A head of nothing, a cloak of green —
two dainty feet beneath a canopy of thought.
It wanders light-soaked meadows,
breathing sunlight directly into its ideas.
“It photosynthesizes its dreams.”
Where it walks, the grass remembers footsteps as soft prayers.
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Shaharee Vyaas is a polyvalent cryptomathician. As such he likes to hover above the demarcation zone between Science, Art, and Religion. Where most philosophers perceive the language as the limit of our knowledge, the cryptomathic method crosses the language barriers and stipulates that the unspeakable can be expressed in paintings, music or mathematical equations.
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The Maharajagar 