Blasphemous Pythagoras, Recant your ratios! Standing before this sinusoidal serpent I remember logarithms and exponentials, tangents and integrations, and all the equations of my fathers.
Monotonic Beethoven, no more da-da-da-dumbs! In her resplendent scales I hear every arpeggio, uncircumscribed chords, and choirs of breathless birds bellowing in the great Nagaian mode.
Unimaginative Einstein, why warp only space and time? Beneath her emanating breaths I watch worlds without number, brilliant bubbles warping is and ought and popping every distinction.
Listen to the pitter-patter of the passerby parishioners. Hear them chant the catechism of cool: Naga, ergo zoom.