Logic's Song

I once saw an old man with hair the color of snow and in his hand, He held two circulates of gold. I asked the man what the rings were for. One, He said, is for the Young and the other for the Old. With questioning eyes, I looked upon and as He explained, I heard logic's song. An in conclusive reasoning, He said and then a comforting smile, He gave, as He continued to say. (The Young) " The heavy bodies descend by gravity and again the gravity is quality; Whereby a heavy descends is an impertinent circle and teaches nothing. Meaning: The Journey Onward. (The Old) " A circle which touches the curve and close to the point more nearly coincides with the curve than hence is called; Circe of curvation. Meaning: Coming Into Full Circle. An unofficial association of people, I said but the smart set goes there. It's simple my Dear, He said; A plane curve generated by one point moving at a constant distance from a fixed point, (The Young & The Old). As He calculated the circumference of the circle, again He spoke. Every part of which is equally distant from a point within it, is called: The Center, The Soul. He spoke in logic in which I had never heard spoken. A conclusion of a form of argument between two or more unproved statements that in the end, prove each other as one. Alpha, Omega, The beginning and the ending, a circulate of gold. The Young and The Old.