Pick a cause,
Any cause
Then traduce it
Down to flaws
Not justified
To drive its message
Sloganeering
Its progressive
True intention
Buried in
The factory wreckage
Manufactured
Discontent,
Last vestige of
The dissident

The child thinks the simplest, and therefore is the object of the simplest questions.
It also gets the most heat from those sure of themselves.
The child is the source of the deepest learning and is therefore the Source of enlightenment.

All the ways of math are so hard to memorize, its study is more about the (not) mere study than the completion of pedagogy.
That is the difference between the genius and the degree.
Study, reflect, wrestle, struggle.
That is the very definition of genius, not an A on every course.
Moreover, although it would seem that one could complete the pedagogy, it is never complete unless the whole is memorized and one is capable of using any part of it at the drop of a hat.
I don't even know if I've met someone like this, although some professors on YouTube seem to exemplify this.

I have to stop thinking about math symbology as a part of a hierarchy, but rather an ad hoc system where everyone must be familiar with everyone else.

A flick and toss
Is no win nor loss
If the coin remains in your hand

Heads and tails
Never fails
If you allow the coin to land

So give a throw
You never know
What destiny has planned

Math seems too abstract to put to any practical use.
Yet linear algebra is how the world of computers works, they say.
It must be a love affair with my spacial and numbers brain.
The ***** is imagination
And the ****** is common sense.
I'm awful at creating new ideas.
It is the way all those symbols make me feel stupid.
How am I even supposed to know if I get the problems right without a teacher?
Someone I can go to for help.
I don't mean things like Google search, stackexchange, or freemathhelp.
I mean someone I can rely on to always see me through a problem.
In a way it's as if my math was stuck in history, and I have to come up with all the answers for the last 100 years.
Like, "oh boy", too bad for civilization.
Maybe my one hope right now is that I come up with a new way to find the answer.
See, math requires hope.
Because love gets embittered.
Love gets tested.
Hope but the size of a mustard seed that makes me crack the book.

Even if math isn't making much sense, I still must find a path of sense through it.
Trudge, trudge.
Trudging means lifting my feet out of the mud every time I take a step.
The mud can get thick, taking more time between studies to approach with a fresh perspective.