Unlike pool, with its sterile perfection, Pi is unpredictable, it is irrational. We can attain an understanding of it without ever fully grasping its purpose or its true value. It’s an odd coincidence that my experience with pool would occur on Pi Day, given the contrast they provide me. Pi is baffling yet comforting. To know that Pi, a number inextricably linked to so many of the wonders and beauties of the universe, is as confusing and hard to understand as people certainly offers a small comfort to me.

It’s all mostly meaningless, so why not celebrate the meaningless by giving importance to an arbitrary marker of the passage of time? Which is my weird way of wishing everyone a happy Pi Day. And happy birthday to the remains of Albert Einstein.