Comment by Terr_
2 months ago
> finger [...] dozens of pages of paper printouts
I know just the poetry to go with that story:
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
--Omar Khayyám, 11th-century, translation
I'm always curious where these moments of serendipity get their start. How'd you come to read Omar Khayyám's 11th-century poetry?
Bravo!