Recovered from the Diary of Anon.
After a lifetime of labor, I seem to have arrived
at a set of elegant N-variable equations,
that ascertain mathematically, moral Right vs. Wrong.
The profound consequences, my mind postulates.
No more room for greed, envy, and other human vices
in the cold calculating eyes of Justice, now armed with a sniper
Moral grayness annihilated by clinical precision
But as I count the number of independent equations.
my train of thoughts come to a crashing halt,
N-1... N-1.. N-1.
Pig-headed, I have been.
I have not a solution, merely a relation.
The grayness prevails.
PS: This was Anon's last entry before his mysterious disappearance in 305 A.D.
