In his coat,
Cantor kept a note
his
father wrote
Urging him
that
faith within
will
sustain him.
He picked his path--
the freedom of math--
but
met with wrath
For counting infinities
real
as the Trinity,
uncountably vast.
Cantor believed his math fit God’s plan,
But his mentor said, “God made whole numbers, the rest is by man!”
So his mentor withdrew,
said
“Your renegade view
corrupts the youth!”
Kept from his goal,
Cantor searched his soul
to
fit part to whole.
“Father, do I hear cries of Galileo?
For this fight, was I right to give up the violin?”
Some say he went mad
from
the quest he had--
more
than just sad.
Against his will,
sanitorium swill:
his
heart went still.
In his coat,
they
found a note
his
father wrote.