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If a Garden of Numbers

04/28/2026 14:58h
If a garden is the world counted and found analogue in nature One does not become two by ever ending so the stairs must be uneven in number and not exceed thirteen without a pause of two paces’ width, which for instance, the golden section mitigates between abandon and an orchestra just behind those trees, gradations of green that take a stethoscope: we risk: Length over width to make the horizon run straight equals to make the pond an oval: Width over length minus the width in which descending circles curl into animals exact as a remainder. Which means excess. The meaning of the real always exceeds that of the ideal, said someone. He was speaking of Vaux-le-Vicomte, but it’s equally true of parking, or hunting, or wishing you could take it back. He who is Allen Weiss, actually said, “The meaning of a plastic or pictorial construct always surpasses the ideal meaning of that work.” Which is something else entirely. Said the axonometric divided by the anamorphic. There is nothing that controls our thoughts more than what we think we see, which we label “we.”