"White space should not be considered merely 'blank' space-- it is an important element of design which enables the objects in it to exist at all." --Wikipedia

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White space resulting from a recent lack of ad sales in the New York Times obituaries section leads to the following composition--

"Music and mathematics are among the pre-eminent wonders of the race. Levi-Strauss sees in the invention of melody 'a key to the supreme mystery' of man-- a clue, could we but follow it, to the singular structure and genius of the species. The power of mathematics to devise actions for reasons as subtle, witty, manifold as any offered by sensory experience and to move forward in an endless unfolding of self-creating life is one of the strange, deep marks man leaves on the world. Chess, on the other hand, is a game in which thirty-two bits of ivory, horn, wood, metal, or (in stalags) sawdust stuck together with shoe polish, are pushed around on sixty-four alternately coloured squares. To the addict, such a description is blasphemy. The origins of chess are shrouded in mists of controversy, but unquestionably this very ancient, trivial pastime has seemed to many exceptionally intelligent human beings of many races and centuries to constitute a reality, a focus for the emotions, as substantial as, often more substantial than, reality itself. Cards can come to mean the same absolute. But their magnetism is impure. A mania for whist or poker hooks into the obvious, universal magic of money. The financial element in chess, where it exists at all, has always been small or accidental.

To a true chess player, the pushing about of thirty-two counters on 8x8 squares is an end in itself, a whole world next to which that of a mere biological or political or social life seems messy, stale, and contingent. Even the patzer, the wretched amateur who charges out with his knight pawn when the opponent’s bishop decamps to R4, feels this daemonic spell. There are siren moments when quite normal creatures otherwise engaged, men such as Lenin and myself, feel like giving up everything-- marriage, mortgages, careers, the Russian Revolution-- in order to spend their days and nights moving little carved objects up and down a quadrate board. At the sight of a set, even the tawdriest of plastic pocket sets, one’s fingers arch and a coldness as in a light sleep steals over one’s spine. Not for gain, not for knowledge or reknown, but in some autistic enchantment, pure as one of Bach’s inverted canons or Euler’s formula for polyhedra."

-- George Steiner in "A Death of Kings," The New Yorker, issue dated September 7, 1968, page 133

"Examples are the stained-glass windows of knowledge." --Nabokov

See also:

Log24 entries of May 30, 2006, as well as "For John Cramer's daughter Kathryn"-- August 27, 2009-- and related material at Wikipedia (where Kathryn is known as "Pleasantville").