Striving Without Reaching

The asymptote, that perfect line stretching to infinity.
We curves of nature strive toward you and yearn to match your grace,
And all we can do is approach, for you we shall never reach.
But the approach remains a worthy cause.
Those who never try are left to twist aimlessly across the ordinate and abscissa of existence,
While we, who dare to chase you, can achieve order and beauty in a world of chaos.
Archimedes wept when his machines served as pale imitations of the ideal,
But a vision of the ideal is what makes men gods rather than animals,
So I will continue striving without reaching, until I leave matter behind
To rejoin the ideal and ethereal.