Math,
It's coldness of emotion,
With only a quaint smile,
And affection for knowing.
It does not solace a hurt heart.
She was so welcoming and wholesome before she began meditating.
Now she is on point and holds to the top of the mountain.
What is left of your heart of loving humiliation?
A traveler, a knower,
Quaint smile.
Yes, this feels just like divorce.
A woman engulfed in the path to perfection.
I guess that's how I make women feel.
To concentrate on math,
With people seeming like drudgery.

I dreamed I was a year younger last night and sat with a group of mathematicians.
The focus was on math.

How sullen I am that she has taken up knowledge.

My math proofs are just as circular as my belief in God.

It seems no real studying gets done unless I solve a millennium prize.

Math is common sense spatial reasoning put into a shifting and reshifting of the "five":
Commutative
Distributive
Identity
Inverse
Associative laws.
Sands of time gets sandier.

Some lights don't come on until a few more knobs are twisted.

Punch, kick calculus
Continuous like planets
Discontinuous

The road to expertise first means that only one concept must be right to prove a solution.
Like leading a child on its way.