Usually find them after rain. Sometimes it's St. Francis. This time, Buddha. Once it was a rubber Yoda. An algorithm reveals a surd. A human considers God.
In an infinite set Are as many of one sort Of thing as of all sorts. Impossible to imagine one's Place completely, but we Are at least included -- Preferable to a finite set In which we are not.
Because I don't ask, I don't know who sneaks These little goobers in, But they remind me God is an infinite set. So our ignorance of ourselves Is a pretty good sign. I'm waiting for a Foot-high Einstein.