,
All its beauty and its misery.
You show me all my flaws and fears,
The doubts that linger in my tears.
But you also show me hope and grace,
The kindness in my face.
You are my faithful companion,
A constant source of inspiration.
I look to you for truth and light,
To guide me through the darkest night.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
You are more than just a reflection.
You are a window to my soul,
A reminder of my ultimate goal.
The mason's shadow pierced through the mirror and continued to move forward. Soon, he reached the third corner.
·fourth “A” (angle）：
A Screen,
screen of endless glow,
A portal to a world unknown.
You show me all the mysteries
Of ancient histories.
I stare at you in wonderment,
Entranced by the images you present.
You bring me tales of far-off lands,
Of heroes, gods, and magic hands.
But as I gaze upon your face,
I cannot help but feel displaced.
For in your endless virtual realm,
I lose touch with the physical helm.
Screen, screen of endless might,
You are a source of endless light.
But as I bask in your bright glow,
I fear I may lose my way, and so,
I must look away, and take
A step back into the world, forsake
The endless stories you unfold,
And find my way, once more, behold
The beauty of the tangible world.
The shadow penetrates the screen and moves to the fourth corner.
· fifth “A” (angle）：
A mathematician with a pen in his hand,
He gazed at the shape of the earth.
Dots and lines, so simple and pure,
However, he said they held more keys.
triangles and quadrilaterals,
Basic and basic shapes.
They form the basis of everything we see,
The cornerstone of reality. The mathematician told Shadow.
But beyond these shapes and forms,
There is a deeper, hidden specification.
the world of logic and reason,
All truth is totally betrayed.
So the mathematician holds pen in hand,
He constantly explores and expands,
the boundaries of what we know,
And find patterns of support and growth.
The shadow became the magician's broom, and the mathematician rode on it, and together they flew forward and reached the fifth corner.
·Symmetry magic (sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth “A” (angle）：
A magician performs acrobatics.
Symmetry, perfect balance,
It reminds us of the beauty it holds.
Look at your left hand and right hand, left eye and right eye, man and woman, love and hate, sweet and bitter, heaven and earth, day and night, life and death, this cycle.
As a basic rule,
It governs everything we see.
From the motion of planets and stars,
For the smallest particles and atoms, they are. This can be called: "Tao".
So let's embrace this symmetry,
And abide by the energy principle.
For in their unity we find our way,
Towards a brighter, more harmonious day.
After the magician finished speaking, the mathematician on the broom saw the sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth corners unfolding in front of him.
· From decagon to circle
Decagon, a shape of ten sides and angles
Inscribed within a circle, a perfect symmetry
Symbolizes one person, without compare.
With ten sides and angles to explore,
It represents the uniqueness of each individual core.
A mirror of space and time, reflecting the universe
An infinite recursion, a tale yet to disperse
Circle, a shape of endless symmetry
Enclosing the decagon, a cosmic trinity
A symbol of unity, a perfect design
Symbolizes all people, for sure.
Unending, never-ending, it goes,
Representing the unity of all that grows.
Decagons, circles, mysterious shapes.
The shadow travels round and round, back to the dot, back into the mason's body, telling the mason of all the concepts it sees and hears, and the mason begins to wake up and move, a perfect geometric figure.
Ten faces, ten angles, a puzzle worth seeing
But hidden within, a story yet to be told.
